50 years later
'Who would have thought I would still be alive', laughing is the only thing I can do, apart from my feelings slowly numbing down, I'm doing very well. I became an disgrace, my mother would be disappointed in me, those faint memories of her from when I was a baby, if it wasn't for my aunt being the splitting image of her I would have forgotten her. My aunt Iris, I wonder if she watches over me.
Blood, its smell used to repulsive me, now its an aroma I enjoy as the families who were responsible for my mother death lay cold, dead on the floor. "I can still hear the sound of their skulls crushing underneath my foot, how melodious, don't you think so pumpkin" I chuckled. Pumpkin the only human I can stand, I picked her up 10 years ago when she was 12. She was abused by her mother who hated the sight of her, because she resembled her father, a Lord who rape her and impregnated her with his bastard child and gave her no money.
12 years ago
'I can hear screaming' curiosity took over me. I decided to investigate, as I approach the broken window of a small shivered house. I saw a woman no older than 23 beating on a little girl, I couldn't get a look at her face or tell how old she was. "You soulless bitch, if you weren't born, I could get a job, instead I'm known as a whore who got pregnant" she cried as she whipped pumpkin. Her screams where shattering, for the first time in a long time I felt pity for a human. I kicked the door down that's when I saw her. Her hair was ginger the shade of a pumpkin she had brown freckles on her face, she has empty brown eyes, and dirt that embraced her skin. She smelled like depression, the scent of her blood. She wants to die, her eyes are telling me that
"Who are you, get out and mind your business, what I do in my house is my business, actually pay me, you broke my door, wait your eyes"
"Are you still talking"
"Don't, disrespect me, wait isn't Zeus bloodline know for red eyes, but only Gods who are banished or exiled come to earth, which means I could get a lot of money for you"
"You sound like a rat"
"Excuse -"
I plunged my fisted into her chest and looked her in her black eyes. "Who would have thought, you really do have a heart, lets see if its as rotten as your personality" I giggled. 'Its black, she was engaging in the dark arts'. "She wanted to curse you, don't worry she'll be meeting Thana soon, those who engage in the dark arts get special treatment".
"Are you mute"
"How old are you, five"
"Have you learned to speak yet, you humans are so slow with development but age so fast"
"Nine, I'm nine" she whispered
"What your name"
"I don't have one, my mother never named me"
"Pumpkin"
"What did you say"
"Pumpkin, that's your name now"
She looked down at the floor and started to cry. "What kind of name is Pumpkin" she exclaimed". I tried to stop myself but I could stop laughing.' She's been beaten all her life and she's upset with the name pumpkin' she stopped crying and looked at me. "The one with the red eyes, you're the killer for hire, I've heard the stories" she said bravely. 'I like her, imma keep her'
"What do those stories say, pray tell"
"They say once you gaze into the red eyes, death isn't far behind" looking directly into my eyes.
"No, I won't kill you, if you wanted to die you shouldn't have peaked my interest"
"Then make me your slave"
"What can I do with a beaten down 9 year old? I can give you my blood to heal but we don't know what side effects it will cause"
"I have nothing else to live for, whether I die or live after drinking your blood I don't care"
"I'll make you my familiar, we will sign a contract and you will drink my blood, however you will stop aging, and the side effects of my blood may kill you, I'm not a regular God I'm from the original blood line and the daughter of Zeus".
"I thought supernatural beings came about from drinking God's blood"
"No that's not true, supernatural beings came about from humans trying to gain Godly power through dark arts"
"What are the dark arts?"
"Its a type of magic, that requires a spiritual sacrifice, its forbidden for Gods to do this, as Gods don't have spirits to sacrifice, they would have ultimate power"
"So why don't Gods use the dark arts? They could destroy the demons that hunt the Gods"
"It's quite simple Natures a bitch, she always finds a balance, therefore Gods who use the dark arts live an eternity with crows eating there insides chain up, and as Gods heal and the cycle starts over again".
"So supernatural beings are failed imitation of the Gods"
"Pretty much, so do you want to make the deal". I sliced my wrist and offered it to Pumpkin to drink. She staggered getting up from the floor and drank my blood.
Present Day
"Master, we don't have time for this we have to be at the Northern banquet for the Crown Prince" Pumpkin said while burning the bodies.
"The Northern Banquet, please I wouldn't miss it for the world"