Blood on the hands

Posts : 361 Join date : 2012-01-06 Age : 30

Valora curled up in a large chair of the family house's library, flicking through one of her favorite books from when she was little. as she was reading, she carefully tended to the blades that her father had given her, beautiful folded titanium blades that had delicate engravings, and a silver pommel and handle, looking like molten metal with black gems inlaid into the metal. she was cleaning the blood of her last kill off of the metal and set about with sharpening and polishing the blade, feeling more and more relaxed with the smell of the cleaning oil wafting around her.

she looked down at the blue marks and golden cross tattooed into her left side. they were a blessing and a curse. the rest of her family became jealous at her skill and abilities, earning the marks at such a young age. gritting her teeth, she tried to not remember the latest attack....form her family

"damnit Valora! just die! you're not normal! a freak! you're hated here so just leave!" screamed one of her uncles. and he lunged at her with rapid attacks from a rapier, slashing at her skin. however, Valora was better and managed to dodge a fair amount of the attacks....but still got pretty cut up. when she saw an opening, she swiftly dove in with her Twin daggers; one in his heart, the other cutting off his head. there was a moment of silence as her relative displayed shock and Valora just stayed still, trying her damnedest to not shed a tear as her relative slowly crumbled into ash...

Valora hadn't noticed that her fangs had appeared and were now piercing her lower lip and making blood drip down her chin. sighing heavily she wiped her mouth and drug her thoughts back to the present. her mother and father had gone ahead and called in the Cacciatori di Sangue house. they wanted her to leave with them if they accepted her. they didn't want her being hurt from killing her family in self defense, and they wanted her to have a break from the constant guard/assassin jobs she was receiving because of her vigilance and skill.

mamma mia....*rubbed her eyes* why can't they accept it....and why do i have to kill so many?

every time she looked at her hands, she saw blood. and she couldn't stand it. images of death and her killing mercilessly flashed through her mind at night, memories of her training. she had been trained to be a defender....but now she was just a killer.....she wanted...no, needed a break. she hoped that these Cacciatori di Sangue people accepted her...she didn't want to kill any more of her family...it hurt her parents so much