He couldn't stop stareing at his reflection "What am I? who am I...?" he asked himself looking at the black wings on his back, he took hold of his wings ripping them off violently howling in pain, massive amounts of blood were gushing from his back he began feeling weak soon falling to the ground into the puddle of muddy water he layed there lifeless he had completely gegeben up, he slowly faded out of consciousness as his blood slowly filled the muddy puddle he started to laugh feeling the madness took over his mind, he rolled over to look at the star's once Mehr before he was completely dead from blood, he then heard a voice in the distance "Oh no are Du okay?" sagte a women about 16 year's of age running to help him, he laughed even Mehr as if he wanted to die he completely blacked out only hearing the women's voice once Mehr "Please hang in there everything is going to be okay." sagte the women softly, soon light's started to burn bright as he awoke. Five men stood above him as they picked him up carrying him to a cart, he was on his way to the doctor looking up at the tree's passing Von as the headed down the straße he couldn't help but cry a little as if he were noticeing nature's beauty for the first time, "You're losing a lot of blood, we need to hurry." the women sagte looking at the hero's wounds then quickly turnning to the man driving the karte, warenkorb speaking in whispers, both of them looked back at the hero with a confused look on their face's they kept whispering, soon reaching the docter's house they picked him up Von his shoulder's walking him to the docter's Home with his feet dragging the ground he felt helpless and some how had a bad feeling about examining him, the women knocked on the door gently a friendly old man answered the door "Yes, what can I do for you?" he asked the women kindly "Docter we have a injured man that need's you're attention quickly!" she replied with a worried tone, the old man looked over at him "Alright bring him in I will see what I can do." sagte the man as he went back inside. They layed him down on the tabelle examining his wound's seeming as if an animal had shredded his back to pieces "This is bad if we don't bandage these up he will surely bleed to death." sagte the old man as he went to his medicine cabnint searching with great haste, the women was waiting outside the room "Who is this man?" she thought to herself as a man in a black mantel approached her silently "Mam I have those report's Du asked for." replied the cloaked man as he walked off Schauspielen like nothing happened "Ah yes now I can find out just who this man is." she sagte to herself opening the Berichten slowly, she stood there Lesen the Berichten from what she could see he was a normal person "Hmm.. I thought for sure he was..... I guess I am just imagining things." she laughed as she sat back down. As night turned to Tag it seemed the hero would never wake up they were loseing hope untill he twitched slightly smelling a hint of speck comeing from the docter's küche "Hu...huh? what's that smell?" he asked sniffing around a little the women from last night walked in the room "Why that my dear boy is bacon." she replied giggleing slightly, the hero's eye's opened quickly sitting up with great haste he kept sniffing the air "I can't put my finger on it but I have felt like I have smelled this before." he sagte trying to get up out of bett "No no Du have to stay in bed." replied the women helping him back into bett "... fine." replied the hero with a frustrated face, laying back down he felt a sharp pain coeming from his back side "AH! what the hell!" he yelped in pain "Oh which bring's me to ask Du how did Du get those scar's on you're back?" she asked as she raised his hemd, shirt looking at them "Oh.... I really don't know myself.... kinda like a blur." He replied as he thought to himself "If I tell her what really happened she would know I'm a monster." thinking to himself as he reached back and felt his scar's jumping slightly from them still being freshly sewn up.
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
