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The small girl dressed in her dressed, sat cross legged on her bedroom floor hummed a tune to herself while playing with her long blond hair.
Heavy footsteps come towards her room, up the dark corridor.
They pause at her door, a large hand appears on the edge of the slightly opened door and with a creeeeeeek it opened to reveal a tall, dark haired man, with a serious look on his face as he takes a step forward.
"No! not again!" the girl said, her voice quivering. "I'll tell mummy that you hurt me!"
"you'll do nothing of the sort Moira." The ma said, coming closer to her still, pushing the door closed and locking it.
"But...But...!"
"Hush. You know what the big man said, you're blood wont be pure."
"But daddy... I'm a good girl! i haven't done anything wrong! he said he saw the future but its not true daddy! why don't you believe me?"
"Because, he is never wrong, you know i cant let someone like you ruin our great bloodline. He has foretold that you'll be an embarrassment to our entire family."
There was a silence as the girl processed his words, her small mind didn't quite understand.
"Are you going to make the bruises appear daddy?"
He slowly shook his head. "No, the bruises wont help, your still a disgrace."
And so the usual fight continued between father and daughter. The blood shed continued until a knock at the door diverted him from his activity.
"Honey? is everything OK? i can smell blood!" the man's wife, a tall, beautiful women with blue eyes knocked at the door anxiously.
"Its alright Marry-Anne! Moira had a little accident with some glass, we were playing."
"I told you two to stop being so rough after dinner, you'll make her sick!"
The man sighed, he loved his wife, his kids. Except for the near breathless child lying before her, her small heart in his hands, picking it apart, piece by piece.
"Oh! honey, Akatsuki's here."
"She's asleep now, love." the man grumbled.
"Mr. Harker? can i come in? kiss her goodnight?"
Mr. Harker unlocked the door and stepped outside, glaring at the blond boy (who was above average height for his age), a glare that didn't need words, it said it all in his eyes.
Tell anyone, and you'll be next.
The boy, (a little keeped out by his best friend's fathers stare) ran happily to Moria's bed and leaped up onto it and threw his small arms around her. He realized something different in the air, his arms were red, and his friend wasn't breathing.
"Moira!" he exclaimed, his eyes widened at the sight of her.
His small mind raced, and so did his legs as he jumped off the bed and grabbed the shiny object on the white door.
His clasped it in his tiny hands, grabbed what he thought was a small slither of her heart and clasped it around her little black choker.
There was a pause, he held his breath, as tears escaped his eyes and ran down his pink cheeks. He hugged his little friend tightly.
"Moiwa..."
"...Aka..."
He gasped as the girl smiled at him, he recognized his old nickname she had given him when they were younger then they are now.
"You saved me....."
"But, your so bloody." he said, trying to wipe off the blood from her chest.
"I... I know. and i cant feel my heart. But I'm alive aka. I'm alive!! And for that, i owe you everything"
"i know M, did your daddy do this?"
she nodded and began to cry in her only friend's arms. They fell asleep in the bloody pool and the tangled black sheets as her chest began to heal.
And from this day forth, Moira has been the 'black sheep' of the family, she has never, after this day, been able to feel a heartbeat of adrenalin. Kinda sad really...
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ME!!