Thread: [Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

Magnificent she was. She was strong indeed. Her life was hell from what he was gathering from her lovely story. It was a shamed what happened to her. It was a shame, such a shame that those shifters had to face the wrath of a scared mankind. It was a wonder to him though. A wonder how the whole race, save for one, was annihilated when their specialty was evading trouble. How could they be so careless as to leave themselves unguarded? How could they? Idiots. Weaklings. Getting wiped out the way they did. With the power to shift into anything, they sure were pretty dense at using their gifts. Her story angered him. He felt it was ridiculous for them not to fight to their fullest potentials. Dying to an inferior race...what an embarrassment. What a poor child...witnessing her less fortunate brethren get destroyed all because she couldn't even shift right. He found that hilarious and it took all his might not to burst out with laughter. The only thing helping him to hold his amusement in was, the fact that he needed to hear the girl. She shouldn't have felt bad. He understood that she was lonely, and last of her kind but....if he were her and they treated him like shit he'd say 'fuck em'. As a child Elliot took shit from no one. He often told his siblings to kiss his ass, and his parents even worse. When he was once human, he had a rough life similar to hers. His five older siblings used to pick on him...do things to him siblings should never do to another. As the youngest he was always left out. As the smallest, slowest, 'dumbest', girliest, as the child his parents hadn't even planned Elliot was always stuck with the shitty end of the stick. When it came to rooms in his house, he had the basement...the molded insect infested....basement. When it came to food...he had the smallest portions because his siblings would always take so much. His clothes never fit, christmas always sucked, and he never really got the love and affection of his mother and father like he should have. Being the outcast with golden eyes, and golden hair he was looked down upon as a freak not only by his siblings but by his parents and the villagers. Soon he just accepted his life as it was. There was nothing he could do to change it really. One fated night however, when vampires came and raided their mansion Elliot was in the basement sound asleep. Everyone above him however, were being slaughtered in cold blood. He woke to loud thumps and gunshots. NOOOOOOO Please spare my children and I he could hear his mother's voice on the other side of the basement door. He wondered where his father was.... Probably the first dead no less... The fear in her voice was evident and he knew that whatever was going on wasn't a cruel joke. However he did nothing. He leaned up against that door looking through the keyhole, his golden eye watching as his mother was dragged away. A sick smile spread across his face as he watched the gang of vampires tear his siblings to shreds. Suddenly the door flew open and he fell forward onto his face. Fear struck Elliot immediately and he darted toward the exit. He could hear his mother calling for him, begging for him to help. Her voice made him freeze. For the first time he shed a tear for her. It wasn't sad though...oddly it was one of happiness. You are finally getting what you deserve... as soon as he finished his phrase he was snatched up by one of the beings. His golden eyes never left his mother as quite a few vampires used her body...drinking from her flesh as they degraded her very being. It was an amazing sight. She was once proud and proper... Oh so prim and elegant... Right then she was just a scared used up whore...garbage to them and him. He wanted that ability... The ability to tear someone's soul right out of their body and leave them broken. He found himself asking for that gift. Asking for the gift of destruction. Never did he want to be weak again. He wanted that night to mark the night of his rebirth as something bigger and badder than his weak self. He hadn't even lived his life the way he wanted... Not once had his mother hugged him like she did the others....not ever did his father play with him like he did with the neighbors kids. For once, he wanted something to go his way. And for once it did. The vampires used him as a blood source as they traveled searching for a new home. He had been with them for nine years. When he was finally deemed worthy, they turned him into a full blooded vampire at the age of twenty-two. That night, the moon was full...painted the lovely color of red... Blood was shed that night. If he remember correctly it was the night that sparked a deep hatred between man and shifters. The beginning of their extinction. He snapped out of his daydreams when she began to have a fit, curling up into his lap. It seemed he didn't drink enough. That night must've truly traumatized her. The tone in her voice when she spoke of her memories of that night made his heart beat just a bit faster. He had begun to feel a little bad for her. It must've been hard for her growing up with none of her kind to cling to for warmth and security. He sighed, putting his selfishness to the side to run his fingers through her hair. Snap out of it shifter...they are dead for their foolish mistakes. You are here, to atone for their sins. You are here to make a name for your race....you are here to bring dignity back to the shifters' name... he said trying to encourage her. He fixed her on his lap so that her head rest on the warmth of his bare chest, and her legs dangled over his thigh. Do you really think crying about surviving that night makes your kin happy? he asked the girl as he brushed a few strands of her hair from her delicate face. With a sigh he looked away from her. You need to move on and live your life kid. It's too short to be dwelling on the past.... he said with a small smile. The look on his mother's face as he kicked his father's severed head and left with the group of vampires, was at the front of his mind. The only reason she was alive was because he asked. Elliot had asked, for them to let his mother rot with her husband's mangled body and remains of her bastard children. He asked for her to live so when they lit the mansion on fire he'd get to hear her sing one last time. Her last screams were beautiful....