**Ooooh, this'll be fun
. Expect lots of pain though >_<. I'll be back to add in my piece of the story once I use the little boys room... Good to go
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I sat down on a chair, opposite the two girls across the table. "Do you want the short version, or the long one?" I asked, playing with a pen I found sitting on the table. "We have time, I suppose." Said Lynn. "Give us the long one."
"I warn you its not pretty."
"Is anything pretty in this day and age?"
"Long it is, then."
I pulled my feet up onto the table with a little bit of effort, due to the wounds, only glancing at Lizzy for a moment, wondering if it was alright. She nodded, so I began my story.
"I can't exactly tell you where or when I was born, because, frankly, I have no idea. I didn't have parents, as far as I can remember. I was passed around from one slave trader to the next when I was barely able to crawl, slave-traders always guaranteeing I would grow to be "A fine little butler". Once I was four, I stopped being traded around, all the people said I was a loud mouth and I scarred away visitors. After that, I was on my own for the net eight years of my life. From ages 4-7, I begged, and being that young often earned me sypathetic pieces of bread, small amounts of money, those sorts of things. After I was around 8,though, everything changed. I wasn't quite so cute anymore, and as I earned less and less, I began to steal. Wallets, bread, fruits, knives, guns, anything I could get my hands on. I did this untill the age of twelve, and this time, I had stolen a hunting dagger from a black-market merchant. I was being beaten senseless when suddenly a pair of white wings blocked out my view, and all the beating stopped. When I woke up, I was in a house with a man, Fallon, who later became my master. He taught me everything from guns to knives, and even a bit of math and history, actualy. He made me a vampire, too. But he was...different. He was something before he was a vampire, and I don't mean a human. He had wings, big white ones, and he never told me why. Now I'll never know. He dissapeared two years ago, when I was 16. The nxt two years I went back to theiving and now, here I am."
Both the girls starred at me with a look of pity, so I gave them a big smile to reassure them. There were only a few things I hated in this world: Hunger, sadness, and pity.
"Look...it's not all bad. I'm not dead, for example."
"I...suppose." Said Lizzy, still looking at me sadly. "Could you tell us a bit more about Fallon?"
"that," I said. "I will save for another day."