NamelessVampyre

 This Christmas, just like a many before, you were spending alone. Why? You didn’t know for sure, but ever since your lover passed away the 25th of December, you always spent it alone. Two days before Christmas day, you were sitting in your living room, bundled up with a blanket and book. You turned off most of the lights and you were reading by candlelight, sitting cross legged on your couch. Nothing quite exciting. You looked up at the window suddenly, hearing a car outside. It sounded like it was breaking down. You turned back to your book. Nothing that concerned you. The sound of the car stopped. Silence. Then a knock came at the

 You, Lovino, Dante, and Feliciano were all flying down an unknown dirt road, near a large field, at sickening speeds. WHO, you asked yourself, the adrenaline causing your memory to go a bit hazy, decided that THIS idiot could DRIVE?! Feliciano had pedal to the metal, the roof of the car down, and was smiling innocently. Wait. Were his eyes closed?! Dante sat in front, clinging to whatever was possible to be clung to so his small little body wouldn’t go flying out the side. You and Lovino sat in back, you holding onto the Italian for dear life, him bracing himself against one side of the car with one arm, and holding you for the same r

 So. Here you were. It had been planned out so very precariously that everyone felt nothing could go wrong. Nothing has so far, not ever in the past. Why should it now? You acted like any other girl in the bank. You wore a knee-lenghth black dress embroided with small white flowers, short, poofy sleeves that made you sick, tall, thin, black heels, and a dark navy blue hand bag. Worst, you wore makeup. But it was all for the cause. Your sickening disguise. Men walked by and stared at you, some whistling. You pretended not to notice, but you wanted to say, "Hey, Sunshine! Wanna good kick in between the legs? It doesn't cost much, sweetie."  Y

 Your wrists were beginning to become weak and your arms ached. But you were not going to show weakness. No. Not in front of him. The leader of the whole army. The Queen’s guard. Your overseer to your training. No way. Not in front of Arthur Kirkland. You breathed deep and gripped the handle of your sword tightly. “AAH!!” You swung the sword sideways close to your opponent’s abdomen, making them stumble backwards, then quickly brought the blade down. The boy deflected it, but the force of it made him fall backwards onto the hard dirt. You quickly stepped towards him and pointed the tip of your sword at his neck.