*Flachback*

In this world only the strong prevail, while the weak become steppingstones.

The only way to survive is to become strong or succumb to the strong. This world overflows with magic. Every drop magic is based on one or more of the four laws: Time, Space, Nature and Gravity.

There are two ways to get stonger in this world, spiritually or physically. This is called cultivation, there are many different ranks in cultivation, five levels of each stage and ten stages of each rank.

Magic can do anything but for such great power there is always a cost. The cost is your spiritual energy or mana, which are in forms of magic particles in the air that you are unable to see with the ***** eye, when you absorb it, it is stored in your core. The stronger you are the bigger your core gets, the more mana you can store. Beware if you use up all your spiritual energy and try to do magic without replenishing, the cost shall be a few days, months or years of your remaining life depending on the magic you preform.

This world is merciless and cold, don’t be kind for you will be taken advantage of. Never are you allowed to show weakness, for once you do others will make you their prey and pounce on you whenever they are given the chance. Always be on guard for you never know if there is danger lurking just around the corner.

My father looks at me with caring eyes as I was sitting on his lap.

“Alright time to go to bed,”

*Back to the present*

This is the world I live in.

I was stupid enough to disregard my late father’s words. Who would’ve known I would become her puppet, she played me. Though I hate her to the guts I hate myself even more for trusting her.

This world has an unspoken set of rules, I didn’t follow them and look were I am know, I’m laying down at the bottom of a cliff waiting for death.

There was only one person I could really trust in this world but I killed him. Ironic isn’t it? I killed him and she threw me away once she didn’t have a reason to keep me anymore, I guess this is what they call retribution.

If I ever get the chance I would like to go back in time and fix my mistake.

*Tears run down the side of my cheeks*

*Growling sound*

A lone wolf...

*Wolf emerges from the shadows*

Unlike ordinary people I wasn’t feeling scared knowing it was about to eat me, but rather I was quite happy to know I would die.

I was trash who became a puppet the was thrown out once she got tired of playing, I closed my eyes.

“GAHHHH!”

I felt a sudden surge of pain in my neck, coughing a few time I took my last breath.

*Coughing out mouthfulls of blood violently*

I’m sorry, if you can hear me please forgive me I know I was wrong.

“Tch”

I’m so pathetic asking someone I killed mercilessly to forgive me and not hate me to the guts,

“hah... sigh”

I’m sorry though Raven I really am.

*My vision starts to dim*

To Be Continued

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Author’s Words:

Chapters will have ‘POV [insert character name here]’ written in the subheading or text to them meaning this chapter or peice of text will be based on a certain character’s point of view. This also means you will be able to read that certain character’s thoughts.

I was born with a very weak and small body...

My body would collapse on me if I stood or walked for more than a minute, I wouldn’t even dare try to run or jump since I would fall unconscious. I couldn’t carry anything heavier than an average sized tea cup filled with blood.

Thus my slave Raven were my arms and legs and would help with many small tasks other people could do by themselves.

Raven was chosen to be my slave even before we were born. His parents were also slaves that belonged to my father, the king. Unlike the others he was a rare human possessing delicious blood and he was also blood contractor.

When us vampires mark slaves as ours, a symbol will appear on either their necks, face or backs, but in some rare cases the slave’s blood is the proof that they belong to someone also known as a blood contractor. Once a human blood contractor is ‘claimed’ they connot change masters ‘till thay die.

In my continent us vampires breed human slaves for more of them.

Raven was one of a breeding slave’s product.

You may think my parents despise me for being a weak child but they don’t.

I may be weak in everyday tasks but when I’m attacked or in a fight my pure vampire blood “awakens”, making me have twice the strength and speed of my opponent/s.

I was a so-called ‘genius’ but I fell for her petty trick...

Wait...

Hold on...

HOW AM I THINKING THESE THINGS?!

HOW AM I THINKING AT ALL? AREN’T I DEAD?!

Voice: I’m glad you finally noticed...

Uhhhhh...

Voice: Welcome to the waiting zone!

Ummm...

*Breaks into a cold sweat*

Voice: Don’t be scared, the waiting zone is what you mortals call the “after life”. But because of a little mistake I made, you died waaaaaaay earlier than you were meant to... Sooooo I’m giving you a second chance, and you will be born into that same family 20 years back before you died.

Huhhhh? Who...? What?

Voice: Dude I’m what you call an accountant, I take the souls that need to be taken and reincarnate them...

Accountant: *LOUD SIGH*

Accountant: What I’m trying to say is, your dead because I accidentally reincarnated a girl into the wrong world with her past memories... Get it?

Kiro: Yeah... No... I’m not following...

Accountant: ALL I’M SAYING IS I’M GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO RESTART YOUR PREVIOUS LIFE! OK?

Uhhh ok? I guess... WAIT If I’m going to restart my life, can I at least keep my memories so I son’t fall for that B*TCH of a woman again?

Accountant: Sure I don’t mind...

*Beeping and tapping sounds*

*TING*

Accountant: ALL DONE! Now please bare with me as you get reborn, you’ll feel a bit sick in the process.

*My sight goes dark*

Urghhhh... H-he wasn’t kidding when he said I’d feel sick...

Urkkkk... I want to throw up so badly but I can’t since I’m currently dead....

*Light floods my eyesight*

Ouch...

Voices in unison: Congratulation your Highnesses, for giving birth to the first prince.

Voice 2:*sniff, sniff” I’m so happy!

Voice 3: Me too hunny... Hunny why don’t we name him Kiro, Kiro Bloodhart...

Voice 2: It’s splendid!

The second voice sounds like my father while the third sounds like my mother...

Voice 3:Hun now you need to form a contract for our child and his slave...

Wow mother I can’t believe thats one of the first things you said when I was JUST born... Oh well...

*Opens eyes*

I saw Raven put down next to me.

*A bright light flashes*

Father: There, The contract’s formed.

As night came the raven was put back in his room and the maids and butlers went back to their jobs.

My father and mother didn’t stop looking at me. I stared back at them...

*Tears flow down*

*Mother picks me up, out of the cradle*

Mother: Oh dear! Don’t cry sweetie mother’s here...

*hic* Oong ga ooo, ahh mm *hic*

Translation: Mum, Dad I missed you soo much!

*Father strokes my head*

Father: Shhh It’s alright little Kiro we’re here...

To Be Continued

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