I will not tell all about my mortal life. It’s not important, neither worth. All the humans know what the feelings are. Love, hatred and so on. So, I will just tell you what made me what I am now.
It all begun when I was a child. My father was a chopper, so, since then I loved meat. And knives. Actually, they were my favourite toys. But I didn’t use it as my father.
In my little village, the fights were common, and they were just a way to pass the time. When I was seven, I saw him. He was a Ten’nō no kodomo-tachi, from the Kotei no Tochi, We normally call them “Kodomos”. It’s shorter.
So, when I first saw him, he was using the knives in a magical way. It seemed, to me, that they were part of his body. I was fascinated.
When I got home, I took the knives of my father and started to fight with the thin air. Every day I woke up and started my “trainment”. My father never liked the fights.
One day, he saw me training and got totally mad. He prohibited me to touch his knives. He hide all of them and kept them locked.
I could not believe on what he was doing. By this time, I was ten. In that same day, some older boys started to bully me out. “Little chopper, little chopper, go and run, you toddler!” For weeks, I tried to stand still. One day, I did not.
They were “playing ping pong” with me, pushing and laughing at me. I fell in the ground and saw the. Two glass bottles on the floor, lying right beside me. I got them, broke them, and used them as my weapons.
It was my very first time… And I was just ten years old…
I hit the biggest guy in the face, cutting his chin. While he was in the ground, stunned by what happened, I went to the second guy. Just a slash in the neck. Just one. He fell, dead.
“MY GOD!”, I said. Now I WAS stunned by that. “I killed someone!”. It was terrible. And HE saw it…
Near to me, was the komodo guy. He was fascinated by what he saw. “I am Iroka Musuko”, he said, “that was a interesting way to use bottles. May I ask your name?”
“Christopher d’Santiago”, the words I said. I was shocked now, and I could not say ANYthing.
“Well, Christopher, how did you learn to use those? I mean, you must be twelve, or thirteen years old!”
“Ten, sir. And I’ve saw you fighting when I was seven… I started to train by myself…”
“That is quiet interesting, indeed…” He stood quite for some time. Then, he asked, “Could I drop you home and talk to your father?”
I was magnified. My hero, wanting to talk to daddy. Of course I said yes, and I obviously knew what he would ask. Still, I got surprised when he asked…
He explained the situation to my father. Said he was looking for a pupil, but never thought a ten years boy could make him so interested. I told daddy that I’ve been training knives since my seven, what made him REALLY angry.
But he knew that THAT was a great opportunity. I was his only son, my mother died while bringing me to the world. He said he’d miss me, and told me to come back home sometimes for us to chat. He said yes.
I was delighted. I was going to learn what I’ve always wanted to. How to us and fight PROPERLY with knives. I would never expect my future, neither how this could help me on it… In that moment, I was just thinking about leave that poor village and start to travel around our land.
By that time, I did not know that “our” would be, in the future, Vampire’s…
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