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UntitledMy name is Flora. You need not know my last name because I have none at this time. I am the second daughter of Vienna von Helsing and Rudolph von Trap. I have two other sisters. My first sister Pearl, and Kiki my youngest sister. We all lived good lives until one day. It was the anniversary of our great sisterhood. Then it happened. We were attacked by inhuman forces. These being had Red eyes. And wolf-like teeth. They killed our father and took our mother. Then they left us. That night, Pearl tried to protect us. Then they returned. They lured Pearl away from us and when Kiki and I went to look for her, we saw her in a puddle of her own blood. The beings were circled around her. They sensed us and the next thing I know, my life flashed before us. I woke up in the forest with an incredible pain on my neck. My sisters were gone, and I was on my own. I craved the blood of others with growing time. Every once in a while, I would go on a feeding frenzy. It took years for me to control that. I discovered a haven named Gaia. I lived by myself and worried for my sisters. Four years passed until I went out to hunt in the night. A pale being with raven black hair and she reminded me of my sister. She was feeding on a helpless stag. I approached her. I touched her arm. And she attacked me. She had black dark eyes I had when I was hungry. Then beyond those eyes I saw a resemblance. She resembled a good sister of mine. One who was killed on our anniversary. “Pearl?” I lamented. She snarled at me. Then she jumped off of me. “Flora…” she said softly with remembrance. She ran back to me and we hugged for a long time. Finally she asked. “Where’s Kiki.” My face contorted. I shook my head. I didn’t know where she was. I feared she was dead. Little did we know, that since she didn’t have us, or her parents, she became a bitter, yet friendly and enigmatic force of nature. Five years past until we found her. She was known as “Death”. She was so young when she “died”. She obviously suffered a brain trauma that made her think she was someone that she wasn’t. We rejogged her memory, She became our darling little Kiki once more, but she refused to destroy her new name. To everyone else, she is Kiki. To others, she is Death. We are now together. Every now and then, we pray that our mother still be alive. I know in my heart that she is alive. I can feel it.
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didn't recognize you.