Fascination #1
I became a beautiful vampire girl in a different world, so I'm going to corrupt girls by “fascination” and destroy the country - Maidens who are being changed by brainwashing and bloodsucking.
Author: kiki
Raws: https://novel18.syosetu.com/n2498fn/
Part 1: The love story of the slum dwellers
Chapter 1: Union of the splattered girl and the vampire
I committed suicide.
It was not done on a whim, but rather something that had been long coming.
It happened today, after school, on Monday February 10th, though the moment itself held no special meaning.
When I went to the roof, I found myself drawn to the fence.
As if lured by a sweet fragrance.
After leaning over the fence and seeing the alluring ground below, I let my body fall.
*Whoosh* *Thud*
And then, shattered, crushed, my body crumpled.
I died.
There was no pain nor agony, but only nothingness.
Haaa... at last, my life was over.
As I thought so, I couldn't help but feel happy.
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My life had been completely worthless.
I found out that I was not the child of my father when I was 8.
I don't have the details, but it heard that when my mother left home, my father, who was suspicious, had some tests performed.
That day had been Christmas Eve. As I spent the night outside, I hoped that Santa would bring me a present on the following morning.
My father had looked at me as if I were a filthy thing. He threw me out and forbade me from entering the house ever again.
The next morning, my father came back to his senses after finding my cold body. He took me to the hospital, and I clung to life.
As I was hospitalized for a while, my classmates brought me a collection of letters.
Their heartwarming words were arranged behind carefully-done wrappings.
"If only you had died."
"Why did you survive?"
"Don't come back."
"Gross."
"A ghost girl and a hospital go well together."
"If only your father had killed you."
My chest was filled with a very warm feeling, and I immediately threw them in the trash can.
Nothing changed as I entered middle school, and then high school.
Nonetheless, a small event for me might be significant for everyone else.
Therefore, let me give a list of what was done to me during that time.
I don't have a right ring finger.
My left eye cannot see.
My cheek muscles are paralyzed, and always seem to be smiling.
My hair is always in disarray.
My body is covered in bruises, which never seem to disappear.
Even though I don't have a lover, I am no longer a virgin.
On Internet, if you search for my name, you can find pictures of my naked body.
That is about it, nothing especially painful nor interesting.
Besides, there was also a kind teacher, you know?
She was raped when she tried to protect me, and because of that she began to hit me a lot. But she really was a kind teacher.
I mean, she didn't do anything other than hitting me.
She really, really was a kind teacher.
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Anyway, I died.
I fell from the sky, and splashed on the ground.
Whatever piece of meat I had become, the moment I will be recognized, a lot of people will be laughing, or so I thought.
However, when I woke up, I was not faced with scorn.
"Indeed, there is no doubt about it... when there is flesh and blood... then there can be life."
The one who was speaking in a very old-fashioned language was a dying girl.
With a fair complexion, golden hair and red eyes, she looked like a sparkling flower -- the complete opposite of me.
To be jealous... I could not even bring myself to feel that way, as my instincts told me that she was a heavenly being I could never reach.
I could not believe that this little girl would ever talk to me, so this must be a reward from God at the moment of my death.
"Do I look this important ? Hmm, to me ... it is you... that is really bright, I believe. "
The little girl says strange things.
Speaking of strange things, for some reasons, my voice has been heard.
Even thought I never spoke even once since waking up? How?
However, it would be useless to think about it.
As would be the similar mutual praises we gave each other.
As fellows close to death, it would be meaningless to praise something we will soon lose, This would be nothing more than licking our wounds.
"If something is missing, if you can share..."
Share? Even if you say that, I don't have anything to give.
Personality, appearance, talent, knowledge, strength, and everything else are nothing but worthless garbage. I wasn't something that could be called anything.
This is why I had killed myself after all.
And now, reduced to a pair of eyeballs, there was nothing left.
"No... there is something. There is "negativity", strength, existence, life...!"
Offer my life?
This was the first time someone ever said this to me.
My worthless existence is nothing but a sin.
Because this is what I had been told for my whole life.
"Words from the blind, all of them... even if you are dying, if we complement each other, we will be able to live as one."
Complement each other, in other words, I -- what is left of me -- will become one with you, right?
"That... would be... true."
In that case, do as you wish.
If someone like me can save your life, I won't have a complaint.
"As I said... we will complement... each other... We will balance... each other."
That's too bad.
Even thought I thought I could finally disappear.
"...... Well, that's fine. You are like this, after all. Now... open your heart. Accept me, my soul... and let us become one..."
This is well and good, but please let me ask you one final question.
Your name... and your nature.
"Hmph... I am vampire, my name is Camila...... However, this name will soon become irrelevant...."
Vampire... I never thought such a thing really existed, this is a surprise. She reached of my eyeballs.
Then, my vision was enveloped by light.
And then, in a warmth reminiscent of the womb, I slowly lost consciousness.
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