Ever since I was a child I dreamt of a mother who would hold me in her arms and protect me from the world, who would love me. A family.

As I opened my eyes the world seem the same but my heart didn't. I felt my heart broken into tiny pieces now that I know the true. Even when I was born I brought death with me like a fellow friend. What shame could a little child feel unknowing that her tiny little hands are tainted with blood? I was born in a cemetery.

My own thoughts broke me in half, I could not control my mind as it threw accusations and having me as target. I was still in the shooting court, I was alone. Until that moment I was made of stone but I could not endure it anymore. My knees bent and hit the floor, my hands covered my face in a act of shame, tear came running through my face, I refused to breath. My mind was destroying me and quoting mother. How could I be so dumb? What am I doing here?!

A little fire lit inside of me and little by little it started to grow until my insides where burning, my own soul was burning in mad fury. I needed to find her, I needed to find the only person who ever loved me.

As I was combusting in fury I heard steps. My hands did not moved out of my face, it would be shameful to face the world with eyes full of tears in pain. I was not weak.

-Miss Iris? -it was a man's voice. Deep and comforting. It was Callum.

I forced my hands to move and I look at his face. The light from the right side made me realize it was dark. He was bent to be closer to me and offered a gloved hand so I could stand up. I just stared at him and the feeling I felt was strange to me.

-Are you injured, Miss Iris?

I looked at myself and nod my head. My eyes turned to him once again, the growing mad fury appeased once I looked at him. His features were cold, his skin was very white and didn't had any wrinkle, almost as he never expressed a emotion to have wrinkles. My eyes rose to his eyes, they were grey and it reminded me of the stormy days. Why didn't his eyes had any expression?

I felt stupid for staring at him for so long so I looked at the ground and I gave him my hand. He helped me stood up but suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my knee, it gave in and I collapsed. He grabbed me by my waist and for the first time I felt him. His arms around me, my chest against his. As I looked at him his face was in shock. He seemed scared of what he did. His lips were slightly opened and I could feel his warm breath on my lips. I felt myself infatuated by lust and I was ashamed of it.

-Forgive me, Miss Iris. My actions where negligible and ...

-No, please Callum. -I interrupted him. -You just didn't wanted me to get hurt, am I right?

He look at him and in that moment I swear I could see a gleam in his eyes even thought he looked confused.

-Agreed.

I looked at my knee and it was in blood. The sight of it made me uncontrollably happy. I wanted more, not only mine but everybody's. Thought of unspeakable things came to my mind merged with the desire of vengeance. In that moment I felt myself ripped in two.