InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ In The End ❯ Chapter 6

 

 

 

I don't own trinity blood or the song city of the damned, I only own Amaya- she's me original :D

 

 

 

CITY OF THE DAMNED

 

Amaya held out her hand to the little girl and watched in amusement as she nibbled down every crumb of the bread she had offered her. She occasionally stole, but only when she was in dire need. She worked at one of the posh café's in town as a waitress, sometimes it was out of business because no one could afford much, except the local Methuselah Lord and his supporters. She had seen dirty dealing in front of her eyes; she had seen whores being pushed into one of the back rooms. She had seen merciless killings of humans as well as the vampires who dared to believe in a higher power other than the local lord. Working till she dropped dead, trying her hardest to have faith in someone she knew that everything was a lie in this town which was long forgotten by others, this town which was almost devastated with fear. This was the city she called her home. This was the city of the damned.

 

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

 

 

She had known this girl for the past five years where she met her in a garbage dump around the place and considered taking her in. she couldn't give the girl anything but bread and water, she could only steal a few clothes and she could protect her. That was all. This girl who had bright green eyes never spoke and never cried but she understood how hard it was for Amaya to earn whatever she did. This girl who sang only one lullaby that Amaya had taught her was lost and no one cared, no one but Amaya in this city of the damned.

 

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

 

Amaya wiped the sweat off her forehead and exited the women's lavatory, where men of the local landlord usually sat and smoked, they whistled at her and she gave them glares, sometimes they laughed at her but she was strong and she was in control. They wrote vulgar things on the walls about all they did here and this café was supposed to be for the cream of the society. Maybe this was society in the city of the damned.

 

I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less

 

She did all this only to feed her little girl who was more like a daughter to her, sometimes she felt empty as she thought about what she wanted to do, being forever was so boring. But nobody cared who she was or where she went, maybe because this was the city of the damned.

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care