Vampire Knight Fan Fiction ❯ Bloody Rose in the World ❯ The Bloody Rose ( Chapter 1 )
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Never far away from her heart.
Never did she forget the one she left behind.
Alone.
Just…
Like…
Kaname…
Tears would well in her eyes when she would later think of him.
Always left in the cold, stark world, naked of warmth that she had once lent him.
How could she possibly think he would forgive her when she had turned to the one…
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They had given him strength.
They had sacrificed of themselves to give him his sanity.
Alone.
Just…
Like…
Him…
Power would give him strength to survive.
Alone in the cold world that had no mercy for his kind.
How could he possible forget what they did for him…
(break)
Sacrifice of blood, family, and love for power.
Sacrifice of self, dreams, and honor for damnation.
Alone.
He.
Was.
Alone.
< br> He would never forget.
He could never forget.
He was alone in the world.
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Bloody Rose turned red with blood.
His.
Theirs.
And…
It was alone.
In a cruel, lonely, dark world.
It didn't care.
It was power.
It was a curse.
It was a reminder the price all would pay to live.
Bloody Rose was a symbol to the future.
Don't cross it's path.
A shot rang out, leaving only a single smoking trail from it's barrel.
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(break)
Never far away from her heart.
Never did she forget the one she left behind.
Alone.
Just…
Like…
Kaname…
Tears would well in her eyes when she would later think of him.
Always left in the cold, stark world, naked of warmth that she had once lent him.
How could she possibly think he would forgive her when she had turned to the one…
(break)
They had given him strength.
They had sacrificed of themselves to give him his sanity.
Alone.
Just…
Like…
Him…
Power would give him strength to survive.
Alone in the cold world that had no mercy for his kind.
How could he possible forget what they did for him…
(break)
Sacrifice of blood, family, and love for power.
Sacrifice of self, dreams, and honor for damnation.
Alone.
He.
Was.
Alone.
< br> He would never forget.
He could never forget.
He was alone in the world.
(break)
Bloody Rose turned red with blood.
His.
Theirs.
And…
It was alone.
In a cruel, lonely, dark world.
It didn't care.
It was power.
It was a curse.
It was a reminder the price all would pay to live.
Bloody Rose was a symbol to the future.
Don't cross it's path.
A shot rang out, leaving only a single smoking trail from it's barrel.
Converting /tmp/phpHp5HYc to /dev/stdout