• Rukia Akira
    My name is Rukia Akira. I was born in Tokyo, Japan. I was a normal girl but with an imagination filled with excitement. I loved fantasy, I even imagined having magical powers and had a really happy life until that day came. That day I lost all my innocence, I lost my happiness, I lost everything, and everything changed. I remember that day: it was about 100 years ago that my imagination was so big that I finally saw the terror of this world and it was my fault because I called that secret out. I cried so much when I saw my parents getting killed by a vampire, and it said to me, “You wanted to see the truth right?” No that’s not what I wanted.
    My heart grew with hatred and sorrow. I wanted revenge! Something that I don’t get is that person who appeared before my eyes and stabbed him. He left the sword there for me to finish him off. I didn’t think twice and yes, he was no longer in this world. Right there I was no longer a mere human because everything felt so strange, and then I felt pain, and felt something coming in me, but I was really absorbing all his powers, and I became a vampire.
    After that I realized that what I did was wrong and I wanted my body back so badly and soon my face was filled with tears. I felt like taking my life away, but I remembered the face of the guy who was there and his eyes told me don’t die just yet because we need you as you need us. So I decided to get married and as I once was a human I tried to hold back my hunger from my husband, but it was difficult.
    When I decided to have kids, with my powers I blocked my vampire side to remain normal so my kids were born just as humans. When they were old enough I decided to plan my own death and as I saw my kids in the cemetery cry, I couldn’t help but to cry where I was hiding.
    The illusion that I had for people to see me old I took off, I waited for my grandchildren to go to school and I went with them. As I became their best friend I soon went to my daughter’s house and when I saw her I didn’t hesitate but to cry. Then I noticed that she also felt like crying and told me that I looked so much like her mother when she was young. Of course I knew that this day was going to come so I decided to give her the picture back then. Then I erased the memory of me crying. As I went into the street I felt so lonely and miserable and started to cry and I kept on waiting for that day. Until that day finally came and…