I don't like talking about my past.
It's a very sore subject, you see...
First off, my name is Narco, but it hasn't always been. Nor have I always been a demon. Let's start at the beginning, shall we? Way back when- to hell if I remember the actual date- I was a girl. My name was Laura Samuels. At the age of seven I slaughtered my family- Stabbed my father and drowned my mother the burnt the house down. I actually hadn't intended to kill my siblings; Jacob, my older brother and Elija, my younger.
Jacob had been plotting with me. He was thirteen at the time, I do believe...
"Laura, honey, we'll kill them and run away with little Elija. We can live on our own. I'll take care of you both." He'd said so heroically, yet all I could do was question, " Take care of us? Jacob, we're only kids- You're getting married in three days a-and... If they find out about this we'll be hanged."
"I don't care about the girl I've gotta marry! You're the one I need to protect! Not some useless tramp."
It wasn't perverted, we were only doing what we thought was right. Little Laura, I, had sex with Jacob only two days before the staged killing of our parents.We talked about how it was to be done, and I knew he was too feeble to do it himself. I knew he wouldn't be able to follow through. So in order to prove I could hold my own, I did it. Who would suspect a little girl anyway?
Jacob had promised me the night before that he would be outside waiting with Elija, and we'd all meet out there and run together. I.. I had no idea he was still in there, him and Elija. I could hear the screaming- not from my parents- and not Jacob... Just Elija. Those screams stayed with me after that... Why hadn't he come out? Why hadn't he just stuck to the ******** plan after all we'd talked about and-
Well... They burned. After killing my parents I lit the house aflame.. Poor little Elija..
After crying, after their deaths were accepted... I turned eight. People were beginning to suspect things. Some correct, others bizarre. It had only been two months and rumors were flying... And all of that stretched for another two months. But that wasn't the bad news for me.
I was with child.
I was pregnant with my dead brothers child at the age of eight. What was I to do about something like that? It's not like I could run and raise child by myself, and back in those times, if you had a child you weren't going to find a reasonable partner. Wouldn't find someone to help. And it wasn't like I was looking for someone to replace my brother... I was worried- scared- lonely... And...
And they knew. They knew everything. Knew I killed my family, and before I could even try to run for my and my baby's life, before I could give birth and give the child a chance... I was hanged. Hanged like the pregnant, incestuous, murderous little wretch I was.
"Oh, Jacob... You said you'd protect me... You liar..." Those had been my last words- or at least what I remember them to be...
Sometimes I wonder to myself... What if we had gotten away? What if we'd stuck to the plan? What if I had lived with Jacob, Elija and my baby? Would we have been happy? Would I be where I am now...? Would I have been happy...?
At least Kara gave me a gender option.
Now if I do see Jacob he won't recognize me.. besides, I'm sure if I did see him it would throw me into the turmoil of being a pregnant, eight year old girl, and I don't think I could handle that.
It's a very sore subject, you see...
First off, my name is Narco, but it hasn't always been. Nor have I always been a demon. Let's start at the beginning, shall we? Way back when- to hell if I remember the actual date- I was a girl. My name was Laura Samuels. At the age of seven I slaughtered my family- Stabbed my father and drowned my mother the burnt the house down. I actually hadn't intended to kill my siblings; Jacob, my older brother and Elija, my younger.
Jacob had been plotting with me. He was thirteen at the time, I do believe...
"Laura, honey, we'll kill them and run away with little Elija. We can live on our own. I'll take care of you both." He'd said so heroically, yet all I could do was question, " Take care of us? Jacob, we're only kids- You're getting married in three days a-and... If they find out about this we'll be hanged."
"I don't care about the girl I've gotta marry! You're the one I need to protect! Not some useless tramp."
It wasn't perverted, we were only doing what we thought was right. Little Laura, I, had sex with Jacob only two days before the staged killing of our parents.We talked about how it was to be done, and I knew he was too feeble to do it himself. I knew he wouldn't be able to follow through. So in order to prove I could hold my own, I did it. Who would suspect a little girl anyway?
Jacob had promised me the night before that he would be outside waiting with Elija, and we'd all meet out there and run together. I.. I had no idea he was still in there, him and Elija. I could hear the screaming- not from my parents- and not Jacob... Just Elija. Those screams stayed with me after that... Why hadn't he come out? Why hadn't he just stuck to the ******** plan after all we'd talked about and-
Well... They burned. After killing my parents I lit the house aflame.. Poor little Elija..
After crying, after their deaths were accepted... I turned eight. People were beginning to suspect things. Some correct, others bizarre. It had only been two months and rumors were flying... And all of that stretched for another two months. But that wasn't the bad news for me.
I was with child.
I was pregnant with my dead brothers child at the age of eight. What was I to do about something like that? It's not like I could run and raise child by myself, and back in those times, if you had a child you weren't going to find a reasonable partner. Wouldn't find someone to help. And it wasn't like I was looking for someone to replace my brother... I was worried- scared- lonely... And...
And they knew. They knew everything. Knew I killed my family, and before I could even try to run for my and my baby's life, before I could give birth and give the child a chance... I was hanged. Hanged like the pregnant, incestuous, murderous little wretch I was.
"Oh, Jacob... You said you'd protect me... You liar..." Those had been my last words- or at least what I remember them to be...
Sometimes I wonder to myself... What if we had gotten away? What if we'd stuck to the plan? What if I had lived with Jacob, Elija and my baby? Would we have been happy? Would I be where I am now...? Would I have been happy...?
At least Kara gave me a gender option.
Now if I do see Jacob he won't recognize me.. besides, I'm sure if I did see him it would throw me into the turmoil of being a pregnant, eight year old girl, and I don't think I could handle that.
