Dakota's Story

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(Okay this my little hybrid on To Dance With The Devil. Ash's Vampire Diaries site. I had to show you all. I worked really hard on him. )




Dakota's Story

Chapter 1

The beginning

I never really thought I'd find some place where I belong. But I have. If only my parents could see me now. They're probably rolling around in their graves as I start to write this out. But this is the only way for me to forget about them once and for all. It's good for myself to find some peace of mind. Where as they never gave that luxury to me. It was always something. I've always seemed to have done something wrong in their eyes. Sure, I tried to aim high like they wanted. But I found out that success was something you were gifted with. Something my father always told me, "Success is a gift not an achievement..." Boy was he ever wrong about that! For I seemed to have achieved success through achievement. I can easily remember walking into his study just scared that he was going to beat me for no reason what so ever. It gave him the power over myself. I was always scared of the man. But never afraid to speak my mind. Even if I did get a good beating afterwards. I would always just take it and when ever he got tired of using me for entertainment I'd run as far as I could to get away from that broken home.

My mother was no different from my father. She acted as though I was hardly ever around. She never said I love you or made me a home cooked meal. It was either take out or easy to fix stuff. She let her job get in the way more than anything else. And it's always amazed me that my mom and dad even married each other. Sure they might have loved each other at some point. Even loved me. But what my father did to try and help my werewolf side was not based on an act of love in my eyes. He used to lock me up in chains in the basement every time a full moon came around. I literally had gone insane from that. They both blamed my werewolf side for being so damned rebellious towards them. And that's what caused the down fall of the family. They had both claimed it was my fault the family went under. When in all truth it was their fault! Not mine!

I sometimes found myself staying over at my best friends house for a number of days. He had seen what my parents were doing. Well it took him a while to realize that. That I was telling him the truth that my parents had hated me. But he only died by my very own hand years before. When I killed Tom , I became a werewolf. I tried to hide it from my mom and dad but they were too smart for me. And my mom could spot a lie from my mouth a mile away. I guess it was all my fault. But that doesn't count for the number of times I've been punished before. The cold winter nights I spent in my bed room trying to stay warm. While they were warm and cozy by the fire place I helped make! Damn them both for treating someone they gave life to , like a piece of trash! It's amazing I'm still here alive. But they taught me something they never intended on teaching me. That's survival....I learned survival through their little spats and punishments they gave me. They thought I'd crack eventually. But they were both dead wrong!
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Chapter 2

Unforgivable Sins

So we've covered a few things about my past. But there's much more I need to get down. The sooner I get this done the sooner I can burn these memories. I even hate mentioning a few things to myself. But I've got to do this sooner than later. It's one of my most unforgivable sins. One that I just can't seem to let go. It's nothing to do with my being a werewolf either. It's much worse than even that. It's something that was forced upon myself at the age of seventeen. It wasn't even my thoughts it belonged to someone else. My mother to be specific. Her actions thrusted upon myself was nothing but for her so called pleasure! And she even told my dad what she did. And he said nothing but laughed at the way she had control over me! Let's put it in a way where it's not so graphic. She took advantage of her own son. I remember how painful the first time was. It was a violation of my personal self. Let's just say I'd rather take my fathers beatings than her abuse. It's something I hate till this very day. She took away my sense of security. She took away my ability to love myself. I hate myself still. No one knows what I went through. Not even Klaus. Though I know he will find out.

It was the eve of my seventeenth birthday it happened. I will never be able to forgive her. She was suppose to be my mother. Not some crack head that only saw me as her 'toy' to play with. I'm just grateful she didn't get pregnant. She never used protection on me either. No matter what I was doing from then on out, I had to drop everything and satisfy her dirty little needs...I never had much control of my life after that. Then again. I never really had control over any thing. At least not until I turned eighteen. I kept reminding myself , once I turned eighteen I could leave their asses and they couldn't stop me! But it felt like a life time for me before my birthday. In between that time was so not great either! I can't tell you how many people laid dead at my feet. Simply because I was a monster!

It seems I've gotten used to my parents. They never let me rest like a normal human being. Then again I was never a normal human in the first place. I had only really gotten a bed for my mothers little pleasure she had going on with me. And when ever a full moon hit she locked me up in the basement just as my father did. It seemed my father was teaching her the things he did with me too. That way when he was off at work, she could continue his little beating sessions with me. Yea I never had a normal child hood. I never had innocence! They stole that away from me every since I killed my best friend! I'm not ashamed to call my mother a whore either! Because that's exactly what she was! Nothing more nothing less. She was never my mother in the first place. She gave birth to me. But she never showed her motherly side to me.
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Chapter 3

Breaking Bones

I guess I've never really fully recovered from my parents constant torment and tortures. The constant days and nights I had to endure from the freaks were enough to make me start thinking of the best way to kill myself. I couldn't reach out to neighbors because humans had no idea of our existence. So there was no possible way for me to even consider help from strangers. I have to admit it being strange that this is the most difficult part to write about. No the sexuality part was not the most difficult thing. It's a big part of it but what I'm about to write now includes my life being threatened. So he said we were going for a hike up the woods and should be back by night fall. I questioned his wants and needs to be with me this particular evening. I just went along with what he wanted me to do. He said we were just going for a nice walk. Like I'm going to fall for that one. The entire time I kept my eyes and ears open. He was not very much in a talking mood either. I noticed this off the bat. But then again I never liked to carry on a conversation with the bastard.

As we went on I noticed how deep in the woods we were getting. And how late it was getting. It wasn't a full moon but none the less I got started to worry a little bit. We came to a clearing finally my father stopped. I can't tell you the words that were exchanged. It's not suitable! But he basically brought me out here to end my life! And that was when I started to run for my life! I ran as fast as I could to get away from him. But he's been a werewolf longer than me. And he was able catch me again! I knew this was all too good to be true. My father nearly killed me that night! He just kept beating me. Maybe he was hoping I'd die from the torture! I do remember what my own blood tasted like. That night turned into my night of hell. The bad thing is, he was my father and he wanted me to die. Of all the bad actions played on me, this is the worst. I can't believe it still sometimes it comes back to haunt me. I seriously thought my life was over that night.

I heard so many bones break from what he was doing to me I wanted to die. I wished for death to come. Just so he could leave me alone. I remember my tears getting mixed in with my own blood. The smell of blood to my werewolf senses became almost unbearable. He did it all on his own too. It was like his way of telling me to get the hell out of dodge and to never come back. I guess he was hoping that I'd die that night. I wanted to. My heart ached for it. I didn't care where my soul ended up at either. Oh yea I knew about heaven and hell but only from kids at school. My parents were anything but religious. I remember the last few hours of my life as I laid on the cool grass. But that didn't relieve me. Only when my father thought I was dead and gone and he stopped beating me did I get relief! My life is practically over at this point. I can hear the sounds of nature all around me. And I remember crying. Crying that the last thing I was going to hear was so peaceful...
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