REMEMBRANCE (Kuro x Reader) (SerVamp)

1) Kuro

Authors note:

Helloooo, friends! It's me again, with a new story, kind of? It is a rewritten version of my old Kuro fanfic - "I Remember..." I explain why I've discontinued it in the description and I think in conversations as well. It may be at the end of the old book too, so you can all check that out if you're curious.

However, if you are new, you have a whole new experience awaiting you. Feel free to read the old book, if you want. It makes me cringe sometimes.

Anyways, I won't keep you all waiting. However, one more thing!!

I think after I post more chapters of this book, I'll post another book. I don't know who it will be yet. I have one for Shigaraki(BNHA), Inosuke(Demon Slayer), and that may be it. We'll see though:) I might ask for opinions in the future!

Okay! Have fun reading!
And as always, sorry for any spelling errors and grammar mistakes!

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TW: Some blood in the beginning, as well as some violence. All of it is in the first 13 paragraphs.

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A large man with a gruff-looking appearance holds a little girl down against the cold, hard concrete. His knee digs into her chest and the blade of a sleek knife just barely grazes the skin of her neck. The expression on his face holds no anger. Rather, he seems determined. This man has one thought in mind, and that's completing this mission at any cost.

“Where is he?” He asks, his voice terrifyingly low.

“I-” The little girl gasps. A simple breath feels like sharp, broken glass pinching her throat in every corner. However, she forces every word out, fearing she’ll die sooner if she doesn’t,  “I don’t know who you’re talking about!”

The sun is nowhere to be seen. Despite the moon’s glow reflecting off of the flowing branches and leaves, off of their skin, off of the mushy dirt from the rainstorm last night, no one will be able to hear her quiet sobs. As everyone is sound asleep, she lies there, laced with panic and terror.

“You have three seconds to spill it unless you want this to be the last breath you'll ever take.” The perpetrator demands.

The little girl’s chest is pushed in deeper, and her eyes widen as the man begins the countdown.

“3…”

A sudden rush of adrenaline forces its way into the child’s body. Without a second thought, she tries to dig her nails into his knee, then claw away at his hands. He doesn’t seem to budge in the slightest.

“2…”

The knife slowly presses into her neck and it is enough to make her scream bloody murder.

“1.”

Suddenly, crimson blood gushes out like an explosion. It splatters on the young girl’s face, the man's clothes, and the wet ground surrounding them. However, that blood doesn't belong to the child. It came from the man who now lays limp on top of her.

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You jerk awake in a silent frenzy, holding your neck as sweat rushes down your forehead like raindrops on a window. You squeeze your chest tight. It still feels like pressure is pressing against it.  Your vision is blurry, but you force yourself to not rub your eyes. Instead, you try to scan your surroundings to calm yourself down. Thankfully you're nowhere near outside.

Another one of those weird night terrors. They’ve been popping up almost every night. When they first started appearing, it felt like your typical nightmare. Unnerving, creepy, and scary, but now they’ve become more violent and realistic, like you're actually there and experiencing it for yourself. You don’t know why they keep happening. You didn’t go anywhere or watch anything that would have triggered them.