Riding the demon twins

Chapter 1

22 years ago

It was dark and windy in the small town of Berkley, the darkness was not a friend of young Isabella. In her room that night she kept hearing weird sounds, the crackling of thunder but no lightening to light the dark sky.

Suddenly the sound of glass shattering her shaking her to the core, looking to the shadows she saw a figure standing, watching, observing her curled up form shaking under the covers.

"Hello, you pretty little thing" she heard from the shadows on the wall. Cowering away, back up against the wall she started to tremble.

"W-who are y-you", she stuttered. "Oh, I'm the devil love", she shuddered at the sound of his voice.

"Why are you here" she said feeling more confident when she remembered that she was the hybrid. "Am here for you love, only you".

She casted her eyes up to try and see his face, only to see the white pearly teeth in a smile.

Emerging from the shadows, she saw the steam radiating off his naked body, which she found her self staring at.

"I will have you under me very shortly princess", he said with confidence. "No you won't, just who do you think you are"?

"I said it before, I'm the devil" he said with a devilish smile. Moving slowly towards her, she backed up even more into the bed frame.

"S-s-stay away from me" she tried to say but her voice came out in a whisper, just as he got to the edge of the bed, he somehow got her chained to the bed.

Having his way with her he left right back in the shadows, leaving a broken Isabella shaking and crying in her bed.

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No one's pov
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"I suppose you're wondering why her, why poor little Isabelle, better yet who am I. Those are excellent questions, ones I don't feel like answering, but sadly I have to." A quiete voice said, as a little girl looked in in awe.

"But why." A little voice asked. "Why don't you want to tell me.

"Because you're too young little witch, you wouldn't understand and you shouldn't want to, but sadly you are just like her, so they will come for you." The older voice answered with a sigh. If one were to listen closely they would here, the pain, the guilt, the barely contained rage, that threatened to break out at any minute. Ohh he was angry but the little witch child would never know, why, not if he could help it.