Quinn sat on the front steps of the orphanage. Her single bag of belongings sitting sadly on the concrete beside her. Darcie leaning against the wrought iron railing, arms crossed as her eyes impatiently scanned the deserted road in front of the large, old building. She looked down at Quinn. The dark haired girl sat awkwardly, her legs bent unnaturally yet it didn't seem to bother her.
"...So...any idea where you'll be going?" Darcie asked, sitting down beside her and propping her chin up on her knees. The taller girl shook her head.
"I don't even know who's coming to get me. Could be a serial killer or some sort of human trafficker for all I know," Quinn shrugged, Darcie chuckled.
"You have an extremely vivid imagination," she noted.
"And this surprises you?" She added. A short silence fell over the two girls.
"You know my email right?" Darcie asked, occasionally they got to go to the library in town which is how they both learned their limited computer knowledge.
"Of course! I'll email you as soon as I get access to a computer," Quinn exclaimed. Darcie nodded.
"Don't leave out a single deta..." she froze when a black car started rattling down the gravel road. The two girls exchanged wary glances.
"Looks like my ride is here..." Quinn muttered, worry lacing her voice.
"...Looks like it," Darcie replied as the car pulled to a stop, no one got out. After a silent minute of watching for movement behind the blacked out windows, Darcie got up and walked to the car.
"Listen you! You gonna just sit there or..." the window slid down, she flinched back. A pair of narrowed brown eyes were gazing out between the crack, slanted pupils almost glowing in the blackness behind the figure. A voice came out, a strange accent, almost Russian, definitely male.
"I'm looking for Quinn," the voice said. Darcie backed off, the brown eyes of the man were unnerving her. She gestured for Quinn who stood awkwardly before limping over. Darcie cast a glance back inside the dark car, nothing of the man was visible but his now confused looking eyes. Quinn stared at the man who would be taking her away from the place that had been her home, she felt a pang of sadness at leaving the place. Behind her, the caretakers were gathering the other ten residents of the house, all younger than Quinn. She knew a few of them well enough to feel sad about leaving. She waved to them, they all waved back, Chelsea jumping up and down to be seen behind a few of the taller boys. Quinn turned to Darcie.
"...I'll miss you," she said sadly.
"I'll miss you too, you sap," with that they hugged each other briefly. She backed off.
"Don't forget to email me or you'll regret it!" she exclaimed as Quinn climbed into the back seat of the car.
"I won't!" Quinn said back as she closed the door, the man in the front seat far from her mind as she rolled down the window as they started to move. She waved until nothing remained of the old building, she still stared back. The strangeness of the situation setting in as she pulled her head back inside the car, rolling the window back up. She glanced up, trying to see anything of the man who picked her up. As if he were reading her mind. He pulled his hood down and looked back, a gasp rose in Quinn's throat. His piercing brown eyes looked at her curiously, curling ram's horns framing his pale face along with reddish brown curls, a small smirk formed on his face, large fangs jutted down from his upper jaw.
"You can take those leg things off now," he said simply. Adverting his eyes back to the road.
"Y-You know..." Quinn started.
"I would know. You're the same as I am," the man answered. Quinn stared the back of his head down.
"Who are you?" she asked. He chuckled lightly, the accent heavy in his voice.
"My name is Vanth," he answered, Quinn's curiosity burned strong.
"What are you?" she asked, he turned again, raising an eyebrow.
"You really don't know anything huh? We're both demons," he answered, the word struck her hard.
"D-Demons? like from hell?" she choked before she could stop herself. Vanth chuckled, clearly amused.
"Of course not. I'll explain to you more once we can get somewhere safe," he replied, surprised by her ignorance.
Quinn obeyed his suggestion and sank down in her seat. Pulling out her book. The one world that always made perfect sense.
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Inner Demons
FantasíaMy account felt so barren i had to throw something in here. This is a little idea i came up with on a whim and decided to get some evaluation on my writing skills. All the characters in the story i made up myself and as of yet the plot is partly und...
