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Vince.
I couldn't look at my reflection anymore. I couldn't stand what looked back at me, when I stared into the mirror at their...our house. The deep red and black eyes were what really got me. It made me look like...like a monster.
I guess I was a monster now. It had only been a week since when it happened. Oh God...It was so horrible...
I had been walking home from school; it was later, because i had to stay after class for detention. I picked my little sister, August, up from her friends house. Her upbeat, four-year old attitude made me smile as we made our way down the street towards our house. I gave her a piggy-back ride as we entered the house...and there, sitting on the couch, was him. I remember him scaring the hell out of me, with his eyes and all. He was so relaxed...he had no idea what he had done to the family. Or, maybe he did. But it didn't matter anymore. He had killed them.
My parents; dead. All because they had done a study on his...our species, and had gotten farther then expected. Samuel couldn't let anyone find out; so he killed them, and turned me and my little sister. (Turned. Heh. Basically, he ripped our souls out, and replaced it with something else. Some black, cold energy Demons could conjure up. And holy shit, did that hurt. He made August forget though, luckily. But, i remembered.) He said we were lucky; he said that he probably would have killed us, but was having a good day. I didn't care what he claimed; he basically did kill us. Or, i would rather be dead, then what I was now. Samuel told us that he would take us back to his tribe of others like us. It was more civilized then i thought. I had pictured a boiler room, dark, with flames surrounding.
But, no. It was a humongo mansion in the hills. Expansive, and expensive. I didn't think it was fit for us Demons.
August loved it. She thought it was fun; a vacation. She didn't understand what she was; didn't understand that our parents were dead; didn't realize what had happened, truly.
I, on the other hand, hated it. We had been there for about three weeks. Absolutely repulsed. I tried to keep it together for August, but it was hard. I had even-
"Vinnie! VINCE!" Someone called me, breaking me out of my thoughts. I turned around from the mirror, and looked behind me. Zaria, one of the girls who lived there, was looking at me with a smirk. (There was alot of people that lived here. Most i hadn't really gotten to know, but the ones i sort of did were: Zaria, Tania, Chrissy, Raven, Chase, Heath, and Cole.) She had August on her hip, who was playing with one of Zaria's braids.
"Self-obsessed, much?" She said, nodding to the mirror.
I shook my head, and walked over. "What do you want?"
She rolled her eyes. "Jeez. You really have to stop moping around. You're not the only one, remember?" She waved her hand around her, obviously hinting at everyone else who lived here. "And its really annoying. Your sister is fine." She said smiling, and bouncing August on her hip. August giggled, and finally turned around.
"Vin!" She exclaimed, grinning. She squirmed out of Zaria's arms, and grabbed my thumb when i bent down next to her. She pulled me to her room, and pointed out about a zillion pictures she had finger-painted with her 'new fwends'. I smiled at her, and she went down for a nap.
I walked downstairs, and walked down towards the kitchen. I didn't get why we had one; i mean, we didn't eat food, we just kind of sucked up energy from people.
Yeah. SO, basically we go around and suck the souls out of people.
Its just greeeeaaat.
I strode into the living room. Tania and Chase were sitting on the ground, on either sides of the coffee table. They were leaning over a profile of a man, early-forties maybe, and discussing him. His name was George.
Oh, yeah, did i mention that we also doubled as hit-men for Samuel? Yeah. We got to do his dirty work.
And we couldn't say no, because he kind of..made us, and let us live here. And, well, we just kind of had to do what he said. He was...Boss. And no one could deny him that role.
And, plus, we needed to 'eat'.
Fuck, I hate my life.
Zaria.
I slunk against the wall. "I'm sorry, Sam, it's just-"
"Just nothing, dammit!" Samuel snapped, and leaned towards me menacingly. "You had orders, and you were supposed to follow through with them. Did you?"
I was silent. I didn't know if he meant for me to answer.
"WELL?!" He demanded.
"No, but-"
"No fucking buts!" He yelled, and slapped me, hard. I fell to the ground, covering my face with my hands. It stung, and i knew it would leave a mark. I fought the tears that had sprung, and dared to look up. He was leaning over me, authoritatively, and growled,
"Follow orders next time." His eyes flashed rage again. "Or else, Zaria." He stormed out of my room, and shut the door hard.
I curled up, and sat on my bed. This was normal, it happened everytime anyone in the household didn't follow orders (except him, of course), but i still hated it. It wasn't fair...but it was how it was.
Last night, when we had to kill some guy named George. It happened all the time, but all of the sudden last night, i felt guilty. I had let him get away. And now we had to go out and find him again. Poor guy.
But I was hungry.
Fuck, I hate my life.
