Galaxy Eyes and A Poisoned Heart

Celestia

The picture above is the Lamia when it doesn't shapeshift.

She was not hot. She wasn't even human. Hell, I don't even know if it was a he, let alone a she. First off, it was Lamia. Lamia is, or was, a vampire demon that fed on children. What a pedophile. Anyways, it walked in and sat at a table, obviously using a glamour. I noticed that Oliver was staring at it, practically drooling. "Focus. It's using a glamour." He looked at me with a WTF expression but did as I said.

His WTF expression turned into one of disgust as the monster's true form was revealed. "Not so hot now huh?" I smirked with victory and chomped down on a French fry. It was extremely crunchy and made a sound that was equivalent to that of a bone snapping when my teeth went through it. The Lamia, much to my disgust, turned and looked over me. For whatever reason, it walked out. I didn't know if I should have followed it or not but a man walked in. A very hot man at that. Like, hotter than Oliver. And a man.

Oliver: no way! I was totally hotter. And I am a man.

Celestia: yeah sure. Keep telling yourself that.

So he walked in, a few moments after the Lamia walked out. Concentrating on him, I saw that he was actually the Lamia. But why would it want to fit something to my tastes? I shrugged and sipped at my milkshake. To my horror, the thing walked up to me and began to flirt. If it weren't for my training, I probably would have vomited. "Hey there cutie." Oh gods. No. No, no, no. It did not just call me cutie.

"Hi." I replied with a sickly sweet tone. If it wanted to play at this game, then I would play. Show Oliver who wears the pants in this relationship. Right before the Lamia returned a second time, Oliver decided to use the bathroom, leaving me all alone with the disgusting thing. "What's a girl like you doing at a place like this all by herself?"

I giggled and batted my eyelashes at it, hoping that it would go away if I flirted back. "Just getting some food." I stood and stretched my back out. The stupid thing was also perverted apparently because I could basically feel it staring at my chest.

"How old are you?" I nearly choked on my milkshake. Oh gods. No, no, no. Please no.

"I'm uh, 15." That was my go-to age. I am about as tall as a 15 year old. It sucks ass, by the way. A small smirk spread across its lips as it looked down at me with . . . hunger? It made me shudder. Before I knew it, I was being dragged out of the diner by the Lamia, one arm clamped over my mouth while the other had a death grip on my arm. Instead of my godly instincts kicking in, my female instincts did. I thrashed and tried to scream. I would have bit its hand but there was no way in hell that I would ever bite the hand of a monster. It let out a dark chuckle as it dragged me into an alley. Before I was drowned in darkness, I could see Oliver walking out of the bathroom. Great fucking timing.

I woke, tied to a chair and covered in blood. I couldn't tell if it was my blood or not and I didn't really want to know. It probably was mine by the feel of the Lamia licking a wound closed at my neck. I shuddered violently and tried to thrash but felt too weak to do so. When I looked down, I saw my blood, swirls of stars and galaxies flowing from my body freely. That would have been a great time for Oliver to walk in but he didn't. He didn't save me from the bad guy, like the movies or the books. Instead, I was left at the hands of this pedophile-vampire demon that wanted to suck my almost-godly blood. It must have hit me over the head because I could feel blood flowing from a cut on my scalp. Hair was in my face and flickered between brown and galaxy. Shit. That meant I was dying and had less control of my powers, which were weakening. "Don't worry. I won't kill you. Not yet, anyways." Lamia pulled up a chair and sat in front of me, it's tail snaking around it. "I've heard that you have been a bad girl."

Horror hit me when I realized what it was talking about. "No. No, I didn't kill my family. They're lying. The police, the distant relatives. They're all lying." Tears started to flow, mixing with the blood. It let out a dark chuckle.

"I think you're lying. Your father was found in a locked house, dead." It spit out. "How do you explain this? You were found in the kitchen, holding a bloody knife. Daddy dearest was on the living room floor with most of his limbs severed."

"No!" I screamed out. My head hung in shame, shame of not being able to help my father. A memory crashed through me, but different than I remember that night. I was standing over my father, a sick grin spread across my cheeks. It was like watching from the third-person. The younger version of me started to saw off limbs and throw them out window, into the lake below. "Please stop. Please." I managed to whimper after the vision cut off.

"But why? Hearing you beg just makes me hungry." A sick and perverted smirk spread across it's ugly face. At that moment, a knock resonated through the metal warehouse. "What the-" Before it could say anymore, it was hit in the face with the flat of a sword. I nearly sobbed in relief when I saw Oliver shadow-travel into the room. He looked over me quickly, something flashing in his eyes before he turned his attention to the Lamia.

"What the hell did you do to her?" The Lamia laughed and wiped off black blood that was dripping from the corner of it's mouth. I was on the verge of passing out. Oliver was about to hit the Lamia again before it spoke.

"You should have heard her screams. They were delicious. And so is her blood. Such beauty in one form. Stars everywhere on that girl." I swear I saw Oliver's eyes grow dark in anger. "You came just in time, line of Heracles. I was about to start stripping her. I bet she's much more beautiful without her clothes. Your boss won't mind." Oliver launched himself at the Lamia, unable to hide his anger anymore. He swung, multiple times but the demon was quick. It managed to dodge Oliver multiple times before Oliver caught it on the arm. The Lamia howled in pain and threw itself at Oliver, which was a mistake. Oliver managed to run it through with his sword. It gave one last scream before exploding into dust.

"Celestia!" Oliver ran over to me, dropping his sword which turned back into a sonic screwdriver. "Don't you fucking die on me." He picked me up in his arms after releasing me from my bonds. "What the hell were you thinking?!" He sounded pissed but had good reason.

"I-... wasn't." I managed to choke out. "Thanks-... for saving-... me." Then I passed out.