Demons and Angles

The New Beginning And The Not So Tragic End

I believe all of hell has heard of the story about the half-blood locked in a house, but no one believed it. If only they did I wouldn't be here for 11 years. Yes, 11 years ago an angel hunter broke into my house and murdered my parents taking me to his place, locking me up, and using me as an angel tracker since that is the only thing I can do. You'd think that as a half-blood I would have special abilities nobody else can use, be deadly, awesome, cool, but nope. I have to be an angel tracker, of all things and possibilities I had to be able to track angels and definitely not be able to create flames, read minds, be invisible like most cool beings can because why should I be cool when everyone else in hell and heaven already is? Starring into the mirror I tried to cover up my left eye, the one that was yellow, leaving the red one visible. I always thought that made me look better and more demon-like. Although whatever I thought and however I looked I will always be a monster in my new "family's" eyes. Sighing I ran a hand through my dark blue hair. Although,  I am glad to be locked in a library so I have something to do in my free time. I was lucky my real parents already taught me how to read. Even though there are some things I wish I could have unread, there are quite a few books that I enjoyed reading. As I reached for a book the library doors slammed open and a yelling man stormed in making me drop the book on the floor. "Oh no... Today is his day off... The hell does he want?"  I shuffled to pick the book up as his hand grabbed my hair and started pulling it. "Such a klutz. Stupid. Disguisting. Monster." His voice was deep and menacing. I bit the inside of my cheek stopping myself from talking back. "What brings you here?" I whispered, avoiding eye contact and ignoring the pain. "Just wanted to remind you of how you should feel, because if anything makes you happy, feel free to tell me. So I can crush it." I saw a slight smirk as his voice was showered in confidence and pride. He threw a piece of bread at me and left the room with a loud bang and the sound of locking doors. Taking a deep breath I looked at my shaking hands, the book falling to the floor again and my eyes as wide as possible. What did I do to deserve this? Why me? Who was the one that made me a half-blood? The thoughts kept rushing through my head as I sat down on the nearest chair. My head bolted towards the wall where a giant crash was heard. There was a girl. A giant hole and a katana(japanese sword) in her  hand. Her hand reached for mine and started pulling me out. I tried saying something but no words came out of my mouth. There was a lot of yelling, tugging and screaming before it has all gone blurry and the girl was dragging me out. I saw her beautiful purple hair, serious blue eyes and focused expression before a true smile has spread across my face for the first time in 11 years.