Hybrid

~The Mark~

Holly's Point Of View.

It's so hot..The fire...I'm..burning. It..It hurts.. It hurts so badly! I could hear the sound of someone screaming. Is..is that me? It sounds..horrible..

"Holly!" Marcella..? Why are you here? Don't come too close or the fire will consume you too. "Holly! Holly wake up!" Wake up?.. What...? My eyes snapped open and my screams started to subside. That dream..It was that dream again. I was surrounded by fire. But this time I felt it. It really burned. I thought I was dying. I had sat up and was looking at everyone in my room. Grandma was here? When did she get here? They were all trying to talk to me asking me what happened, but I was in too much shock to really listen to what they were saying. Just as I was about to say something to them my arm started to feel like it was burning again.

"Ahh! What the f-!" I pulled up my sleeve quickly and a dark mark was starting to get etched into my wrist. What the fuck is this?! I tried to wipe it away but it wouldn't come off. Just then Marcella grabbed my hand and arm holding it tightly where she could see it. There was concern on her face and I looked up at everyone else to see the same expression. No one said a word. They just kept staring at me. Or rather at my arm. What did this mean? Did it have something to do with that dream I keep having? The pain was starting to subside now so I glanced down at my wrist again. It looked like the mark was completed now. And now I couldn't stop staring at my arm. Why was this happening to me? Just a few weeks ago I was normal doing normal things and now I'm getting attacked by creatures, hurting people, and getting tattoo's from the air. What is this mess? Everyone else started to leave my room, again without saying a word. Everyone but Marcella that is. I'm guessing this mark thing was bad news and Marcella was going to be the one to tell me about it. When I looked up at her the concern was still on her face but as she sighed she smiled lightly, probably to try and not worry me too much but THAT was way past too late. I'm already freaking out.

"So..Does it hurt anymore?" She asked the obvious question first. I guess this means she's trying to find a way to tell me whatever it is she needs to tell me. I just shook my head no. It did still hurt a little but more like a dull sting than the burning pain I had felt earlier.

"Holly..these marks.." She was struggling with how to phrase her sentence. "Some Demons give this mark to others.." What in the heck was she talking about? And wait a second.. What the heck is she wearing? She was wearing some tight black and gold trimmed dress thing that accentuated every sexy part of her body. Who the heck made that thing? But more importantly why was she wearing it? She looked like a hoe.

"Marcy...you look like a hoe. What the heck are you wearing?" I saw her face turn to confusion then she looked down at herself and laughed. I'm glad she's having fun. While I'm sitting here all confused and hurting with my hoe sister trying to explain everything to me. I can't take her seriously dressed like that.

"Oh my god Holly. You must be fine. But as I was saying. That mark is passed down to family members. Demons from the same family will wear their family's mark. Which is bestowed on them from their parent. So that means.."

"This mark is from my dad?" I looked up at her when I asked that. I'm kind of happy and nervous about that. Having something from my dad means that I am that much closer to knowing who he is and what he's like. But at the same time it makes me nervous because I don't know who he is and he's trying to..claim me? I don't know if that's the right word for it but it's like he is saying I'm a part of his family when to me I'm not yet. My family is here. I don't know anything about him or his family and I might not want anything to do with him when I meet him.