Serial Killer's Daughter

So Confused by You

A/N: Hope you guys like this chapter. I do. and just FYI i completely believe in God and everything but this story is different and yea... haha anyways enjoy. Picture is of Uriel Engle (Benjamin Stone)

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I never did believe in God, never once uttered his name. Not once in my life had I prayed to him or asked him for guidance, for light, for love, not once. I stuck to reality sticking to black and white as I was taught to. I didn’t even believe in the devil, how could I if I didn’t believe in God? And yet it was funny how at the simplest point in my life the name of God was coming from my lips and the thought of the devil was rooted in my mind, sticking to my thoughts like parasites.

I sat atop my motorcycle deciding whether to cut my engine or not, but with a sigh I did and took off my helmet, the sun pelting my body, the black leather I wore making the early morning seem even hotter. I stared at the school I would be attending and saw some people turn my way, but I ignored them to focus on my thoughts.

Dear God help me…

I thought, finding it amusing how only now I was finding solace in god and asking for his guidance and comfort, only now in the most usual of instances. Sure I could kill someone and not think twice, most times at least, and yet here I was going to a new school and I was lost.

I never did truly understand myself. I was confident I guess. I didn’t mind if people stared and most times I forgot anyone even existed besides my brother and father, besides them two there wasn’t any need to notice anyone else. But my life was different now. I didn’t have my father anymore, I wasn’t alone anymore, I had a family, an extended family for once in my life. I had a mother figure and cousins, which I thought I would never have in a billion years. And now I was seeing everyone, not just blurs, but faces.

I unsaddled my motorcycle and stood up straight still staring at the school. It was ordinary looking, seeming worn and old from all the years of seasons and use. However what I wasn’t used to was the lack of students. I was used to large crowds of teenagers, isolating themselves from others, creating their own pact, their own group, their own social standing in the structure of high school ranking.

Now I surely felt like the odd one out. Once I could walk through a large crowd and go unnoticed but now I was the center of attention, the new bright shiny toy that everyone wanted to look at and touch.  I clenched my jaw and held my head high. I was Shaitan Deviln Kill and I would not be intimidated by hormonal teenagers who couldn’t tell the difference between hp (horsepower) and bhp (brake horsepower).

Feeling my leather jacket and jeans cling to me like a second skin, I walked towards the sidewalk in front of the school’s entrance and decided to wait for my cousins. Thankfully for my luck, which I thought had been depleting over time, Cheri and Kara were waiting for me with smiles on their faces.

“Where’s Lucifer?” I asked as I approached them, glancing around, but the sun was in my vision and it was helpless.

“He already went inside with Noah. They’re going to wait for us in the office so you can get your schedule and all that.” Cheri explained to me, I nodded my head absentmindedly.

I followed their lead into the small school, ignoring the curious glances. Once inside we made our way into an office which held Noah and Lucifer already sitting on cushioned chairs. When they saw us they stood up and we approached the receptionist together.

“Excuse me but my cousins are new here and my mother told us to come here this morning to get their schedules,” Cheri told the lady nicely.

The lady looked up and smiled kindly at Cheri, glancing at Lucifer and I. She had brown graying hair and seemed to be in her late fifties maybe early sixties. Her brown eyes were kind and she had laugh lines on her face, showing that she wasn’t a stick in the mud. Disgust swirled within me; this was the type of people we killed. But that thought made me think about Damien and what he said, there was a higher power and maybe just maybe my father didn’t like killing as much as he seemed to.