A Pinprick is all it Takes

One

                                                                                         Gwinn's POV

It was my second week at Henry Stein High school when two students approached me. They said their names were David and Elim. They obviously just wanted to know who I was, so I coldly brushed them off. They wouldn't give up though, they just kept pestering me about stuff like "How are you?" and "What's your name?" Ugh, human contact is horrible. I do need to be near people though, to keep myself saner. I just kept ignoring them until they actually left me me alone. After school was over, I walked through the woods, just so if someone was following me I could hear them. After I finally got home after about a 45 minute detour because I'm just a very paranoid person. I unlocked my door, and walked in to someone sitting on my couch. He turned around just enough so I could see his maniacal smile, then disappeared. My vision got blurry and I fell to my knees, vomiting up my earlier lunch. I stayed on my knees like that until I was completely sure that I didn't feel any other presence except my own. After I waited about 15 minutes, I got the courage to stand up. I couldn't stand on my own just yet, so I leaned against a wall. I went over to my couch and double checked he wasn't there. I could tell it was a man (even though I only saw a profile view of his face) because of his five 'o clock shadow and by the way he was built (I have a pretty short back on my couch and he seemed tall). Using the wall, I went to my kitchen and got some water from the tap. I leaned on the counter, thinking about what happened earlier. I thought I had seen him before. School? No, he looked too old for that. Cafe? No, I've never seen him there either. His face just looked so familiar but I couldn't place it. I had a head ache after looking at his face only once. I would have to clean up my vomit, but not right now. I had to research about my kind and how to kill us. I know that sounds pretty morbid, but I was the last of my kind and I'm pretty sure that man's goal is to kill me.

In the older times, they called us "Fallen Angels." Now they just call us demons. Well, when they actually believed in us. Now we were just an old myth to keep children in line. Now reader, you must be puzzled, because I keep using 'we' and I said I was the only one left. Well, I say that because we were a sisterhood and we never left each other's sides, even in death. right now as I am writing this, I can feel their presence with me. When I was researching, I found something interesting. It was a website dedicated to fundraising the researching of the "Fallen Angels." And it was run by the very people I met today at school. I think they were onto me. I looked around their website, finding that most of it was made out of facts. Some was just pure lies though, like saying we had grey skin. I mean I am pretty pale but my skin isn't grey! Another "fact" is that we have the power to turn things to gold. I mean, we got taught to do that but it's not a normal skill! It's not like I can do it right away! I need resources like the leg of a lamb and a pound of concrete (I think the elders just wanted people not to use it so often so the made the recipe hard). One of the true facts though, was that there was no males. We don't know why there is no males. When we asked the elders, they just said the creators made us that way. Looking around some more, I find the pictures of their biggest supporters and the creators of the website. The owners are most definitely the kids I saw at school. Their biggest supporter though, was a familiar face. It was that man. Apparently his name was Inigo Damon, but there was no more info about him on the site. I searched his name up and again found nothing. I groaned, why is being me so hard? I walked over to my front hallway to clean my vomit up. With a wave of my hand, it's cleaned up. I fall to my knees, thinking how I shouldn't have done that because it leaves me weak for a day. There's a resounding knock on the door. I stand up and open it to find a crying woman with a baby in her arms. She asks if I can take her case. I ask her what it's about and she says her husband has been abusing her, and he kicked her out after saying "I've had enough of you." I obviously took her case, and we talked over the details. The court appearance is on May 30th which gives us about a month to collect evidence. She's staying with me, because she has no where else to go. I realize it's 12:00AM and I should probably get some sleep. I got into my pj's and went to sleep, but that's when the weird stuff started to happen.