Demon

1. Normal People

College sucks! It's ten times harder than high school and I only just got through that. Sighing to myself I tied back my long black hair into a messy bun at the back of my head. Starting on the next chapter of this never ending essay for psychology. Psychology by the way was nothing like I thought it would be! It's  all so science based and boring.

The door downstairs slammed shut as someone entered. The time on my laptop read 2 am. Dad was actually back early for once. I stepped into my bathroom and started rummaging for the first aid kit I haven't used for months and know is full, where as dad's is probably lacking even the basics.

Trying to keep my footsteps silent to not risk waking Mars I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen. Dad was by the fridge reaching in for a beer. On the outside he looked to be ok and unhurt, but I knew differently. He was hurting. After taking a swig of his beer he placed it on the side and started taking his equipment off. It was just like dad to go straight for a drink before even taking his knives off.

“Where are you hurt?” Dad looked up surprised to see me there. As a hunter not many people can sneak up on him, but I wasn't many people as much as I wished I was; I was his daughter.

“I didn't think you'd be awake, Sat.” His nickname for me never fails to make me cringe.

“Well I am so what can I do to help.” I started opening up the first aid kit, pulling out the basics. Dad removed his coat revealing a long cut along his tricep, it wasn't deep enough to cause blood loss, but was bleeding still. I began cleaning the wound as he continued to drink his beer. The silence we kept didn't last long.

“You know if you really want to help me I could really use another pair of hands out there.” I might have added more pressure on his arm than necessary and I might have felt a bit more pleased than I probably should when he made a sound of pain through his teeth. “Saturn! Jesus! You've got a temper like your mother!” I couldn't help but smile! Even though dad doesn't talk about mom a lot whenever he did it was usually to compare me to her.

I don't remember much about my mom, only being five when she died. She was a music lover, a philosopher, her favourite colour was a midnight blue, the shade of my hair in sunlight and her favourite planets were Saturn, Mars and Jupiter. For Mars’ sixteenth birthday we got matching tattoos of the solar system on the inside of our arms as a reminder of her. I can't say whether she would have been horrified at the gift or touched. I can't imagine a mother being happy about their child getting ink but dad loved them and says she would too. Plus Mars knows exactly what to say to make me do anything he wants. I swear he's gifted with persuasion.

Dad released a sigh, “I just think it's a shame! You are so talented and gifted. You would make one hell of a hunter-”

“ I don't have gifts anymore, I've told you this!” I cut him off abruptly.

“ Sure you don't.” his voice was thick with sarcasm.

“Mars has to grow up not knowing his mother, and I'm pretty sure he's gonna lose his father too. I won't allow him to grow up without his sister!” My voice was harsh, cold, but I needed to be with him. He never listens to me. “I'm going to bed, I have college in the morning, like normal people my age.”

“Pffft- normal? Normal is scary! The horrible things normal people can do is just as bad as what the monsters I hunt do! Have you ever watched criminal minds?” I just rolled my eyes at him and started heading back upstairs. “Hey Sat? If you don't have them gifts anymore, how did you know I was hurt?” He sounded smug.

Damn it!

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So new story idea, the description is pretty bad and first chapter is short and slow but hang in there for me.