A Demons' Pet [Discontinued Version]

Chapter One - 'Something.. Special'

I could hear in the distance shouting, sirens, the small voices of small children crying as they're parents yelled at each other. Threatening to call the police or file a divorce, funny human threats. Although some fathers or husbands that were nearest me would slap the mother or wife and the fight would be over.

Yes, I am causing this. I am a demon. And demons like me love to cause this kind of mischief.

I heard a creaky door open and slam shut quickly, I heard human footsteps pound on the wet concrete not too far from where I stood. I was raining..

I heard the human crying, it was a young girl. She ran down the street to a small abandoned I'd set fire to a couple years ago, she yanked hardly on the door.

I walked towards this young girl as she yanked a second time, this human looked no older than fifteen. From the looks of it, she had naturally black hair and extremely pale skin. She was rather tall, skinny.. Almost lanky. But her brain and other organs said differently about her age than her appearance, her lungs said that she was about seventeen from around two years worth of smoking nicotine. Her heart was healthy like a normal fifteen year old girls heart would be, her liver was alright but said that she was around sixteen from drinking for over a year. Other things such as her bloodstream were quite healthy, just some traces of nicotine and alcohol. Lastly, her brain. I could tell she was quite smart, or rather fairly intelligent. Her brain held no disease or tumours and said that she will be turning sixteen in five months, September actually.

By the time I was approximately sixty meters away the human girl managed to pry the door open, she ran without bothering to close it after her.

I walked inside and closed the door quietly, I saw the young girl's shadow run upstairs as I turned to take in my surroundings.

There wasn't any furniture on the first floor, everything was charred and blackened from the electrical fire I had created from only the snap of my fingers.

I slowly walked upstairs and heard the girl saying something other than English fluently, I flew to a corner and melted into the shadows that were cast from the many candles nearby.

I watched this human girl carefully, she was crying heavily as she stood before an alter. "Mother, please help me.." The girl begged, her voice was a tenner yet it was breaking pitifully.

"I-I.. My parents were.." The girl sniffled and wiped her nose with her long sleeve. "They were fighting again... And.. Now my father.. He hit my mother. I tried to help her I swear! But my dad.. He.... He hit me before he took mother upstairs. This isn't like him.. He used to be kind and supportive.. But since last week. I-it's like some sort of evil has taken him." The girl finished, I'm guessing I'm the one causing her and her family grief and pain huh?

The alter was of Wiccan or Pagan origin, it held a pentagram in the middle of the table and many different colored candles surrounded it. The alter was fairly beautiful, the familiar scent of lavender and sage mixed in the air creating a pleasant aroma.

The girl went to her knees and started to mumble something like a rituals incantation, it sounded Latin.

"Oh, great Mother of all things living and dead. I beg thee, I need you." The naive young girl spoke in the assuredly dead language, I too speak Latin. I speak a lot of languages, all fluent.

This curious young girl spoke between short and quiet sobs, sometimes looking up at the ribbon-and-recently-picked-flower covered wall above the alter in front of her.

"Please.. What have I done wrong? What has my mother done to deserve an emotional and physical punishment such as this? Please, goddess.. Help me.. Help my mother.. Help my father the most.. I beg of you." The young girl pleaded in a hushed voice, still in Latin. She's quiet impressive.

I loomed towards her, still in the shadows. The girl licked her index and thumb before putting out the main black candle in the middle of the pentagram, she didn't put out the others as she stood up.

I never got a good look at her face.. As the young girl turned away from me and the alter I walked out of the shadows and went slightly in front of her, the girl didn't react for I had made myself invisible. I have been since she ran out of her safe, warm home and into the cold, dark, dangerous, and raining rather harshly street. I just went to the shadows because that's where I'm most comfortable in this realm.

This young, fifteen year old girl had a pale-white oval face, slightly hollow cheeks that an adorable pinky flush to them, a small button nose above slightly full, naturally red yet small lips. Her black eyebrows were thin and small but too thin not too big. Her longish black hair went down slightly over her shoulders and naturally curled to create a slight glow of her very pale skin. Her blue eyes were frames by thick eyelashes, her irises were a very unique greyish blue-y color. Not exactly describable, they were so wide, bright and innocent. Yet so sad, her scleras were a little red and her eyes puffy, small and shiny tears streaking down her cute cheeks slowly.

I could even see a burning red hand mark where her father had slapped her, I could tell that he had used almost all his strength. He might've been drunk or intoxicated with some sort of drug.. This innocent, pretty girl is really shaken. She has never been slapped or hit by a family member before.. I can tell.

I followed her downstairs and out the door, I swear.. There's something about this child.. Something.. Special. I pity this human girl, but why? I've known and befriended a lot of Wiccan's like this girl, she seems like them but at the same time.. Not.