Superstitions (Rewrite)

Chapter 3: I'm a demon...sort of

The unvoluntary sleep lasted for unknown amount of time. And when Danny woke up, he didn't get up immediately. With his eyes still closed, the teen shifted on his bed. Danny felt something tickling the edge of his nose, it was probably just a hay which came from inside of the mattress. The teen moved his hand and moved away the source of his discomfort. The hay was quite soft. Danny then shivered, it was quite cold. He moved the hand to pull the covers, but found none at first. The teen continued to shift, trying to find that damn piece of clothing. Danny felt something crumbling beneath him, something nasty and sticky.

Finally the teen opened his eyes slightly, and they snapped widely open. He jumped in surprise and yelped. He wasn't on his bed, he lied on the dirty ground. It was a wide forest opening, lush and green, surrounded by numerous trees. The place seemed peaceful, the birds' steady chirping was only interrupted by a small river, which was flowing nearby. And 'something nasty and sticky' was actually a black wet dirt.

How did he...Then Danny remembered what happened: his plan, the cult and the enormous pain. Wait, there was something about the vessel of the Devil himself. He didn't feel much different. Trying to recall the events in details, Danny rubbed the back of his neck in confusion.

Then Danny briefly looked at his palm and saw a white leather glove on it, just like on another hand. The teen shook his head, when he realized that his clothes were different than before. He examined them in details. They felt so soft, it was probably a silk. His white tunic was replaced by tight, thin, long sleeved black robe. One of its halves was atop of another, kinda like when you wrap yourself in a towel. There was a white trim on the edges of the robe. The robes were held close to his body by a white leather belt, his supposedly silk pants were black. His priced boots were replaced by another pair. The boots were made of leather, very smooth leather, dyed in white and had a two centimeter tall sole.

All in all, even if Danny thought that the clothes looked awesome, he was wary about how he had gotten them. Recalling that there was a river nearby, he had a chance to wash himself. Danny approached it slowly, closing his eyes and splashing some water on his face. The teen rubbed it and wiped away the dirt. As the muddy dense water fell back in the river, Danny opened his eyes. He blinked at the image on the water. There was a teen with a close resemblance to him in terms of face features, but the skin was more tanned. His hair were astonishingly white, making the snow look dim in comparison. The eyes were green, not the same color as the grass around him. No, they held the brightest shade, like the deathly color from yesterday.

Weird. Wait a second, that was HIS reflection. Danny screamed in horror and backed off from the river.

"What's going on?!" He whispered and covered his mouth. There was a strange echo in his voice.

Taking a shaky breath, Danny bit his lower lip and yelped in pain.

A small droplet of blood fell from his lip, but to his ever growing horror, it was green and dense, like the liquid from Freakshow's vial. When the teen's tongue touched his canines, he almost cut it. Danny looked at his reflection again and opened his mouth. There were two sharp fangs. Danny gasped and for some reason started to run his hands around his body to check if something had changed. He didn't know what he had expected, since he had already seen his reflection, horns, or maybe a black arrowed tail, but he didn't find either. Well, that was reassuring, and he didn't hear any voices in his head. Still...

Danny was panicking now. How could he come home now, and how was he going to explain that it was still him, when even his skin color had changed? There were so many questions and he didn't have a single answer. Suddenly something happened. His hand disappeared. Literally, one second it was there, and then it was gone. He looked at the palm with wide eyes, but before he could even yell again, it reappeared. Danny took another breath.