Creepypasta - The Guardian Mother

7 | Amber

My eyes are still staring at her, even when she has told me not to. But to be honest, my body feels frozen and stiff. It is like I can't move at all. So... this is my voice? This is how she looks like? This is her real voice? Her... everything? She's... a demon? The voice inside me is not human?

"And you still continue to stare at me. Very rude of you to do so, Ruby Easterwood," Her voice is not loud but she definitely has a speaking voice, to begin with.

I blink multiple times and realize that my mouth was gawking. I closed my mouth and opened my mouth just slightly. "Is that... you?"

She hummed a laugh, "In the flesh. However not literal, that is the unfortunate matter," Her posture stood tall, making her high and mighty.

"So...this is how you look like? You look..." I examine the front of the voice, then I walked around Ruby as she watched me without turning her body or head. She stayed absolutely still, her hand on her right hip. Her wings shifted down, showing the smooth skins at the surface of her wings. I marveled in her wings. They were... extraordinary. I've seen pictures of them in books and movies, but nothing like this. They make demons like they are monsters. Nothing but bad. Ugly creatures. But her... she is like an angel in demon's clothing. Like the saying; Wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Like nothing I would have expected." I finally speak. Her eyes finally meet mine.

"You were not expecting me to look like a demon." Her voice wasn't in a question. And then I realize that I sound terrible saying that. I regret what I had said immediately.

"No... no no no," I repeated
quickly, "I didn't mean it that way. I mean that in a good way. I'm not saying you're ugly or a bad person. I'm just saying you are pretty for a demon- I MEAN you are a pretty demon. I'm sorry. I've never been such a mess when speaking to someone." I groan in embarrassment. I covered my face. I can feel my face turning pinky. I feel so embarrassed. I have never acted like this before. What the heck is wrong meeeee?!

I hear a soft snort, coming from her. I take a peek with one eye. I see her cheeks are round and puffy, her hand trying to cover her mouth. Then it seems as if she couldn't contain herself and just let it all out. She started laughing loud like there wasn't anyone else besides from me and her standing in the middle of... well whatever this place is. I take my hands away from my face, looking up at her in confusion. She finally looks at me, as I still have my confused look on my face. She calms down as she gestures to me.

"You do not have to be so flustered. I am merely teasing you," She extends her arm to me, her palm to the side. I look at her hand, then to her. Her smile is more of a smirk. The hand that was jabbed on her hip has now flopped to her sides.

"My name is Amber. It is a pleasure to meet you in person," She adds, "More or less in person." I look down at her palms and took a moment to think. In all honesty, I thought she would just look like a normal person. But instead, surprised me in the most unusual way. And I'm not saying she can't be trusted. I'm not sure anymore, at this point. I've gone deep in this, and I don't think I can leave it now.

I finally shook her hand with my hand, with a grin place on my face, "Likewise. I would say my name but," We both let go of each other's hands, "You already know my name."

"My apologies if I startled you when you first came in contact with me. I did not mean to. That fall from the roof was my action and intention. I hope you understand, Ruby Easterwood"