HippyKitty13
My eyes grew wide as his pupils tightened, "You don't think -?"
"That my demon blood got into your blood stream and dominated all of your mortal blood, making you, by blood, a demon?"
Only minutes after I, Abigail Spark, became witness to a paranormal crime scene, my existence has been terrifying. The beast might as well've stolen everything I thought I knew, scrunched it up and thrown it in the pits of Tartarus, because I was bound to end up there eventually. One doesn't expect to go to church and get killed, but there you go. I am living proof that things like this can happen.
I had always found a passion for spiritual beings, and had longed to see one, more than I had longed to see my own parents. I didn't ask to be one. But Drake took the liberty of making that a horrid reality for me.