The Demon Girl

The Demon Girl

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Hi, I'm Elizabeth Darke. My parents adopted me when I was just a baby. I've never met my real parents, but if there's one thing I know it's that I'm different from others. When I was just five years old I had a tail just like a demon on TV would have. When I was ten my hair grew, as if it was natural, dark blue streaks in it. The rest of it stayed the natural black hair. As I got older I learned that I could make my tail disappear whenever I wanted it to. When I was in public I would always hide it. I didn't want people reading too much into it... Hope you enjoy!!
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.

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