A Dark Seduction (2)

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry it's been a long time since I've posted anything, really busy this week! This story might not be good. But please tell me what you think,(HONESTLY) but keep in mind that I'm a novice, and am not very good at writing considering my age. But please go easy on me!!!!

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Chapter 2

I guess I should explain. I’m sure you know by now that I’m no average sixteen year old(soon going to be seventeen). But the thing is, is that I look ordinary on the outside, so no one would expect a thing. I don’t wear a lot of black, except when I hunt demons. I don’t have any outrageous piercings on my body only my ears. So as you can see, I’m pretty normal, well, on the outside anyway.

Except for the fact that I hunt demons. They won’t leave me alone, even though I try to avoid the whole thing as much as possible. The thing is…. Is that no one can see them. Well, no normal person could anyway. All of the magic creatures in them, including witches and warlocks alike are called Medeas. So I guess you could say I’m one of ‘them’. The thing is with ‘magic’ is that, there were rules. Lots of them. But the most important rule would be, not to expose ‘us’ in any way.

So although I try to leave the whole magic business alone, I can’t walk down the street without paying any attention to a demon that might just be standing in the alley way. I can’t not ignore them. They simply demand attention. Probably because the fact is, is that they’re hideous ugly looking creatures and of course are evil. So I know that sooner or later an innocent will be harmed. Though of course Medeas nearby ask me for help. Don’t ask me why, I’d much rather there be a magic industry which they could call. But as someone once told me, It is my duty.

I haven’t had any lasting relationships because I was either too secretive and had to keep lying about my other life, or because I had to end it in fear of my enemies hurting him. So my life is pretty downhill from here.

So for my first kiss, it was quite staggering. I mean, maybe it was because of my lack of experience or maybe because that creature was actually a good kisser. But I felt the warmth all the way to my toes. The kiss was short, but it felt everlasting and too soon, the creature pulled away. I still couldn’t see it with its face covered in darkness, which made me realize, I may first kiss was taken away by a complete stranger who might not even be human.

After a few seconds it flew away soaring across the night sky, its wings blending into the darkness. Then it was gone. I sighed and hopped into my bedroom. I would probably never see it again I didn’t even know its name or what it was.

But as it flew away I felt as though it took my heart with it. Blind love? I don’t know but…..

I looked at the mirror, my clothing was battered and wet, and my blond hair was tousled. I sighed and changed my clothing, brushed my hair and got ready for bed.

"That was a very entertaining sight,"

"Not now Deyston, I’m really tired,"

Deyston was my demon, a good one of course, I can’t really remember where he came from, but I knew him since I was a child. He came to me at night when I was about 5 years old and I guess ever since then he’s been living in my closet. He’s the one who tells me where demons are nearby and how to fight, so I guess I owe him a lot of credit.

"What’s the matter Liz? I thought that you wanted your first kiss before you turned 20."

"I said not now Deyston!" I shouted, I didn’t really mean to but I was in no mood. Deyston came and sat on my bed. He had possessed the body of a young boy no more than 5, so you could say he was my little minion.
I had once asked him why I had to hunt the demons, and why no one else did but all he said was, "Because, they’re not like you, you’re special…." And after that I didn’t really argue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you should know better Liz, it isn’t good to flirt with the unknown"

I nodded and went to bed. But even as I closed my eyes, my thoughts was clouded of the creature and the stealing of my first kiss. What would happen next?
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I felt it, the sense of excitement. It woke me up just as……

"Happy Birthday LIZZIE!" they yelled, I woke up with a start and saw my family and friends crowding around my bed. I gave a weak smile, I was still a bit groggy from last night. I sat up. Balloons of all colors were decorating the ceiling and confetti covered the floor. It was a hundred times worse than I imagined. I hated parties, the worst.

Then I felt something. It was an emotion, of depression, as if I was going to loose something very precious. The time came to open my presents my dad and relatives mostly gave me clothing, but when I opened the present my mom gave me I almost fell into the box. Nestled in soft pink paper was a necklace, a diamond one.

I looked at her. Something wasn’t right. Her eyes looked sad and worried, but I pushed the thought aside before it could get to me. She helped me put it on, but as soon as I felt cold tingling my skin. But I ignored it.
So I the day went by in a daze, I was still too tired. But then, something went wrong. I started having all of these emotions building inside of me. It started weighing me down. I felt happy, sad excited and I’m pretty sure It’s not my hormones.

My, enemy, Julie (you’re probably thinking, if she’s your enemy, then why did you invite her? For the record, my mum made the guest list not me, she must probably thought we could get back together on this special occasion.) started complaining about the food, and how she didn’t like my clothing. I tell you I’m quite an emotional girl, and I guess you could say I have got and anger issue. The rage kept building inside of me, ‘Come on, do it….you have the power…..’ who was that? It was like a voice inside my head.

‘Do it, she doesn’t deserve to be in your presence, she doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you, she is just a waste of space……" the voice was persuading me, persuading me…….. my chest was rising and falling with the angry breaths I was taking rising and falling, rising and falling until….

."JULIE! YOU SPOILED BRAT IF YOU DON"T LIKE THE FOOD OR MY CLOTHING, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE! YOU WERN"T INVITED ANYWAY!" the glass windows shattered, causing screams and shouts all around. I felt as though I had released something, some power I had inside of me. The wind came lashing through the windows. Seriously lashing……. It whipped my hair around my face. Papers flew all around me, and practically anything that weighed less than 2kg was lifted of the surface. Julie’s face was covered in fear now, as she lay frightened on the floor. I smiled. I had put up with enough of this. I shouldn’t have to take any more of it. I could end it right now………

"Lizzie," a small voice said. Suddenly, I lost focus. The wind died down and my hair once again came flat. "Lizzie, stop, you don’t want to do this…." It was my mother.

She was standing beside me now, and unlike the others, her face was calm and remote. I nodded. My chest rising and falling with the last of my anger.
Julie, who was practically scared out of her wits, gathered herself up and with what dignity she had left said, "Fine then, this party was lame anyway," but her voice shook, so the sarcasm was lost. With a final flip of the hair she was gone.

"Okay everyone, I think it’s best if we go home now," my mother said. When everyone left, I found that I was shaking, shaking really badly. I collapsed on the couch. I didn’t know what happen, but, but what I felt, what I felt was…..was evil…….. I continued shaking and I could hear this whiny sound, then I realized that sound was coming from me. I was crying. How… how did this happen? What’s happening to me?