Screams. A clatter in the kitchen.
I sprung from my chair and dashed to the kitchen, where my mother was preparing dinner. Well, before she screamed anyway.
My father was backing away fom the kitchen door, eyes widened in horror. As I rushed up beside him, my eyes, too, grew wide. Right infront of us was a creature unlike anything I've seen before - red gleaming eyes, a hole where its heart should be, long white flowing hair which falls to its waist, strips of flesh where its legs should be, floating in mid-air! Also a face like it had never smiled.. Then I noticed Mum. She was clutching on the kitchen counter, she had dropped her knife on the floor - thank God she wasn't hurt - breathing hard, eyes like they were scarily gonna pop out of her ashen face anytime soon. As the monster took notice of me, it pointed a pale blue skinny finger at me, its red eyes shining a deadly scarlet.
"
Yoouuuuu.." It breathed ghostly, voice a fusion of deep low and pitch high, instantly giving a slight headache once heard. Yeah I was freaked out alright. But as freaked as I was, I decided to put up a brave front, ignoring the fact that my legs were cowardly shaking and my body screaming at me to burst out of the house screaming my head off in fear and cowardice. My mother was already in enough shock.
Rubbing at my temples, I glared - ignoring the fact that my legs were shaking - at the monster. "What do you want?" I asked sharply, not giving my voice a chance to shake.
"
Peace, my child." Stretching out both arms just as slowly as the way it spoke, "
I mean no harm."
"And how can we guarantee that?" Suspicion crept into my voice.
"
I would have attacked this lady here if I was set to kill," gesturing to my trembling mother.
I hesitated. Should I trust its words? It's a monster for Heaven's sake! Drawing a deep breath - grimacing as I noticed the foul smell it emitted - I said, "Who are you, and what do you want from us?"
"
I am Arther. I was summoned here by my Master, ordered to take you to our realm."
"Why me? I'm just an ordinary teenager leading a normal life." I said bluntly. "What? It's not like I have
supernatural powers to turn rabbits into rats," as he raised a naked eyebrow.
It chuckled, in a way that made the hair on my neck stand. But before it could respond, my father broke in frantically. "For Heaven's sake just call the police! I cannot imagine talking to this.." He gestures to the monster awkwardly. "..
demon when it can just spring at us
any bloody moment now!" And with that he practically sprang to the phone.
"
And you think they'll actually believe you?" it said calmly, as my father comes to a dead stop just inches from the phone.
It was true, I wouldn't believe it either if someone calls in, babbling some crap like a demon's in the house, who's gonna kill them anytime soon, so and so. People'll think,
Is this guy crazy or what?"
Shall we get straight to the point then?" It smiles, rather sadly.
"What point?" My father asked, his eyes saying something like;
Shit, is that thing gonna kill us?It chuckles again, "
Oh dear, have you not been listening? I'm here to take this young lady to my realm, where real demons roam." It shook its head pitifully when my father stared at him, bewildered. "
I am here to take your daughter away to my realm." It repeats, only then, did my father unfreeze and step infront of me. "Over my dead body!" He spits. Even Mum had recovered from her shock and cautiously walking past the
demon, she comes to a stop beside me. "
Very well.." It waves a hand wearily at us, and I found my parents collasping on the floor. "What did you-" I started angrily, but he cut me off. "
Peace, my dear Lynee. They are just asleep." I transfer my gaze to my parents, it's true, I can still see they're chest lifting and falling.
Relieved, I fixed my attention on the demon. "Now you have to face
me!" I grin wickedly. Chuckling, it began to ripple. My grin broke and I instantly regretted my words. I stumbled back as it formed into pale blue liquid, engulfing me into darkness.
Among all the confusion, I suddenly took notice of something.
How the hell did it know my name?
