Heart of the Demon Chapter One

As I walked down the street, I KNEW something was up. All the houses eminated an eery feeling, and even the sky had an edge to it. The leaves russled in the wind, singing their creepy harmony, the autumn leaves that were left over from last fall whooshing around. Even for winter, the icy wind was cold enough to nip at me, even though I was heavily clothed. I pulled my red scarf tighter around my neck, observing the forest.

It seemed so creepy, yet, inviting. Like the darkness... somewhat. I took a step into the forest, and pushed aside the thorny vines, which didn't hurt me too much, considering the fabric of my black gloves were fairly thick. The vine caught a bit of my cloth overcoat, and ripped off a bit of the fabric, a blood red against the treeline. I grunted. Now mom's gonna be ticked. She just bought this jacket yesterday, after hours of searching for something that not only would fit, but I would actually like.

I moved along, dodging fallen trees and thorn bushes, before finding a bird carcass... eck. I crouched down, to see it hadn't been killed by an animal. No animal could do this. This bird had been stabbed, and by the looks of it, by a very long, and extremely sharp knife.

I looked around, and found there were more animal carcasses, and freshly killed at that. The thing was, they were all murdered in the most painful, and slowwest way possible.

I could just barely see a fox off to the corner, half hidden under a bush. I yanked on the tail a couple of times before I could really see it, and I kinda wished I hadn't; it's limps had been sawwed off and burned at the shoulders, leaving the animal no excape, along with it's tail nailed to the ground, explaining why it was so hard to get out.

I realized who ever had done this, made it so the animal would starve to death, and it clearly had clumps of flesh missing, as if something had begun to eat the meager animal. I couldn't help but stroke it's head, feeling the crisp, dried up blood; I loved foxes. They are beautiful. I flipped it over, and made another discovery; this fox was a mother.

Suprising enough, there was a fox kit, all skin and bone, deep under the thorn bush. So you're the one who was eating her. I pulled off my scarf, then reached under the bush, feeling for the kit. It yelped at my hand, then attempted to bite me, but like I said before, thick gloves. So yes, little chomper, that works so well in your favor. I finally caught it by the scruff, causing it to go limp, before half dragging it out from under the bush.

It was about as big as my head, which for a fox kit, is considerably small. It was such a scrawny little thing. It's lips were covered in dried blood, and then a cut going over it's left eye.

I wrapped it up in my scarf, then unzipped my jacket so I could cover it up with my jacket. I turned, and ended up finding the person who was responsible. He just smiled.

"Isn't it beautiful? All the crimson, the pain they suffered? Don't you just love it?" his insane laughter echoed through the trees. I reconized this person. He scared me.

His stained red smile ran from just below his cheekbones, his eyes burnt black around the edges; never blinking. His frizzy black hair falling just below his butt; a mess of tangles that stuck up at odd interverals.

He wore a white hoody, which was now stained red from the innocent animals. His black dress pants that had smeared dirt and blood on the knees almost covering his black, mud dried, blood stained convers.

"It's not beautiful. It's disgusting." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Oh, but you must agree. Red is beautiful."

"Not if it means somethings died!" I felt the long awaited, pent up anger boiling it's way to the surface. No. Not now. It doesn't matter if he's a killer, chill out. I took slow, calming, deep breaths, unclenching and clenching not only my jaw, but also my fist.

"Okay then, think of it this way; I went ahead and put them out of their misery." I snapped at that. I turned to a nearby tree just beside the thorn bush, and kicked it. I heard the three foot trunk snap underfoot, before crashing down onto another with loud snap and crash.

Yay for demon powers! Note the sarcasm there. I didn't like them, let alone what I was destined to become.

"See? I told you." I turned toward him slowly, a deadly glare lighting my face as I could FEEL my dark brown eyes turn a brilliant red.

I knew undoutfully that Harumi and Sorin would rush here, expecially after all that noise. We had this sort of link connecting us all together. It's a demon thing.

The man that stood before me, well, not exactly a man, more like seventeen year old, was an extremely dangerous demon, and by far one of the coldest. He was insane, with not one ounce of humanity left in him, remaining unfazed under my heavy gaze. I wasn't a fully fledged demon, so I didn't have a tail or anything, but I could faze him, which would give me time to escape, and for Harumi and Sorin to find me, but at the same time, I didn't know what he was capable of, but I did know this; he was stronger. He'd lost all sanity, humanity even. He wasn't vulnerable like a human.

His crimson eyes never left mine, and I didn't want to look away. I knew that the second my eyes left his, I probably wouldn't live to see tomorrow. Fear coursed through my veins as I watched him throw it into a tree root by his foot, where it remained, pinned.

I watched as he strolled over to me, bracing myself. All I have to do is faze him. Then run.

"Your eyes are such a brilliant shade. I don't see why you'd deny yourself such great power." he brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his cold, bloodied fingers leaving a red smear on my cheek