He came at us with a knife, swinging in all directions. His white collar was stained with grease and dirt. His black slacks torn in places. Lilium was defending me, a tear in her long pink skirts was tinged with blood.
He lunged at her and stabbed her. She screamed in agony. I fell down beside her taking her hand. My eyes were huge, and filled with horror. The man screamed at us,
“Give me all the money and jewelry you have!” his eyes were wiled.
I followed his orders throwing my purse in front of my feet. I ripped of my necklace, and threw it down beside the purse.
“That’s all I have! There is a bunch of money in the purse, and the necklace is pure silver and diamond! Please leave us!” I said frantically.
“What about her!?” he asked pointing the small dagger at my older sister.
“She didn’t bring any! I’m sorry!” I said telling the truth.
Enraged he plunged the knife into my sisters stomach and ran away. He disappeared around the corner.
I looked down at my sister who was clenching my hand tightly.
“Here,” she said taking a hidden ring out of her pocket. “Its yours now.” she said smiling. She coughed and blood came out of her mouth. Her head fell back against the ground.
My mouth opened in shock and I looked down at the ring in my hand. There was a simple rose design stamped onto the metal. It was a simple and elegant decoration. I though about how ironic it was that our last name was Roseis. It means rosy in Latin. Latin was a tradition of our family. Since we were low nature demons from ancient times.
I was the last of the Fleur demons. Still highly powerful in the human world, but we have no supernatural strengths. We are not allowed to harm any living thing in the human world, since we have been among them for centuries.
I breathed in sharply looking around me. Lilium’s body was turning into dust quickly. I grabbed the knife out of her stomach, and put it between my breasts. Keeping it there for safe keeping.
As I walked away from her body that was now a pile of dust, a man approached from the street. I walked about a block before sprinting. I new he was stalking me. When I looked behind me two other men had joined him. I tripped and stumbled in the dark streets.
I tried getting up, but my ankle throbbed in pain. My face contorted in pain as a hand caught my hair, yanking me backwards. I whimpered in pain as a face came down to mine.
“Why hello my dear!” the slender face of the man moved around in front of me. He crouched down and used a finger to tilt my chin up.
“You are quite the beauty! I might just have to keep you for myself!”
“What do you want? I don’t have any more money or valuable jewels! Please just let me go!” I said whimpering.
“Afraid I cant do that! Were not after anything more but your body! That’s all we need from you okay?” he asked carefully observing my face.
“No!” I screamed.
A hand came down sharply on my cheek.
“Hush you!” the man hissed.
I screamed again and the tattoo on my stomach began to glow. The men backed away as vines came out of the ground. The thorns piercing there body’s. I got up and stumbled deep into the nearby forest, dragging my ankle along with me. Tears were streaming out of my eyes, and my ankle hurt like fire.I stopped realizing that I was lost. I looked around scared. I heard a twig snap, and I turned around with the knife in my hand. A man dressed in black was standing there. He had glasses and well kept black hair. His hand darted out like a bullet, and grabbed my wrists twisting them at a painful angle.
My body contorted in pain, and hit the ground, my hand dropping the knife.
“Oh my, I was only trying to help.” a silky voice whispered.
“I don’t need your help!” I said trying to wrench myself out of his grip.
“I wont take no for an answer.” he said bringing his indifferent eyes down to my frightened ones. He picked me up while I was struggling, kicking him in the face.
“Get away from me! I was fine by my self!” I said still struggling wildly.
