Demonic Origins

Chapter 1

Most normal girls my age would have normal worries. They would worry about how their hair looks or if "Jimmy" will notice them. But my worries consist of if my mom will come live to see another day or will I have anything to eat today? Because girls like me, they don't live a "normal" life. It's just my mom and me. On the road. Her hunting demons while I pretend to stay in the crappy hotel. But I go out, I hunt, and I'm pretty damn good at it. It's like a job, or more like a crap internship. Crappy for me, good for other people. I save people, it's what I've been doing since day one. Today was like any other day for me, sneaking out while my mom was out hunting.

Except today was a different hunting job.

Today what was on the menu was demons. Probably one or two. Nothing I couldn't handle. Or so I thought. It was last reported around the area. So I head out. I waited at a crusty old bus stop. I sat down in the bench, with worn away paint and half covered in bird crap. A breeze swept by, blowing my short, wavy brown hair back in the process. The frigid weather was enough to give me chills, so I wrapped my green jacket further around me to help contain some body heat. It helped, but not very much. A man then approached the bus stop, maybe in his late 40's or early 50's. He sat down uncomfortably close to me and I shifted away from him. He slide down to where he was now pressed against my body, which honestly scared me. I know, a hunter afraid of some pedophile. Pathetic. What can I say, I'm only 14. He then turned to speak to me, his gray hairs sticking out of the nostrils of his pear shaped nose more prominent then ever.

"What's a little girl like you doing out here all by herself?" He asked, his yellow snaggletooth sticking out as he spoke. I didn't respond, not looking at his ugly mug.
"I mean it's such a big world, why would mommy let you go out all alone."

I now turn to face him, a smug smile gracing his hideous face.

"Haven't you heard the expression, stranger danger." "I would back off if I were you." I remain my confidence, giving him a face that clearly irritated him. He then put a hand on my thigh, making me even more uneasy and causing me to put a hand to the gun I had hidden but not enough to make it obvious.

"I wouldn't talk to me like that if I were you, Lucy." My eyes widen as his eyes flash black and I now pull out my gun.

"Stupid girl." He flings my gun out of my hand so it is now out of reach. I look behind me, knowing I wouldn't be able to grab it. I look back in terror and put up my hands.

"H-how do you know my name?" I question, barely even able to make the words escape my mouth. He shakes his head and laughs hysterically.

"You really don't know?" He looks at me as if I'm stupid. I shake my head slowly. He sighs then continues.

"I know your father."

"Knew.. My father is dead," I tell him bravely but on the inside I'm afraid. He chuckles.

"Your father is a demon!" He exclaims.

"W-what!?"

"And look I'm not here to fight, I'm just here to ask you to join us, the winning team."

"I hunt things like you, why would I join?" I ask, now backing up slowly without it noticing.

"Because you are one of us, Lucy!" "Your a demon." As I'm knelt down to pick up my gun, I stop, fear sweeping over my body.

"A what??!" I ask in utter fear, still staying to pick up my gun.

"A demon!" They yelled. "Well half anyways." I looked at him, still confused. "You know your mommy and demon, you know, got it on..." He trails off.

I now stand up and point the gun at him.

"I will never join you." Without hesitation, I pull the trigger.