The Devils Daughter

Chapter 1

Ok, lets see... Once upon a time, long ago. The world was covered head to toe with all kinds of creatures like werewolves, vampires, zombies, etc. There were also humans, who were allowed to socialize with the legendary creatures, just as long as they were only "friends", which is a bunch of bull but oh well. So for hundreds of years the creatures and humans lived in harmony, under a different ruler each decade. Until one day when the devil Lucifer and a human named Jezzie's romance was discovered. But by then it was too late, the human was pregnant with Lucifer's half devil child, that's me! The royal court vowed that if they did not find a way to resolve their mistake soon, there would be prices to pay. The queen Wysteria, being incredibly good hearted, was mortified and wished there was something she could do, but no matter what she said, the royal court wouldn't let her emotions cloud her judgment. Finally the queen had an idea that actually pleased the royal court. The queen asked for the devoted parents to return to the throne room. When they arrived, the queen revealed her proposal, that if the parents separate and that I was raised along with the human and never told about who or what I really am or who my father is, then and only then will the royal court be satisfied. Mom and Dad were completely heartbroken, but accepted to the fact that their baby girl would be spared. The royal court then stated that if there is no sign of devil like abilities by my eighteenth birthday I will be free to live my life as a normal human being. However, if I show that I could be a danger to society, I would be executed immediately. Ok....What the fuck!? Who has the guts let alone the heart to execute an eighteen year old! Ok, anyways, the queen glares at the court for that was not what they had discussed. In light of the courts ridiculous information, the young couple still accepted feeling confident that they can keep my identity a secret, even from myself. Months go by, I was born and given the Karma Cronwell. Hmmm...... is it cause i'm the "Karma" mom gets for hooking up with the devil? Just saying, it was pretty dumb. Anyways, I grew up to be eighteen, being watched from a far. Idiots, like I wouldn't notice. Mom did a pretty good job of hiding my devil half from me, at least till I turned sixteen and entered the "Curiosity killed the cat" or in this case "the devil" phase. I was snooping around through moms things and found an old news paper photo of my mom and some devil guy. The only info that wasn't cut was the date. So, to the internet I went and searched up huge news articles in the year 2004. After about an hour of staring at my laptop screen I finally found a match to the photo and the article that goes to it. After reading it I eventually put two and two together and boom! I knew my father didn't die, there was no death certificate anywhere. That's when I realized that I was part devil which kinda freaked me out a bit. Over the past two years I've been able to keep most of my powers under control. Let's just hope that whoever was spying on me was on break when I accidentally set my homework on fire. It's been kinda hard, keeping this secret to myself. Since I didn't really feel like I belonged, I never really made any friends. I've thought about telling mom, but it could make things worse. Every time I asked about my dad she would just clam up and change the subject. There, now you're all caught up. I'm eighteen now, with long red hair, i'm talking like Ariel red. I have blue eyes, mom calls them crystal eyes. Right now i'm sitting on Meruna Beach in Miami Florida. Since the suns going down, it's not that hot out so I've got on a loose, long sleeve, sheer black crop top, blue high waisted shorts and black high top converse. The only piece of jewelry i ever wear is my dragonfly ring that my mom got me for my thirteenth birthday, haven't taken it off since. Doesn't matter of i'm part devil, mom would find a way to kill me if I ever lost my ring. Usually after about an hour of enjoying the sea breeze and playing Candy Crunch on my phone, I begin heading back home. The walk along the ocean is super relaxing and as I look out to the water, I can see tons of mermaids and sirens jumping and splashing around. I notice that some are looking in my direction and smile and wave to them. They graciously wave back and screech a couple whistles and clicks before diving under the pristine waters. The minute I knew how to read, mom had me study other creatures languages. What other people hear from mermaids and sirens is a bunch of noise, but I hear "I love your hair!", "love your top!" and "are you single!?" from an adorable merman. I just chuckle, roll my eyes and walk up to my back porch. Having a boyfriend means another person I can't share my secret with, it's just not an option. I open the sliding door and enter the kitchen. My house is pretty big, I mean not like mansion big, but pretty damn big for a beach house. Mom owns her own cafe called Le Rouge Cafe, don't ask I have no idea how she got the name, but it provides me with a summer job so i'm not complaining. Waitressing for mom can be fun sometimes, we laugh, we joke, we fight. Now I know what you're thinking "is it always like that?" No, sometimes we fight then we laugh and joke around. Sorry, i'm a bit of a smart ass. So, I enter the kitchen and see mom with her long brown hair and hazel eyes, making dinner. "Hey, how was the beach?" she says to me. "Same as always" I say to her waiting for a snarky remark. "Then why do you go?" I roll my eyes at her snarkiness... Is that even a word? "I don't know, I just like it" I shrug at her. She chuckles quietly "Ok, i'm glad you like it so much" she says back. "So what you making?" I change the subject before she can go into another one of her "life is precious" lectures. "Nachos" she says while cleaning the counter tops for the fifth time this week. "Oh ya, I forgot tonight's Mexican night!" my eyes light up at the picture of yummy, delicious, crunchy nachos. "You would forget the time of day if you didn't have your phone to look at!" she says laughing, knowing that she's right. I laugh with her "oh! you're one to talk!". "True" she agrees to the fact that we both have horrible memory. I laugh and move to the living room. I plop down onto the couch, I can feel moms piercing eyes on me, she hates it when I do that. I grab the remote and start surfing the channels. Eventually, the news channel pops up and I stop. "Hey, that's my school" I say surprised. "Honey, your graduated remember!" Mom shouts from the kitchen. "Oh ya" I still haven't gotten used to it, it's only been a couple months. I listen to what the news anchor is saying, "with no solid evidence of a murder, this tragedy has been ruled out as a suicide" my eyes widen at her words. "Wow, that's awful, I wonder who it was" my sadness is taken over with curiosity. The news anchor continues "for all who cared for Professor Jenna Presley, her funeral will be this Saturday at the local Miami Cemetery at four O'clock" I quickly turn off the TV. "No, way..." I start to sob. Knowing me and Mrs. Presley were really close, mom rushes to my side, holding me tightly. My cries become louder as I bury my face in my moms shoulder. "Oh honey, i'm so sorry" mom tries to comfort me. Hearing her sweet voice calms me down a little bit and I pull out of her tight squeeze. Seeing my puffy eyes mom says "I'll warm up some of your favorite soup ok?". I sniffle "what about the nachos?". She smiles "i'll put them in the fridge for tomorrow, right now you just eat some soup, we'll watch your favorite show, that'll cheer you up for sure!" I smile slightly at her effort to cheer me up. "But you hate "Wako Fishtails"" I say with faint sobs. "No, I just think that the Australian accents are a bit much" she tries to make me laugh. "Oh" I say still sniffling. After a couple hours of Aussie mermaids and potato and cream cheese soup, yum, i'm stable enough to yell at the shows main jackass Zach Benick, asshole. After about three seasons I decide to go to bed. Mom hugs and kisses me on the forehead before grabbing our bowls and relocating to the kitchen. "Night mom" I say standing up from the couch. I reach the bottom of the curved staircase "Mom?" I turn to see her putting away cleaning supplies. "Hm?" she turns to face me. "Can I go to the... funeral, I know I might not be...welcome, but..." I begin to fiddle my fingers. She walks up to me. Uh oh, i'm in for a definite lecture now. "Honey, the lady said "all who cared" you definitely cared, she would want you there i'm sure". Hm... not as long as her usual lectures. "Ok, thanks mom, night" I turn and continue up the stairs. "Night sweetie" I hear her sigh and her footsteps return to the hard wood floored kitchen. I get to my bedroom door decorated with a gigantic red K. I push open my door and enter my room. I switch the light on and since my bed is right in the middle, I instantly fall on it on my back and just stare at the ceiling. After a few minutes I realize I cant stay like this all night, so I get up, walk over to my window and let some warm fresh air into my cold room. I slowly shuffle over to my walk-in closet and change into a tight T-shirt and soft as hell pajama shorts. After that it was lights out for me. Usually it takes me a while to fall asleep, but tonight it wasn't long before my eyes slowly closed and I was on a first class flight to dreamland. Six hours later, the light peircing through my curtains forces me to open my eyes. I sit up and rub my eyes. (Was it all a dream?) I think to myself as I go downstairs. I open the fridge to see two tupperware containers. One with nachos in it and the other holds the left over potato soup. (Nope, not a dream, damn) I say in my head as I reach for my mango juice. I shut the door to the fridge and poor me a glass of refreshing juice. I go back to the fridge to inspect a note my mom left on the door "Gone to work early. And i got Kiki to cover your shift so stay home and relax ok! Luv ya! See ya later!" Huh, I wonder how she got all that on a sticky note? In light of this news i place my cup in the sink and go upstairs to freshen up for my now relaxing day. I grab a soothing shower before putting on a fresh pair of jean shorts and a tight top. I go back downstairs after brushing my teeth for a good fifteen minutes. Being mega afraid of what else im gonna see i dont even touch the tv remote and just begin making myself breakfast. With my filling meal gone and in my stomach I decide to go for a walk to clear my head. Locking the sliding door behind me I stride off the back deck and burry my converse in the sand. As im walking along the beach my head begins thinking stupid but necessary thoughts. The news lady said "with no further evidence" does that mean somebody might've killed mrs. Presley and made it look like a fucking suicide? Why would someone do that? Mrs. Presley's so nice she'd never hurt anyone. So what the hell? While my brain is coming up with all these startling allegations, my feet have been moving for about four hours. "Whoa, I walked really far this time" I say to myself and sit down so i can think without moving even further. Not even caring about my outfit or hair, i lay back onto the sand and let out a huge sigh. I accidentally let my eyes close and i drift off into a deep sleep. "Hey! Wake up!" A voice jolts me awake. "Who-who are you?" I ask a girl sitting next to me in the sand. "There's no time! We gotta go now!" The extremely pale girl grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. "Hey! What are you talking about?! I have to go home! My-" I stop as I grab my phone seeing that there's been five missed calls from mom. Im so fucking dead. "Shit!" I shout and dash towards my house. "Wait! You can't..." Hearing the weird girls voice fade off in the distance, I unlock my phone while sprinting. I try to call mom but there's no answer...weird she always answers her phone. Maybe she's still at work? Nah, I ain't that lucky. I finally come close to my house and slow down a bit. When I reach the porch I see that the sliding door is open. Mom never leaves that door open. Before I can slowly approach the door that same girl from before appears right in front of me "what the?!". "Stop! You can't go in there! We have to go now!" The girl commands me. "W-what?! How did you-? Oh my god...you're a vampire aren't you?" I interrogate her while getting closer to the slightly ajar sliding door. "Wait! Please..you can't go in there" the vampire grabs my arm and tries to tug but i refuse. I shake her off of my arm "get off of me! It's my house!". I peek inside the kitchen. I don't see anything or anyone, which worries me. I put one foot in and hear a loud crunch under my shoe. I look down to see the vase from the center of the island counter smashed on the floor. I grab one of the big sharp pieces and move further inside. Mom always said to be prepared. I begin to step around the island but stop when I see blood on the top corner of the kitchen island. what the hell is going on? I take a few more steps around the middle counter. My eyes widen, my hand moves up to my gasping mouth and my other hand drops the broken piece of glass. I fall to my knees and quickly crawl to my mom lying on the floor, her chest covered with blood. "Mom?" I say grabbing her wrist to feel for a pulse. Oh god I don't feel anything! "Oh god, please no, mom!!" I cry out and see her wound. Oh god she's been shot! Please no! "Mom! Please you cant leave me! mom!!". "Im sorry but I tried to warn you" I hear that same annoying vampire appear behind me weeping next to my mom lifeless on the kitchen floor. I quickly stand up and turn to face the pale faced girl "who are you?! Did you do this?! What do you want from us?!". "Please calm down. I know you're scared right now but we really have to go before they do to you what they did to your mother" her composed behavior sends suspicion to my words. "They? Who's they?! And im not leaving her!" I viciously state while backing away. "Please ill explain everything soon. But we have to leave! I was sent by your mother! So please just trust me and come with me!" The vampire stranger extends her hand to me. I don't know what's going but all i know is that my mom is gone and i don't know where else to go. I guess i have no choice and i need answers to what happened! I cry as I bend down next my moms blood that's slowly pooling out from under her cold body. I cringe as i slightly dip my finger tips in it to write a important message on the floor next to her. "MURDER" Is what the red inscription said when i was done. I will not let my moms murder be thought as a suicide like mrs. Presley's might've been. After i wipe the blood off my finger tips I grab the vampire's hand.