Blood, Tears, and December

The crimson liquid fell to the pavement in short splatters. It was from a stranger who protecting young Melissa DePortes. Only being thirteen years in age, one might not think she is young, but compared to the being that hunted her, she was nothing more than an infant. The stranger was nothing more than a brave and foolish and kind homeless man. Melissa knew he was going to die, but if she managed to survive the night, she vowed to return and give him safe passage into the Next World by saying an ave for him. 'Thank you, kind sir,' Melissa thought as she ran for the cover of the Dusk.
She made it to her apartment in a mere matter of seconds and cast as many protective runes around her home before the hunter came back. She didn't know why she was being hunted, her adoptive family never told her about her past. When she asked about it, they cried and fled from her, as though she was set ablaze by undousable Hellfire from the Demon Demention itself.
The Demon Demention is quite similar to Hell or Shadowland. It is infested with the most terrifing creatures in the world. They were are horribly beautiful, but everyone was nothing more than a killer. The only way to destroy one was to paralize it, slice it's back with a Pure Diamond Blade, only 100 were ever made and now only 5 remain, and cut out it's Name. Each Demon had its own Name inscribed on a stone located where a human heart is found in a human's body. Take it out and it turns to dust. But if that sounds simple, it isn't. A Demon's body has acid in it that can melt flesh in less than a second and once you've been touched by it, the acid will slowly poison the body and mind, soon leaving a Zombie in its place.
The hunter bangs on the door mutiple times but it holds up anyway. After an hour of this he finally goes away with a snarl. Melissa mumbles something about being safe for the mean time and puts up more protectine runes, to better herself if she is attacked again. Her long, wavy, light brown hair is in a mess from having to run against the wind. Her dark brown eyes are almost black with fear. They change depending upon her mood. She is a small girl, only five-foot-two, and she has a medium build, making her only 133 lbs. Her clothes are tattered from the hunter's knife.
Melissa walks to the bathroom and takes off her clothes. She has scratches along her arms and torso. An open gash on her thigh has finally stopped gushing blood. As she starts the shower, she notices the scar on her back is bright red. The scar stretches from one shoulder blade to the other and is shaped like a cresent moon all the way down to her lower back. It was frightful against her snow-pale skin. The sweat on her makes the moon glisten, like blood mixed with glitter. She steps into the hot water, wincing as the water strikes against her torn body. Melissa turns her back to the water and watches the crimson water flow down the drain. 'That is, or was, a part of me. Funny how it means so little to me and yet means the world to me.' She thought to herself.
Finally, the pain of her wounds and her being utterly alone again, she began to cry. Life itself has changed for her so much in the past few weeks. Her 'family' had abandoned her. She was too young for a job. The apartment belonged to her boyfriend, who was only fourteen, and his parents who had taken her in without question.
"Hey," said her boyfriend, Dustin,"can I come in or are you wanting to be alone?" Melissa loved him. He had long dark brown hair and soft ice blue eyes. He was five-foot-eleven and was always taking wonderful care of Melissa. When he didn't hear a response, he slowly opened the door and saw her on the shower floor crying. She hadn't heard him come in. Dustin rushed to her side, turned off the water, and put a towel over her naked form.
Helping her off the ground, Dustin picked her up and carried her to his bed. They slept together because his parents knew Melissa was too heartbroken to do anything. Dustin picked out her pajamas and took the towel off her so he could see where she was hurt. He saw the many cuts on her arms and breasts, as well as the huge rip in her skin on her thigh. Melissa watched him run out of the room and fell backwards onto the pillows. He was back in a few seconds with some neosporin, which he gently put onto her. She winced in pain a couple times. Sometimes she thought he was her doctor with how careful he was to not hurt her. Reaching under his bed, Dustin pulled out his first aid kit. He grabbed some gauze and wrapping. Carefully holding the gauze on her thigh, he wrapped the fabric around her leg tight enough to hold it in place but not to stop the blood flow to her foot.
Once he was done with her leg, he softly pushed her onto her stomach so he could see how her back was. Only one cut was on her back and it was small and below her scar. He put the neosproin on his finger and slowly rubbed it onto her cut. Melissa flinched with how cold it was but quickly relaxed as he kept rubbing it on her.
"You're scar is beautiful tonight, love." He told her. As if to prove it, he kisses the puckered skin that was still ablaze. Dustin carefully helped her into her panties and pajamas.
"You look really tired, Mel. Let's go to sleep, ok?" Dustin asked her. She nodded and he pulled the covers back, letting her get under them. Once the covers were over them, he scooted close behind her and held Melissa to him. Dustin knew that if he kissed her neck, she'd relax and fall asleep faster so he kissed and nuzzled her until midnight when she finally fell asleep with him not far behind.