DemonBlood
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She gripped her hair in frustration and screamed, slamming the little strip- pleasantly showing only one soft pink line- into the small trash can by the toilet, crinkling the plastic bag. Nothing will work! She thought angrily to herself. She picked up the package again, praying that there was some part of the directions she had misread, that, in fact, one line guaranteed positive. She gasped and covered her face, slumping onto the toilet, and began to softly sob.
"Elisa?" A man's voice called from outside the door. "Is everything all right?" He flinched as she responded with a shriek of outrage. He heard her stand up and march to the door, angrily flinging it open. Her face red, she cried, "No! Everything is not okay! I... I..." she broke down into the man's arms.
"Shhh... shh..." he attempted to soothe her. "We can try again. It'll all be alright."
Elisa's contorted expression softened as tears teased at the corners of her eyes and silently slid down her cheeks. "I can't... no... We must not be doing something right... Maybe I need a pill... Maybe I should take Benadryl... that'll calm me down..."
"Elisa." he said sternly, "We are doing nothing wrong. It's just... well..."
Elisa backed out of his arms and regained her composure, staring him straight in the face. "Me." she said weakly, her posture waning.
"No, I never said it was-"
"But it is me, isn't it?! I've tried and tried and... My mother! She was perfect, wasn't she?! Hah! Look. At how. She's made. ME!" she shouted, smashing a vase onto the carpet, spilling water and fragile lilies onto the shards of porcelain.
He tried to calm her furious nerves. "Now, we can't blame your mother for this. We can't blame your father. We can't blame you. Let's go make some tea and we can settle down, maybe visit a specialist tomorrow..."
"I am done with specialists! Quacks, they are! Medication after medication... Look where that's gotten us; absolutely freaking nowhere!" Her malicious gaze drifted down towards the wilting flowers on the soaked floor. "I'm going for a walk." she declared, pulling her beige jacket off of the coat rack, hugging it tight around her and storming out the door.
She had rushed down the road, knowing only the vicinity of her destination, promising peace and quiet; to think and reflect for a needed moment. Elisa yanked the hood of her coat over head and shoved her hands deep into her pockets
A soft, cool breeze rustled the branches overhead as she briskly walked into the forested city park, the sky overcast and gray. The park was oddly quiet that day as she headed down the asphalt path towards the turtle pond, her shoes the only noticeable sound.
She stepped off the path and walked around the gazebo, following the shore. A slider turtle paddled by, but not before glancing up at the woman and swimming away. She came to a creek flowing out of the lake, and attempted a leap onto the other side. Her shoe slipped on the stone, but she regained her balance. Then she followed the creek, escaping to solitude and silence.
A rotting log lay balanced above the creek, moss hanging off in patches and draping down far enough to reach the current of the creek. Elisa climbed atop the log and sat down, first testing its strength to support her, and then proceeded to remove her shoes. She then dangled her feet below, dipping her toes into the cold water.
She became entranced watching the water trickle over pebbles and rush its way down its course, that she did not notice the large white snake slither calmly up to her side to coil up and join her in watching the creek.
But when she did look down to her side, seeing a white snake the thickness of her arm, with red swirled patterns down its length, reminding her of fire, she could not help but to gasp in horror and surprise.
Slowly, she began to slide away from the snake, trying to ignore its red gaze shift up to her and flick out its tongue, tasting the air. Switching tactics, Elisa slid down into the creek, landing on uncomfortable pebbles and proceeded to walk forward. She hadn't gotten far when she heard a feminine voice from behind her, "You won't get very far without your shoes."
Elisa hoped that the voice wasn't coming from the snake, but there was no one else around and that was the only plausible explanation. She turned around, slowly, and met the snake's stare. She simply said, "Oh..", and walked over to the log and grabbed her shoes, watching the snake for any tension or motivation to strike. Again, she turned around to head home after slipping her shoes back on.
"I can help you." the voice said again.
Elisa sighed and turned around. "I don't need help."
"Of course you do!" the snake hissed. "Otherwise you would not have sought me out. And I would not be willing to help."
"I didn't seek-"
"Do you know who I am, child? What I am?"
Elisa didn't appreciate be called a child, but she didn't dare protest to a talking snake. "I'm sorry to disturb you, miss. I don't know what you are, but I don't need your help."
The snake shook her head. "My dear, I am a demon. And I wish to help you."
Demons don't exist... Elisa thought to herself, thinking this was all an illusion, and that maybe, just maybe, there were two pink lines on that strip instead of one...
"If we did not exist, I would not be speaking to you. Please, child, I know what you desire. If you would please accept my gift?"
"Why would a demon offer me help, then? You are called demons for a reason. You're devious, demonic creatures who consume people's souls!"
The snake rose a little higher, ignoring her statements. "I can give you a child."
"What...?"
"Yes; three in fact. With my power, I can guarantee you three headstrong, healthy children." The snake seemed to smile. "I genuinely wish to help you, m'dear."
Elisa fell to her knees in the creek. It was too good to be true! Three children, given to her, in her time of greatest despair. Would they all be female? Male? What could she name them? Many questions flooded her mind at that moment.
"However," the snake added, "there is only one condition."
Only one condition? It couldn't be that bad, Elisa thought. But she was stricken with horror and despair as the demon spoke. "Your second child born will become a demon."
What? Elisa thought. She tried to think of a way to avoid the curse, but she could think of none at the present state.
"It would be disrespectful, if you accept, to avoid having a second child. That would be breaking a deal, a promise, an oath. If that happens, I will personally come and kill your first child. I must tell you, that as I study you, I know for certain that you will never have a child unless you accept. Please, m'dear. Choose wisely."
Mesmerized by the thought of actually having kids to raise, she thought little of what her second child would think once he or she was old enough to understand their circumstance. What their mother did for them to exist. Being a demon was better than being dead, right?
"I accept."
"Good." the snake hissed, dropping into the creek. "Now if you would please lay down, anywhere is good, and spread out your legs, we can begin. I promise it will not hurt, although it may seem uncomfortable."
Doing as she was told, Elisa stared at the sky and sighed, only realizing the snake's intentions too late as she slithered toward her. She twitched, and before she knew it, the snake began entering her. Elisa gasped, her body a mixture of pain and pleasure. She had no idea how such a gigantic snake could fit inside her, feeling odd sensations of wriggling and churning in her stomach. She looked up, seeing the last of the white tail slip into her body. Then, when all was quiet, Elisa stood up.
Eventually, the sliding sensation ceased, making her realize that the snake was not physically inside her anymore, but her energies and demonic essence. Elisa headed home, thinking only of the future, and the three children she would have.
"Elisa?" A man's voice called from outside the door. "Is everything all right?" He flinched as she responded with a shriek of outrage. He heard her stand up and march to the door, angrily flinging it open. Her face red, she cried, "No! Everything is not okay! I... I..." she broke down into the man's arms.
"Shhh... shh..." he attempted to soothe her. "We can try again. It'll all be alright."
Elisa's contorted expression softened as tears teased at the corners of her eyes and silently slid down her cheeks. "I can't... no... We must not be doing something right... Maybe I need a pill... Maybe I should take Benadryl... that'll calm me down..."
"Elisa." he said sternly, "We are doing nothing wrong. It's just... well..."
Elisa backed out of his arms and regained her composure, staring him straight in the face. "Me." she said weakly, her posture waning.
"No, I never said it was-"
"But it is me, isn't it?! I've tried and tried and... My mother! She was perfect, wasn't she?! Hah! Look. At how. She's made. ME!" she shouted, smashing a vase onto the carpet, spilling water and fragile lilies onto the shards of porcelain.
He tried to calm her furious nerves. "Now, we can't blame your mother for this. We can't blame your father. We can't blame you. Let's go make some tea and we can settle down, maybe visit a specialist tomorrow..."
"I am done with specialists! Quacks, they are! Medication after medication... Look where that's gotten us; absolutely freaking nowhere!" Her malicious gaze drifted down towards the wilting flowers on the soaked floor. "I'm going for a walk." she declared, pulling her beige jacket off of the coat rack, hugging it tight around her and storming out the door.
She had rushed down the road, knowing only the vicinity of her destination, promising peace and quiet; to think and reflect for a needed moment. Elisa yanked the hood of her coat over head and shoved her hands deep into her pockets
A soft, cool breeze rustled the branches overhead as she briskly walked into the forested city park, the sky overcast and gray. The park was oddly quiet that day as she headed down the asphalt path towards the turtle pond, her shoes the only noticeable sound.
She stepped off the path and walked around the gazebo, following the shore. A slider turtle paddled by, but not before glancing up at the woman and swimming away. She came to a creek flowing out of the lake, and attempted a leap onto the other side. Her shoe slipped on the stone, but she regained her balance. Then she followed the creek, escaping to solitude and silence.
A rotting log lay balanced above the creek, moss hanging off in patches and draping down far enough to reach the current of the creek. Elisa climbed atop the log and sat down, first testing its strength to support her, and then proceeded to remove her shoes. She then dangled her feet below, dipping her toes into the cold water.
She became entranced watching the water trickle over pebbles and rush its way down its course, that she did not notice the large white snake slither calmly up to her side to coil up and join her in watching the creek.
But when she did look down to her side, seeing a white snake the thickness of her arm, with red swirled patterns down its length, reminding her of fire, she could not help but to gasp in horror and surprise.
Slowly, she began to slide away from the snake, trying to ignore its red gaze shift up to her and flick out its tongue, tasting the air. Switching tactics, Elisa slid down into the creek, landing on uncomfortable pebbles and proceeded to walk forward. She hadn't gotten far when she heard a feminine voice from behind her, "You won't get very far without your shoes."
Elisa hoped that the voice wasn't coming from the snake, but there was no one else around and that was the only plausible explanation. She turned around, slowly, and met the snake's stare. She simply said, "Oh..", and walked over to the log and grabbed her shoes, watching the snake for any tension or motivation to strike. Again, she turned around to head home after slipping her shoes back on.
"I can help you." the voice said again.
Elisa sighed and turned around. "I don't need help."
"Of course you do!" the snake hissed. "Otherwise you would not have sought me out. And I would not be willing to help."
"I didn't seek-"
"Do you know who I am, child? What I am?"
Elisa didn't appreciate be called a child, but she didn't dare protest to a talking snake. "I'm sorry to disturb you, miss. I don't know what you are, but I don't need your help."
The snake shook her head. "My dear, I am a demon. And I wish to help you."
Demons don't exist... Elisa thought to herself, thinking this was all an illusion, and that maybe, just maybe, there were two pink lines on that strip instead of one...
"If we did not exist, I would not be speaking to you. Please, child, I know what you desire. If you would please accept my gift?"
"Why would a demon offer me help, then? You are called demons for a reason. You're devious, demonic creatures who consume people's souls!"
The snake rose a little higher, ignoring her statements. "I can give you a child."
"What...?"
"Yes; three in fact. With my power, I can guarantee you three headstrong, healthy children." The snake seemed to smile. "I genuinely wish to help you, m'dear."
Elisa fell to her knees in the creek. It was too good to be true! Three children, given to her, in her time of greatest despair. Would they all be female? Male? What could she name them? Many questions flooded her mind at that moment.
"However," the snake added, "there is only one condition."
Only one condition? It couldn't be that bad, Elisa thought. But she was stricken with horror and despair as the demon spoke. "Your second child born will become a demon."
What? Elisa thought. She tried to think of a way to avoid the curse, but she could think of none at the present state.
"It would be disrespectful, if you accept, to avoid having a second child. That would be breaking a deal, a promise, an oath. If that happens, I will personally come and kill your first child. I must tell you, that as I study you, I know for certain that you will never have a child unless you accept. Please, m'dear. Choose wisely."
Mesmerized by the thought of actually having kids to raise, she thought little of what her second child would think once he or she was old enough to understand their circumstance. What their mother did for them to exist. Being a demon was better than being dead, right?
"I accept."
"Good." the snake hissed, dropping into the creek. "Now if you would please lay down, anywhere is good, and spread out your legs, we can begin. I promise it will not hurt, although it may seem uncomfortable."
Doing as she was told, Elisa stared at the sky and sighed, only realizing the snake's intentions too late as she slithered toward her. She twitched, and before she knew it, the snake began entering her. Elisa gasped, her body a mixture of pain and pleasure. She had no idea how such a gigantic snake could fit inside her, feeling odd sensations of wriggling and churning in her stomach. She looked up, seeing the last of the white tail slip into her body. Then, when all was quiet, Elisa stood up.
Eventually, the sliding sensation ceased, making her realize that the snake was not physically inside her anymore, but her energies and demonic essence. Elisa headed home, thinking only of the future, and the three children she would have.
13 Comments
Interesting. o.o
cant wait to read more :)
O.o....... R@Nd0M
Great story! XD I LOVE
Next Chapter please! XD
I'm goin' I'm going! XD
Hahahaha! Thanks nachtwolf! You're the best! But could you plz hurry....
Thanks nachtwolf! Keep going! You're doing great! XD
thast really cool!!!!!!!!!! xDDD
xD thanks... :)
wow this is amazing
5 stars ;D
do you play WoW? (World of Warcraft)
i was wondering where you got the idea of the really long ears... like the Elves in WoW