Author: Brittany Lynne PM
Callan wasn't human. She wasn't a demon either. She didn't know her past, she didn't want to; she followed the fallen angel like a blind sheep, and fought her own at a cost. Religion was a tattered subject, and one she dare not question. The Devil held her, and she didn't resist. Callan wasn't a Satanist though; she was simply the daughter of Satan.Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Supernatural - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,485 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 12-07-12 - Published: 01-27-12 - id: 2992167
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Her raven black hair swirled around her in the breeze as shadows danced around her, almost seeming to mock and taunt her. They would come up close to her, and then recede back to the forest's edge just as quickly as they came. The darkness was suffocating her, though the cool air was thin. There were no stars in the sky that night; only a blood-red moon casting a rusty glow.
The young 15-year old looked out down the winding road, watching every little movement that danced across the horizon line at the other end. She kicked the dirt with her tennis-shoe, but the loose sand only blew back at her legs.
That's when she heard it.
It was a shrill cackle that echoed through her, sending the most unpleasant sensation through her already-rigid body. She soon straightened up, swallowing thickly. She closed her eyes and began walking down the winding Wisconsin road. Scrawny, sharp trees loomed overhead, looking down on the young girl. She held tight to the charm dangling around her neck as she pressed forward. She was alone; she always was. No one ever dared to make a journey down Callan Road past dusk. No one.
She kept walking at a slow, steady pace, following the call of the devil.