Waking up was fuzzy. At first I thought I was at home, opening my eyes from a previous nightmare, but the pain was too real. Something seared at my ankles and wrists.

I didn't know what was best, keeping my eyes closed or opening them. I was obviously within the humans grasp, so would letting them know I was awake in my best interest?

I am a demon girl, only nine years old. They probably wouldn't think of me as much of a threat, especially with the pain they sent searing into my ankles and wrists. What were they doing to me, what was holding me down? Was I on a bed? Chained on a floor? Attached to a wall?

Opening my eyes was rather impossible as questions burned and my stomach churned. I needed to get a layout of my surroundings now and I didn't hear any voices or breathing of someone watching me.

I slowly opened my eyes just a little so I could peek out of my eyelashes, but the only thing I was looking out of was a gray ceiling that was darker in some spaces then others. I opened up my eyes the rest of the way, the gray ceiling expanding till I saw the gray walls; the only window was a barred one.

The floor was a rough metal. I sat up and looked at my wrists and ankles. They are chained down in silver which is extremely painful for demons.

I would only be able to move a few inches with the extension it allowed, but it was something. Why would they keep me, why didn't they kill me?

I felt my eyes water as I stared at my legs that were still covered and smeared with crusted blood, the hem of my lavender nightgown had turned brown. What had become of Mother and Father, of Clyde? Were they alright, had they survived? It didn't seem fair, why did they let me survive, why did they kill us? All we wanted was peace...

In the depths of my heart, I felt a hatred building up.

"Our little demon is this way." A voice sounded outside the door and I quickly laid back down when something caught the corner of my eye, my sword was in the corner of the room only a few feet from me. I felt my eyes go wide but remembered that I wanted to fool the humans and quickly shut them.

The door opened with a slight creak and two humans stepped in.

"How much will you take for her?" The human asked, it was a male voice that sounded like he had a stuffed nose.

"Isn't it dangerous to keep a sword in here?" This male had a deeper voice.

"Not at all, the raiders said she clutched it to her more like a teddy bear then a weapon. I'm guessing she doesn't even know how to use it so it can go with her. If it's a keepsake than I'm sure she'd appreciate it."

"That's awfully kind of someone who just murdered her entire village."

"In all this bloodshed I only hope to shed a little light."

"Yet you're selling her?"

"I have no use for her, and I heard that humans want to make their own demons that will follow them alone. I'm sure this little girl will make it a much of an easier task for them."

There was a pause, a long agonizing pause. "Did they kill them all?" The man with the deeper voice asked.

"We like to hope so, but demons are quick. The raiders said that they didn't see anything moving after they were done, so I suppose so. She should be the only survivor."

It was almost as if I was paralyzed. The only survivor? No wait, he said should, it's still possible that some got away. I jumped onto that hope and clung to it...it was the only thing that kept me from shaking.

"I'll take her and the sword, how much?"

"One million," The stuffy nosed man said. One million? I almost jerked in surprise.

"Pocket change." Pocket change? Seriously? The deep voiced man and the stuffy nosed man-made the exchange and the next moment the door was shut tight.

But there was still breathing in the room. "Open your eyes demon." The deeper voice man, he must have known I was awake.

I opened my eyes and looked at him unsteadily. He had brown hair brushed neatly against his skull and a groomed mustache. He wore a top hat, tailored coat, black trousers, and shiny boots.

He looked like a wealthy English man.

"I just want to let you know that you are not my property, the doctor will be here soon."

"Doctor?" I dared to whisper. I just couldn't stand being left unknowing of what could happen.

"You will become more or less, a test subject."

"A test subject?" I sat up and winced when I accidentally moved my wrist, sending a fresh wave of pain up my arm.

"For a new breed of demons."

"I don't understand, you kill us off just to create more?"

"The ones in charge hope that these demons will be more controllable, using them at their whim."

I felt my eyes narrow as that small hatred that had burned at my core suddenly came in a overwhemling rush that washed out all stable thoughts, the human kind poking at my wounds. I had never felt hate like this before, but it burned with resentment. "So like mindless slaves."

"That's an interesting way to look at it." The man leaned back against the door. "Do not worry, if anything the Doctor won't pick at you just yet."

I shuddered, wishing I could curl in on myself. "You stupid humans! Why couldn't you just leave us alone? You don't see us slaughtering your people when you want to live in peace."

"I guess humans are just selfish creatures."

I gritted my teeth as he left. As soon as the door closed behind him I jerked against my chains with all my strength, but the only result was pain slamming against me in every direction that made me cry out like an injured animal.

I needed more strength. I didn't even need to blink as my hair washed out, painting itself white, my eyes glowing gold as horns sprouted on each side of my forehead, my ears sharpening to a point. After the visual changes I felt the internal ones, my sight sharpened as while as my hearing. Every little detail popped out, every single speck of dust visible. My nails sharpened slightly and I could feel my muscles bunch in anticaption.

Unfortunately the silver only seemed to shriek on my skin even more.

I jerked and pulled, I could hear the chains groan. But the pain was quickly becoming too much and blood began to seep from the burn marks, leaving fresh trails of blood along the already crusted blood. As a demon I healed very quickly and never scarred, but this was different because I kept pressing the silver to the wound which didn't give it time to heal.

With a gasp I collapsed back on the floor, these chains were very strong. At that moment, the situation seemed very hopeless.

My hair colored turned back to its normal color as did my eyes, my horns disappearing back into my skin while my ears sunk to their normal shape.

"Clyde, don't be disappointed in me please. I'm so sorry Clyde." No matter how many times I said his name, he didn't appear and rescue me. Tears budded on the corner of my eyes and ran down my temple in hot streams as my wrists and ankles healed themselves slowly. The pain was still there, but it was nothing compared to the utterly retching feeling of my heart as it swelled in my chest painfully, making it hard to breath as it suddenly shattered.

I turned my head to the side, resting my cheek on the floor as I looked at the sword. Tears filled my eyes till the sword was a smeared, watery image that no longer held any focus. It reminded me too much of Clyde, which was too painful to comprehend at the moment.

A whimper escaped my mouth, only later to be accompanied by loud sobs that filled the rest of the day until I was too tired to stay awake anymore.

I was grateful to escape into this darkness; at least it was better then being awake.

"Wake up demon girl!" A voice shouted in my ears, but to me it sounded like a low mumble. I sat up slowly, my neck sore from the rough floor.

I opened my eyes to see a bald man staring at me.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The man smiled at the sound of my voice, a smile that sent shivers of fear up my spine. He was a thin man who was lightly muscled with a bald head with narrow, tawny eyes.

"I am Doctor William." He had an accent, I think it was American. I glanced down at my ankles and noticed that there was white gauze stuffed in between the silver and my skin. That wasn't very smart of them.

"You can try to escape, but those bars on that window are silver, and so is the door."

My eyes widened in shock.

The Doctor smiled a pleasant smile. "Yes, we may be taking it to the extremes, but even if you are a little girl you are a demon and all precautions must be followed."

I narrowed my eyes at him but he didn't seem bothered by this, instead he just stared at me happily. He reached down into his belt and pulled out a knife.

I jerked back, my chains rattling with my movement.

The Doctor laughed at my reaction and gripped a strong hand on my shoulder and pressed the knife to my the fabric of my ruined dress and cut it all the way down till it was falling open on either side.

He took off the dress and studied my body as I began to shake in horror. "It looks like any other human girl." He is by this and stuffes his knife back in his belt and reached behind him, grabbing a folded white dress.

He put it on me and button up the front from the top to the bottom. I didn't still from my shaking when that man with the deep voice walked in. He had a wet towel in his hands and handed it to the Doctor. I stared in fear when he pressed the towel to my legs, wiping away the blood of the demons that had stained my legs. I almost wanted to stop him because it was the last thing I had of my people, but I remembered I still had my sword in the back corner of the room.

He then scrubbed at my ankles and wrists where the blood from the wounds I created from the struggle against the chains was caked. Then he cleaned my arms and face till not one trace of blood was left on me.

When he was done he stood up and smiled another crawling smile at me. "I like my test subjects clean, it makes them look healthier."

"You sick bas-,"

"No no no," The Doctor cut me off in a cheerful voice. "Such language from a little girl is unacceptable. You should be grateful that I cleaned up, I can't imagine how it must feel to have the blood of your family on your body."

He laughed as he left the room and I began to shake with anger as tears bubbled in my eyes again, but I blinked them away furiously.

The deep voice man looked at me with flat eyes before leaving the room as well. I rotated my back to look at my sword but it wasn't there and I stared in horror.

They must have taken it out when they gauzed my wounds because if I do manage to break free from my chains I could just use the sword to free myself.

I winced, these humans were smart.

I looked around and eventually ended up staring out of the window, watching the small glimpses of the sky that I got to see, wisps of clouds moving slowly with the wind. I wanted to feel that wind, I wanted to lay in the grass.

I wanted my family, I wanted Clyde.

A few minutes later my stomach began to growl and I wondered what time it was. Would they even feed me?

I had the answer in an hour when the gnawing feeling in my stomach had made itself aware.

The deep voice man stepped inside with a tray. It was a bowl of soup with a glass of water.

"How am I suppose to eat it."

The deep voice man dipped the spoon in the bowl and lifted it towards me and I felt my eyes go wide again. He was going to feed me.

At first I was going to reject the idea, but another growl from my stomach had me opening my mouth as he fed me like a baby.

Whatever pride that I had vanished.

It didn't take long for him to finish feeding me, but the drinking part proved to me difficult and water spilled from the corners of my cheeks onto the white dress.

After he left I couldn't help but wonder what they were going to do to me, what was going to happen?

Days passed by in a blur I couldn't keep track of, maybe weeks. They kept me weak by giving me two meals a day. It was soup and water every day, but sometimes they changed to flavor of the soup although it didn't do any good.

I could tell I had thinned, and nightmares had started to haunt me, painting dark circles under my eyes.

The deep voice man, whose name I had learned was Ben, came in at the end of every day and told me how the search for any demons survivors went, whether to torture me or to inform me in belief I would feel better I didn't know.

But he always came back with the same conclusion, none had been found. And every time the information was like a merciless execution of my heart.

Today it was the end the week and the gauzes were removed, a punishment for being a demon I suppose.

The Doctor slammed the door open wide with a skin crawling smile stretched ear to ear and I saw a weak man stumbling behind him, barely able to support his own weight.

I looked up at the Doctor with a glare of hatred, what games was he playing now?

"This is our first test subject!" He announced.

I looked up a down at the man, "Doesn't look very clean."

The Doctor laughed at my flat joke. "Aren't we lively today," He looked at the man and pulled him inside, sitting him down against the wall before turning to me and pulling out his knife. Was he going to cut through my clothes again?

The Doctor moved up to me at a quick pace and pulled out a little vial as he kneeled beside me.

I looked at him in confusion when the blade suddenly sliced against my cheek. "Ah!" I cried out in pain as the Doctor pressed the vial to my skin to the end of the cut, collecting the blood that seeped out.

A moment passed and the pain was gone, my cut already healing.

The Doctor leaned back in awe, "How beautiful."

He looked at the drops he had collected, a fine line of blood staining the side before going to the bottom where a thin line of my blood sat.

The Doctor walked off to the man and poured my blood down the man's throat while I stared in horror.

A moment later Ben came in the room with a tray filled with food, fresh bread, cooked corn, chicken, a glass of water.

I felt my stomach growl as I stared, stricken. Was I so different to be treated so coldly?

I watched them feed the man with all the luscious foods, the aroma slamming painfully against me, but every time I moved pain spiked up my legs and arms from the silver pressed to my skin.

"How do you feel?" The Doctor asked the man.

"I feel great!"

They moved aside from the man so I could look at him, his skin was practically glowing. He looked healthy and happy,

The Doctor smiled and he left with Ben and the man, leaving me to suffer alone. Maybe I didn't matter to them because I wasn't human.

I got to watch the man progress, but in the end it was only declared that my blood made him stronger and healthier, but that was it. He was still human, just my blood alone wasn't enough. Not to mention it wore off in about a week.

But that didn't mean they were done cutting into my skin.

Once a week after this the Doctor came into my cell and didn't hesitate to slice a wound down my leg, arm, or cheek. I bit my lip against the temporary pain and watched as he collected my blood and disappear once he could not get anymore because my wound had closed and healed.

Time was quick to move, and soon a year had past and the Doctor still didn't have a successful demonic 'cure' as he called it.

We had moved to a different house, always on the move. A week ago it was said that there were still demons hidden away from the world, but somewhere wreaking havoc, disappearing and reappearing.

The Doctor believed it was safer to keep me away from this and quickly packed up our things.

I was in a more comfortable room with a rug, there were more windows in here, but they were still barred with silver. I was chained to a bed, and my meals were slightly larger with an occasional bowl of rice, but I still felt hunger pains.

My room had no door, but instead opened up to the Doctors study where he sat night and day scribbling on papers and mixing ingredients to hopefully get a different result.

And every time he failed, he came back to me to cut open my skin and take more of my blood. I was glad I wasn't a human because then I would be covered in scars.

Clyde, my family, and a peaceful home...it all became a dream as nightmares faded to peaceful sceneries and peaceful sceneries turned to blood spilled horror.

Ben had left for more ingredients and strange men followed in one after the other.

The only thing that kept me sane was across the room in the Doctors study, balanced against a wall.

My sword.

Seeing it was painful, but I forced myself to look at it, forced myself to believe that one day I would hold it again.

Ben came back two months later after a bunch of more failed experiments and an arm full of new ingredients.

The Doctor gushed happily and scattered them out on his table before turning to me and running toward me with a slight skip in his step.

He pulled out the knife and ran it against my collarbone, collecting more blood.

"The more blood closer to the heart may work better." He told me as my wound healed and he surprised me by slicing at the same area again, this time I could not hold back my gasp of pain.

He smiled at me and ran back to his study and began mixing more ingredients together.

A week past and it was yet another failed experiment.

The Doctor was visibly depressed. "Maybe I need to understand my test subject better." He moped.

"Maybe," Ben said.

They both looked over at me, and that was when my hell began.