That's all that I could feel. As I ran for my life that's all that I felt and thought about.
But of course, that didn't faze them any. They loved to see me in pain; it was their job. To inflict pain and torture. For me, that's all that I've ever know; since I was a little girl.
Now with them hot on my heel, all I wanted to do was run away from it all. That pain and suffering. I wanted to start anew. Geez, what is wrong with me, that was so not going to happen. But, hey, a girl could dream right.
"Clark, grab her! Don't let her get away!"
I was snapped out of my musings by a sharp voice and a large pair of hands wrapping themselves around my upper arms- pinning them to my sides, making me useless. Or so they thought. Boy, were they in for a surprise.
I twisted and turned in Clark's grasp but to no avail. He only gripped tighter. The leader materialized in fron of me and grabbed my chin in his hand-hard.
"You have something that belongs to us, my dear."
His hand-that wasn't holding my chin- traveled to my neck where a golden fox encircling a sun pendant lay. I began struggling even harder.
No, no, no! I thought, as he reached for my pendant. The cursed pendant of Kirram. An heirloom, as well as, my life line.
"Stop! Please, leave me alone! Get away! GET AWAY!"
My pleas soon became shouts then a single roar. I closed my eyes as a familiar power coursed through my veins.
I heard Clark and the leader gasp and the pressure on my arms disappeared. I smirked menacingly as my eyes snapped open, revealing not my usual sky blue eyes, but dark red with cat slits for pupils.
Flexing my hands-no claws-I walked-stalked-towards the two men. Their fearful expressions only excited me more. My tongue swiped across my lips showing my-once normal teeth-sharp canines.
I looked from one pale face to the other as I went into my-what you would call killin-stance. I watched intently as beads of sweat poured off of each man's forehead. Licking my lips for the final time, I pounced.
I bet you're all wondering what in the world just happened. Well, to put simply. YOu've just entered Hell. My realm. My palace. My life.
Still confused, well the only advice I could give would be this.
My name is Fay Hill (in human terms) or Rei Kitsune (in demon terms). I amm three thousand years old (or sixteen for all you stupid humans). As you may have already guessed, I am not human. I am a hanyou-a half-demon child. One of many to say the least, but that's not the point. The point is...
You have entered my story. And here you will stay until I decide to let you leave.
Oh, and just on a side note. Welcome to Hell. Your new home.