The day I met her was the day my life changed but if it was for the better or worse I did not know. Sitting there in my little black dress, tattoos spiraling down my arms and no need for shoes. Who needed shoes when you could float, besides the cool dirt felt nice on my toes. The dirt was my true home, it was the place I had always sort of wanted to live but I was too scared to die. Everyday I wanted to ask my creatures what they had thought of the dirt, if it was as nice as it felt on my toes or if it was just lonely. But they don't ever talk back.
Some people call it bad what I do, I don't comprehend good and bad so I don't really know. I don't know if it's mean or maybe it's not that bad. I wouldn't know. That's what happens when you have the blood of an angel and a demon mixing in your veins. Morals go away, demons always lean towards the malevolent choices and the angels always lean towards benevolent decisions. I lean no way, because I have never been able to feel either.
Pushing my blond hair back out of my face I push those thoughts aside, they don't benefit me at all. I needed to do something more constructive with my day but whenever I tried to think what to do I always remembered I was immortal so time didn't really matter. I could procrastinate for years and it wouldn't bother anyone, especially me. I should be building up my personal stash but that might take a while and I couldn't just be taking those without people noticing.
As my thoughts raced almost as fast as the wind around me I noticed something out of the ordinary. Normally the graveyards were totally quiet but then I heard something odd. I heard heavy breathing come from somewhere by the main gate, I sat hovering mid air, legs crossed, leaning back on my arms somewhere towards the middle of the cemetery when I heard the breath. It was curious, people don't usually show up at graveyards this late at night, three AM was sort of off limits to regular people.
Before I know what I'm doing I feel my bare feet drop down to the ground and I sit up from my previous sitting position, quietly padding over to the entrance. Normally I would have drawn the large butcher knife from sheath on my waist in case it was some sort of demon or hunter type creature but for some reason I don't feel my hands moving down.
It only takes a minute or two to get from the middle of the cemetery to the border, once I grow close to the gate I feel my head tilting. That's weird. It's no hunter or teenager who was dared to stick a knife in a grave or anything like that. It was a girl about my visual age, maybe sixteen or so, just lying by the gate breathing hard like she had just run a marathon. She sat with her back to the gate, head tilted upward and eyes closed. Judging by her clothes she must be running from… No wait, that can't be right. Last I checked there weren't witches in these parts. I feel myself moving closer.
"Hey, you ok?"
She jumps, obviously unaware that I had been watching her pant. Her head snaps forward and our eyes lock. I'm about ten feet away from her, but I can still feel the intense fear radiating out of her bold green eyes.
"Oh my god, who are you?" She looks like she's about to have a heart attack or maybe lunge at me, I decide I need to do something quickly before she passes out or I get mauled.
"Wow, wow just calm down ok. I'm not a witch hunter. I've just hanging out here for a while."
Her shoulders droop a little bit which I am glad for, her fangs which were previously barred disappear behind a blank face. She reaches up to her gigantic round glasses and wipes what must've been a tear from her eyes, and then proceeds to adjust them back in place.
"I… If you say so." She whimpers.
All of the sudden I feel uncomfortable and out of place, not being used to seeing people cry or really living people at all.
"Um…"
"It's just I was… I was running from some hunters and I'm so scared right now." She mutters and begins to cry again, softly with no sign of stopping. Wow this is uncomfortable, gotta make it stop. Hm…
I walk over to her and sit down real close. She starts to shrink back but before melting completely into the gate I hold out my hand.
"You don't have to be scared. You can stay here for a while, I'm Roxy." I give her my most sincere smile.
Looking unsteadily she also pushes out her hand. "I'm Jade."
"Ok Jade, nice to make your acquaintance." I then stand up and start walking out of the cemetery. "Now if you'll excuse me I've got to go get rid of those witch hunters that were after you."
Jade looked at me like I was mad. Heck, I probably was.
"But there's like five of them!" She squeaked.
"Of don't worry, I got 'em. You just rest a bit, ok?"
As I start to walk away, getting my summoning cards ready I hear Jade's high pitched voice reach through the night.
"Roxy!"
I look back.
"What… What are you?"
Under the black paint I feel my lips lift into a bit of a grin.
"Don't worry Jade, I'm a necromancer and a necromancer always knows what she's doing. Now why don't you get some sleep."
And with that I trudged into the damp night without so much as looking back, leaving the dog eared witch behind me and with only one thought ahead of me.
Those damned hunters would pay.
A/N: Welcome to my first fanfic ever! This whole thing was actually based on a dream I had that sorta got out of hand. I don't own homestuck or any of it's characters, and I apologize ahead of time if Roxy seems sorta OOC. I also wanted you guys to know I don't really swear nearly as much as Hussie does, so don't worry about finding any F-bombs or anything. It's cool.
Until next time!