"Bye mom, I'm off to catch the bus!"
"O.K., bye Kit. Love you!"
"Yeah, love you too."
As Kit ran out of the house up to the corner to catch her bus millions of thoughts ran through her mind. None of them having to do with demons.
Kit was different, in every way. Atop her head wolf ears moved to every sound, her eyes changed colors. When she became enraged they would turn from her aqua blue to blood red. Her hair laid in an odd way, two strands hung over her eyes. These strands were tipped purple, and keep in mind, she had been born this way.
As Kit reached the bus stop her fellow bus riders were already there.
"Hey Kit."
"Hey Malarie."
Malarie was Kit's best friend. Her hair was a stained auburn and her eyes shimmering pools of blue. Mal for the most part was normal - much to her dismay- but she had her quirks
The others at the stop were not very friendly. These not so friendly people consisted of Norma Roseman, Scot Malkon, Rosy and her twin Calvin Scot.
Norma was the snottiest girl in school and had hated Kit from day one. Scot was Norma's devoted boyfriend and slave. Rosy and Calvin….well they're in a class all their own. Regardless of their different genders they could often be found dressed the exact same (this includes dresses, skirts, and shirts).
The bus soon arrived at the stop, its doors opened to the unfriendly face of Dalvin. He had been the bus driver for many years and it was believed had at one time been very kind. Kit sat in the front seat her bag slung over shoulder now lay at her side. She looked to Dalvin and casually stated;
"Thus begins another suck ass day."
Dalvin smirked and in his own way tolled Kit that he agreed to the fullest extent. The bus soon arrived at the school and the doors were opened once again, this time releasing all of the high school students to run and try to make class before the bell.
Kit and Malarie said good-bye and went their own ways to find their lockers. When Kit arrived to her locker the boy she had a crush on - Derick a.k.a. hottest guy in school-walked right past her locker. Kit shuffled to move out of his way and admire his short golden locks of hair that gently caressed the side of his face.
The day came, came, and came again until it finally went. Her classes proving to give more homework than the Friday before and the Thursday before that. Kit stood in her and Malarie's usual spot waiting to meet up with her but was instead nearly late for the bus (Malarie had sick earlier that day and left earlier). When the bus stopped at her stop she and the other hopped off and quickly split going their own ways.
As Kit shuffled along quickly to her home her shoe lace caught under her foot and tripped her. When she looked to her knee the blood slowly pouring from her wound her pain and anger began to well within her being.
She clenched her fist, her eyes now welling to the brim with tears. A warm sensation began to fizz in her arm slowly working its way down to her hand where her fist was still clenched. Kits eyes opened just in time to see red sparks fly from where her fist joined.
A blade of pure silver formed from clear nothing. The handle on which her hand heled the blade was of gold and had jewels incrusted in it. Just below the blade the word "Kitalina" was engraved.
"Why…Why is my name, how…"
Her eyes widened in awe of the blade SHE had conjured from thin air, from thin nothing. She swings the blade from side to side, its weight feeling to be nothing. The sword could have been easily just as tall as she was( 5,4"). Kit glanced at the near by hedge and swung at the top chopping off a great gouge.
"Holy Shit!"
Kit dropped her fist and the sword instantly vanished. She jumped up and ran as fast as she could and then ever more fast all the way to her front door. Kit slammed open the door breathing heavily sweat dropping from her face like beads of water.
"Mom, mom!"
"Yes Kit. What do you need?"
"Watch this!"
Kit clenched her fist again and pushed all her strength into her fist, her eyes tightened pushing with all her might her face became shriveled and she became weak. Her hopes of showing off the blade of power faded and she opened her eyes.
"It didn't work?"
"What didn't work dear?"
"At the bus stop I fell and scraped my knee, and-"
"Let me see dear, It doesn't look to bad it just needs a band-aid-"
"MOM!"
"What?"
"I made a sword appear from my fist!"
Her mother looked down to the floor a new face plastered to her head.
"What?'
"Nothing, why don't you go to your room and…."
"Get on the net?"
"Sure, yes that's a great idea now go."
Kit was a tad curious about what was up with her mom but then again she was curious about what was up with her. She decided it mattered little and after she logged on to the net almost everything was forgotten. She logged on to Instant Messenger and immediately went to talk with Jake.
Jake was different just like her so best friends they were. She always told him everything; who she liked, what she liked, everything. Jake was one year older than her, this made him seven-teen. Kit had seen a picture of him on the computer and to her he was hott! His short hair was tipped blue and his eyes were deep pools of purple forever gazing.
"Jake, I have something totally cool but freaky to tell you!"
"Same here…only minus the freaky part"
"O.K. you first."
"No ladies first."
"Just go mine can wait."
"Well I, Uhhh. I like you Kit. No! I love you!"
Kit was unsure of how she should reply. She liked Jake, a lot! But she never ever had thought of him as a boyfriend, no just a friend.
"Uh… Jake I don't know what to say?'
"It's ok I expected that much. What did you have to say?"
"Well nothing like that.
"Come on please tell me?"
"Well, I conjured a sword with my own bare hands to day. And what's cool is it was the most gorgeous sword I've ever seen!"
"That's so cool!"
"Come on stop pulling my leg surely you don't believe me?"
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course!"
"Well then I believe you"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean-"
"Hold on my parents are arguing, I'll be back."
Kit stood quietly moving to the wall and placing one of her dog-ears to it as close as she could. As she listed intently she heard many confusing things. Her parents grew quieter until she could barely hear them. Kit opened the door and slowly climbed down the stairs.
"John it's time we tell Kit the truth!"
"The truth about what?'
When they heard Kit's voice above them both of her parents faces flew to her on the stairs. Their faces startled but a bit unsure and nervous. Kit's mother was the first to speak, her face now changing to dismay.
"Oh, dear. Come down here your father and I have something we need to tell you."
Kit slowly and cautiously climbed down the stairs unsure of what to expect. She shifted her eyes from one parent to the other. As Kit slowly walked to the couch her parents watched her very closely. Her mother opened her mouth to speak but found no words suitable. Kit's father opened his mouth turning to his wife then to Kit. At last her found words that he could use.
"Kit, you're a demon."
"Oh, gee thanks."
"No, really. When we moved here the owner told us of a demonic child who had been put into a deep sleep. This child laid in slumber in the shrine until that family moved and the spell became broken."
"That child…… Was…. Me, wasn't it?"
"Well, yes dear. It was."
Her parents gazed at her with the most serious of looks.
"So let me get this strait. That shrine out back has been my sleeping bed for centuries until you moved here breaking the spell and awakening me?"
"Yes, that is true. But no matter what we will always love you!"
"Do you mind if I go to my room, I need to think this over."
"sure go ahead, just don't tell Jake please?"
Kit made no reply, she simply marched to her room and closed the door. She laid against her door her knees giving way to shock and her wait. Slowly Kit slid down the door, her eyes closed face in her hands. Not until she heard her computer ring, sounding that she had a message did she remember about Jake. As she approached the computer she read the message and began to reply.
"Hello? Kit are you there?"
"Sorry Jake I'm here."
"Oh good, I thought your parents had killed you."
"No but just about."
"So what was the fight about?"
"Me."
"What about you?'
"I'm not supposed to tell you."
"Oh come on, please?"
Kit thought for a moment then decided she would tell him. Though thoughts raced through her head of disobeying her father and telling her friend the truth. After a moment she decided. The final decision was made, and she was going to tell him!
"I'm a demon."
"Really? What kind?"
"I think wolf considering the ears?"
"That's awesome so am I!"
"You mean you believe me?'
"Sure you're telling the truth right?"
"Yeah."
"Then I believe you."
"Jake I want to go to bed. Can we talk about this tomorrow, I need to think."
"Sure, sleep well."
"I'll try."
With that she shut-off her computer and slowly and seemingly painfully went to sleep.
"O.K., bye Kit. Love you!"
"Yeah, love you too."
As Kit ran out of the house up to the corner to catch her bus millions of thoughts ran through her mind. None of them having to do with demons.
Kit was different, in every way. Atop her head wolf ears moved to every sound, her eyes changed colors. When she became enraged they would turn from her aqua blue to blood red. Her hair laid in an odd way, two strands hung over her eyes. These strands were tipped purple, and keep in mind, she had been born this way.
As Kit reached the bus stop her fellow bus riders were already there.
"Hey Kit."
"Hey Malarie."
Malarie was Kit's best friend. Her hair was a stained auburn and her eyes shimmering pools of blue. Mal for the most part was normal - much to her dismay- but she had her quirks
The others at the stop were not very friendly. These not so friendly people consisted of Norma Roseman, Scot Malkon, Rosy and her twin Calvin Scot.
Norma was the snottiest girl in school and had hated Kit from day one. Scot was Norma's devoted boyfriend and slave. Rosy and Calvin….well they're in a class all their own. Regardless of their different genders they could often be found dressed the exact same (this includes dresses, skirts, and shirts).
The bus soon arrived at the stop, its doors opened to the unfriendly face of Dalvin. He had been the bus driver for many years and it was believed had at one time been very kind. Kit sat in the front seat her bag slung over shoulder now lay at her side. She looked to Dalvin and casually stated;
"Thus begins another suck ass day."
Dalvin smirked and in his own way tolled Kit that he agreed to the fullest extent. The bus soon arrived at the school and the doors were opened once again, this time releasing all of the high school students to run and try to make class before the bell.
Kit and Malarie said good-bye and went their own ways to find their lockers. When Kit arrived to her locker the boy she had a crush on - Derick a.k.a. hottest guy in school-walked right past her locker. Kit shuffled to move out of his way and admire his short golden locks of hair that gently caressed the side of his face.
The day came, came, and came again until it finally went. Her classes proving to give more homework than the Friday before and the Thursday before that. Kit stood in her and Malarie's usual spot waiting to meet up with her but was instead nearly late for the bus (Malarie had sick earlier that day and left earlier). When the bus stopped at her stop she and the other hopped off and quickly split going their own ways.
As Kit shuffled along quickly to her home her shoe lace caught under her foot and tripped her. When she looked to her knee the blood slowly pouring from her wound her pain and anger began to well within her being.
She clenched her fist, her eyes now welling to the brim with tears. A warm sensation began to fizz in her arm slowly working its way down to her hand where her fist was still clenched. Kits eyes opened just in time to see red sparks fly from where her fist joined.
A blade of pure silver formed from clear nothing. The handle on which her hand heled the blade was of gold and had jewels incrusted in it. Just below the blade the word "Kitalina" was engraved.
"Why…Why is my name, how…"
Her eyes widened in awe of the blade SHE had conjured from thin air, from thin nothing. She swings the blade from side to side, its weight feeling to be nothing. The sword could have been easily just as tall as she was( 5,4"). Kit glanced at the near by hedge and swung at the top chopping off a great gouge.
"Holy Shit!"
Kit dropped her fist and the sword instantly vanished. She jumped up and ran as fast as she could and then ever more fast all the way to her front door. Kit slammed open the door breathing heavily sweat dropping from her face like beads of water.
"Mom, mom!"
"Yes Kit. What do you need?"
"Watch this!"
Kit clenched her fist again and pushed all her strength into her fist, her eyes tightened pushing with all her might her face became shriveled and she became weak. Her hopes of showing off the blade of power faded and she opened her eyes.
"It didn't work?"
"What didn't work dear?"
"At the bus stop I fell and scraped my knee, and-"
"Let me see dear, It doesn't look to bad it just needs a band-aid-"
"MOM!"
"What?"
"I made a sword appear from my fist!"
Her mother looked down to the floor a new face plastered to her head.
"What?'
"Nothing, why don't you go to your room and…."
"Get on the net?"
"Sure, yes that's a great idea now go."
Kit was a tad curious about what was up with her mom but then again she was curious about what was up with her. She decided it mattered little and after she logged on to the net almost everything was forgotten. She logged on to Instant Messenger and immediately went to talk with Jake.
Jake was different just like her so best friends they were. She always told him everything; who she liked, what she liked, everything. Jake was one year older than her, this made him seven-teen. Kit had seen a picture of him on the computer and to her he was hott! His short hair was tipped blue and his eyes were deep pools of purple forever gazing.
"Jake, I have something totally cool but freaky to tell you!"
"Same here…only minus the freaky part"
"O.K. you first."
"No ladies first."
"Just go mine can wait."
"Well I, Uhhh. I like you Kit. No! I love you!"
Kit was unsure of how she should reply. She liked Jake, a lot! But she never ever had thought of him as a boyfriend, no just a friend.
"Uh… Jake I don't know what to say?'
"It's ok I expected that much. What did you have to say?"
"Well nothing like that.
"Come on please tell me?"
"Well, I conjured a sword with my own bare hands to day. And what's cool is it was the most gorgeous sword I've ever seen!"
"That's so cool!"
"Come on stop pulling my leg surely you don't believe me?"
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course!"
"Well then I believe you"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean-"
"Hold on my parents are arguing, I'll be back."
Kit stood quietly moving to the wall and placing one of her dog-ears to it as close as she could. As she listed intently she heard many confusing things. Her parents grew quieter until she could barely hear them. Kit opened the door and slowly climbed down the stairs.
"John it's time we tell Kit the truth!"
"The truth about what?'
When they heard Kit's voice above them both of her parents faces flew to her on the stairs. Their faces startled but a bit unsure and nervous. Kit's mother was the first to speak, her face now changing to dismay.
"Oh, dear. Come down here your father and I have something we need to tell you."
Kit slowly and cautiously climbed down the stairs unsure of what to expect. She shifted her eyes from one parent to the other. As Kit slowly walked to the couch her parents watched her very closely. Her mother opened her mouth to speak but found no words suitable. Kit's father opened his mouth turning to his wife then to Kit. At last her found words that he could use.
"Kit, you're a demon."
"Oh, gee thanks."
"No, really. When we moved here the owner told us of a demonic child who had been put into a deep sleep. This child laid in slumber in the shrine until that family moved and the spell became broken."
"That child…… Was…. Me, wasn't it?"
"Well, yes dear. It was."
Her parents gazed at her with the most serious of looks.
"So let me get this strait. That shrine out back has been my sleeping bed for centuries until you moved here breaking the spell and awakening me?"
"Yes, that is true. But no matter what we will always love you!"
"Do you mind if I go to my room, I need to think this over."
"sure go ahead, just don't tell Jake please?"
Kit made no reply, she simply marched to her room and closed the door. She laid against her door her knees giving way to shock and her wait. Slowly Kit slid down the door, her eyes closed face in her hands. Not until she heard her computer ring, sounding that she had a message did she remember about Jake. As she approached the computer she read the message and began to reply.
"Hello? Kit are you there?"
"Sorry Jake I'm here."
"Oh good, I thought your parents had killed you."
"No but just about."
"So what was the fight about?"
"Me."
"What about you?'
"I'm not supposed to tell you."
"Oh come on, please?"
Kit thought for a moment then decided she would tell him. Though thoughts raced through her head of disobeying her father and telling her friend the truth. After a moment she decided. The final decision was made, and she was going to tell him!
"I'm a demon."
"Really? What kind?"
"I think wolf considering the ears?"
"That's awesome so am I!"
"You mean you believe me?'
"Sure you're telling the truth right?"
"Yeah."
"Then I believe you."
"Jake I want to go to bed. Can we talk about this tomorrow, I need to think."
"Sure, sleep well."
"I'll try."
With that she shut-off her computer and slowly and seemingly painfully went to sleep.