It was rainy that night,
Neama could still remeber it well.
She had left her house wanting to feel the rain on her skin.
She was only ten, but even at this age she knew lonelyness,and feared it.
Back then she had wanted nothing more than a friend,
someone who would be true and loyal, someone who would not leave her side.
Neama could still remember her shock when she saw Natascha for the first time.
A child, drenched by the rain, with eyes the colour of dried blood.
'You called?',she could still remember how empty Natascha's voice sounded back then.
Neama noted their similairity back then;
they were both small with honey blonde hair and maybe if looked at from behind similar enough to be mmistaken for one another.
Neama could still remeber the stutter in her voice as she replied:
'Are you going to stay woth me forever?'
back then Neama didnm't understand the grave importance of her words.
'If that is your wish?',the girl across from her smiled meekly but there was a danger hidden in that innocent smile that Neama didn't understand,
'the only thing I want as a repayment for fullfilling your wishes is your soul.'
'My soul?',Neama had never been that confused in her life.
'Yes, your soul for me to feed upon once you have deceased.',
Natascha's voice was cold and her eyes were calculating.
Neama didn't need lot of time to decide she wanted a someone to saty with her till the end and she would offer everything for someone like that,
even her soul.
'I except.'
But this happened four years ago,
by nw it was nothing more than a fond memory of their first meeting.
It was a cherrished memory to Neama,
though she wasn't quite sure how Natascha felt about it.
'Are you well?',Neama was pulled out of her flashback by a familiar voice.
'Yeah,thanks Tasch.'
The maid placed a tray infront of her mastress,
'Your tea, miss.'
Neama still couldn't believe it,
four years ago a demon answered her call and became her maid.
Neama smiled,
'Thank you but call me by my name, I feel uncomfortable and old when you call me miss.'
Natascha bowed,'As you wish.'
Somehow Natascha sounded too much like a maid, and not enough like a friend.
Maybe Neama hadn't explained the role of a friend well enough,
or maybe Natascha thought of it as part of the contract,
who's mark she carried above her belly button. they had made all these years ago;
it upset Neama to even think about their relation ship that way.
'Mi- I mean Neama-sama, your tea is getting cold, are you sure you are ok?',
at times like these Neama thought she could hear concern in Natascha's voice,
but it might have just been good acting skills.
'Yeah I'm good, but cut out the 'sama', kay?',
Natascha twitched, 'Yes my lady.',
this was Natascha's starndart pharse and Neama loathed it.
'Neama, you look upset.'again that hint of concern.
'Nah.I'm fine.'Neama smiled,
'that's you solved those maths problems?'
'Not really.',Neama scratched the back of her head.
Natascha sighed beFore helping Neama with those pesky maths equations.
