The day was bright and sunny, almost no demons in sight. The forest was quiet, only the birds and other wood animals could be heard. Only one demon was there. She was quiet pretty with her Black hair and her eyes were gold almost to the point where they looked like fire. She was rather tall for a girl who was only 15 and quiet developed.

If she had went to the city people would have said she had the same body shape as Lora Croft, only with cat ears, a tail, and sharp nails. Her name; Nuria. Nuria had run away from home. Her family had slowly stopped showing up. It first started when her grandmother, who was rightfully, named Alexandra. Her grandfather came next, he really didn't like his real name which was Leonardo, and so she had always called him Grandpa Leo. Her mother and Father, Juliana and Ace, left just after them with her older brother, Cole, and younger sister, Nielie.

Nuria was left there to care for herself. She didn't mind, if they didn't want to take care of her so be it. It was either they left her or they all died. Nuria doubted they all died just like that; there'd be some panic, worry, mourning, and moving to a different place. She sighed, and picked up a few berries. And sniffed them. 'Smells good…looks good' she thought. She put one of the berries in her mouth and chewed. Immediately she spit it out. 'Note to self, tastes horrible!' Nuria stood up.

Where would she go now? Living alone wouldn't be the answer; she'd be driven insane by all the silence. 'Should I go to the city? What would I do there? I'd stick out like a sore thumb' She thought. She was right, she wore a red spaghetti strap shirt with lots of lace on it, making the pattern on the shirt like something you'd find on those fancy iron gates with all the curly bars. With that she wore a long green skirt, her shoes were mere sandals scuffed up from wearing them for so long.

Then again she could always return home and pick up her Violin; she had been playing since she was a mere five year old girl. Maybe she could play on the streets? Nuria stood up. Life was taking its time deciding what to do with her so maybe it was time for her to make some decisions. She walked back along the river, ignoring the nasty fruit.

Walking soon turned into running. She would go to the city and play her violin, her sweet music that she had known all her life as her only comfort. She ran until she had seen the roof of a small home.

The house was pretty small, and made from wood, like the cabins people rented for the winter. Nuria stopped moving completely, her hair had stopped whisping in the air and fell to her knees. Her hair was quiet long and she had no intention of cutting it. "We meet again" she muttered to herself.

She walked open to the door and opened it. She found no reason to lock the door, after all the nearest person who would actually know about this house would be about…700 miles away. Nuria walked into the small house, the first room was the living room. Small, yet not too small. The fire place was out, so the cabin was very cold.

The furniture was just as plain as the cabin. They weren't too soft or too uncomfortable, just right. They were a dark green. She looked around the room trying to remember where it was. "Come one where are you?" She muttered as if it could actually hear her. She sighed and got up; it wasn't in the living room. Maybe the kitchen? Nuria turned and entered the kitchen.

It was just how she and her family had left it. It was remotely clean despite all the pots and pans on the counter waiting to be washed. 'Would it really be in here? I mean the only time I ever really hid it in here was when I got grounded.' Nuria thought to herself. Then again she had gotten grounded a lot mostly for being caught on the roof.

Nuria searched under the pots and pans. No luck, so she went to her room. Her room was fairly simple enough; bed, desk, dresser, closet, T.V., an amp for the violin, and an IPod. It wasn't what was in the room that made her room unique from the other bed rooms, but what the décor looked like. Her bed was Very Goth like, four posts that went up to the ceiling with a Dark red silk drapes on it.

She had quiet large pillows o the bed, the covers were black and had black lace edges. Her bed spread was just the same as her pillows, only the lace was red. Her walls were also a shade of red, it wasn't so dark that it seemed to be always night, but it could very easily be mistaken for puddles of blood. Yep her room was special. "Room sweet room" She muttered.

She looked around the room, no violin in sight. She looked under her bed. "There you are!" she exclaimed. She took out the violin which was black as night itself, the strings were pure white. Nuria also took out the bow which had the same colors. She played her violin just to see if she needed it tuned or not. She played a B flat scale. Nope no tuning needed.

Nuria smiled. This brought back so many memories of when she was younger.

(Flash back)

Nuria was in the living room, sitting at her grandpa's foot, He was in the chair. "Play string! Play string!" Nuria would say. She was only about 3 years old or so. She would call the violin 'string' because well it's a string instrument.

Her grandpa looked down at her with a sweet smile on his face. He picked up the violin and began to play an old, but peppy song. Cole wasn't very interested in the music as Nuria was. No, he was more interested in the candy in His grandmothers' purse that he could steal.

Cole reached his hand into the purse, but was gently slapped away. He looked up and saw his grandmother. She wagged her finger and him meaning "Not until after dinner". Cole just crossed his arms and sat back down in his chair. Nuria was mesmerized by the way her grandfather played the violin. He had a firm grip but not so much so it wouldn't make any sound.

The song had ended and Grandpa Leo put down the Violin for a moment and slowly stood up. "Would you like to learn to play, my little Nuria?" he asked her sweetly. Nuria nodded her head eagerly. The old man smiled and turned her around. He placed the violin in her hands ad showed her how to hold it in playing position, then handed her the bow and showed her how to hold it.

Nuria played the note, which was unknown. It came out s bit scratchy and sharp, but not bad for a beginner. Nuria jumped up and down excitedly, the violin out of playing position and on the coffee table. "I did it I did it!" She said excitedly. Grandpa Leo just smiled, ruffled her hair and said, "That's my girl"

(End of Flash back)

Nuria smiled as the happiness of that memory flowed back into her heart. Oh, how she missed her family. Maybe they'd gone on a trip without telling her, or maybe they thought I'd follow m brother and sister? Perhaps. Nuria shook her head to clear out her memories. She went in search of her violins case. "Okay, so you're not in the…closet…" she mumbled to herself finally she had found it under her bed, she opened the case, it was covered in dust and cobwebs.

"Guess it's been a while since I've used this" She could never remember one time she was not with her violin. She took the cloth that was just sitting there on her night stand and she began to wipe away all the dust and cobwebs. As she did this more memories came back, like when she had gotten her first violin, her thirteenth birthday.

Once it was clean she placed her violin and bow in the case, packed a few clothes, and a few hundred dollars she had saved up, into a bag that was good for walking long distances, but big enough to hold as many things she needed.

She went to the kitchen packed something to eat and walked to the front door, and looked back. The house was peaceful and quiet. Nuria smiled, picked up the key from a pot that held a small tree. She then closed the door and locked it, slipping the key into her pocket.

Nuria had been walked at least a few 100 miles worth. She could no longer see the old house she had lived in. It was nearing nightfall already. There had been a few travelers that offered her to join them but she po

litely turned them down, since she was on the way to the city and they weren't. A few minutes passed and suddenly there was very little light. Thunder crashed. Nuria looked up, 'the news didn't say anything of a storm' she thought. Sure enough it started to rain, with thunder and lightning. Nuria looked around and searched for a cave of some sort, or anything that would keep her safe. Finally she looked to her right and saw a cave. She made a dash for it as soon as the rain started pouring down. Once inside she looked back out, lightning covered the sky when it flashed. Nuria set down her pack and sat on the ground.

She grabbed her pack and began shuffling through all the clothes and food and pulled out a lantern with some matches. With one strike the match lit and she lighted the lantern. "Who are you?" a voice growled from the back of the cave, startling Nuria.

She turned around to see what had said that and saw a boy. He looked about the same age as her, if not older. He had black messy hair, which was neither too short nor long. His features reminded her of Johnny Depp. He was rather tall as well, long legs, nothing but muscle. He had no shirt so his chest was showed off, not that Nuria was complaining. In his hands was a very long staff with spikes in them. "A traveler looking for shelter" she said, not trusting him yet with her name.

The boy stood up and lowered his staff so that it was right next to him. He looked at her as though he was studying her. "What's someone like you doing all the way out here?" He asked. "I lived farther out then this" She replied, ignoring his question. So he asked it again. Nuria sighed. "I'm on my way to this city" she said. He sat down next to her. "Why?" he asked. Apparently someone didn't know when to mind his own business. "Why do you want to know?" she asked suspiciously. "Because I was headin' to the city" He said. "and I thought it'd be nice if we could go together…even though we had just met, I can tell I can trust you" He continued. Nuria smiled a little. "What's your name?" He asked. Nuria wasn't sure if she should. "Okay I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours" He said making a deal. Nuria nodded. "My name is Steven" He said.

Nuria thought he didn't look like a Steven but some what the name suited him. "I'm Nuria" She said. "Pretty name" he commented, Nuria just smirked. "Now back to my question, why are you going to the city" He asked. Nuria sighed. Perhaps she might as well tell him, then again perhaps not. "I'm going to the city to basically start my life. MY family either all died or abandon me, either way I'm alone, so I decided to instead of wallow in misery to make something of myself" she explained. Steven listened carefully to her, like each word was its own story. "And that's just about it really" she said looking to him.

"So what's your story?" She asked. Steven sighed and looked to the ground. "When I turned fourteen my family died, my parents were dead as were my grandparents. There's a rumor going around where I lived that some of my brothers and sisters actually survived and that they were living in the city. I wanted to see for myself if that rumor was true or not, so I packed my things and left," when he had Finished telling his story he looked back up at her. His mysterious green eyes filled with sadness and hope at the same time. "Well, I would love to join you on the way to the city" She said. "If you don't mind" she continued.

Steven smiled, and when he did Nuria was so glad that the cave was partially dark. She was blushing, she could feel it. 'All right so he's cute' she thought to herself. All his teeth were white and straight. It made her wonder if he had ever had braces. "I don't mind" He said, accepting her to join him.

Thunder crashed and Nuria jumped closer to him. "Afraid of a little thunder are we?" He teased. By the way he talked he could very well be from Ireland. Nuria stuck her tongue out at him. Just as she did another crash sounded and she grabbed onto his arm. Steven rolled his eyes and wrapped his strong arms around her and in a soothing voice said "relax Lamb, your fine". 'Apparently my nickname is now lamb' she thought. She didn't fight his putting his arms around her, she welcomed it. The two fell asleep like that as the storm continued.

Nuria woke up the next morning warm and comfortable. She looked up and saw Steven who was also asleep. "Hey…Steven … wake up" she whispered to him loud enough for him to hear if he were awake. She shook him gently and he woke up. "Huh? Why are we up so early?" He asked. "Better to get a move on while we can, the earlier we start the faster we get there. " Nuria reasoned. Steven stood up as did Nuria. Stevens' stomach growled. "Was that a bear or are you just hungry?" Nuria teased.

Steven smiled and asked "Do you have any food? Or is that your over active imagination?" Nuria took out a box of Maruchan noodles. She tossed it to him and he caught it with ease. "Got any warm water?" He asked. Nuria shook her head. "Just eat it like that; it tastes like chips, salty chips." She said. Steven shrugged and broke the soup into tiny pieces and ate. Nuria did the same. They ate in silence.

Later they picked up their things and were just about to leave the cave when Steven went running back in. "What are you doing?" she asked, looking back at him, her hair tied into a long braid, slightly waving in the light breeze. "My staff!" He called back. "Why?" she asked as he ran back up beside her.

Now that it was daylight she could see that on his handsome face he had a few scars, they were white too. One ran across his left cheek and the other one was across his face not going near either of his pretty green eyes either. "Never know what you might run into out here" Steven said answering her question. Nuria came out of her daydream and turned her attention to him. "Are you ready now or do you need time for make up too?" she teased. Steven laughed and said, "No I think I'm good"

The hours passed by quickly and silently. They had been walking for quite a while. It would surprise Nuria if they were half way to the city. Nuria couldn't help to think of last night
(Flash back)
"There's a rumor going around where I lived that some of my brothers and sisters actually survived and that they were living in the city. I wanted to see for myself if that rumor was true or not, so I packed my things and left,"

(End flash back)

Nuria looked up at him and almost swooned. Sunlight was shining down on his face in just the right way, making him look sooo much cuter. Steven looked down at her and saw she was staring at him. "You okay??" He asked. Nuria looked away so he couldn't see the blush on her face. "Y-yeah I'm fine" she said, trying not to sound like she's hiding something. "Something's bugging you I can tell" He said in his wonderful Irish accent. "Well I was just wondering…what did you mean when you said that your sisters and brothers may have survived, what did you mean by that?" She asked.

Steven sighed as if he had seen this question coming, just not so soon. "When we were younger, before we were ever in this part of the woods, we were out to the West; we were just sitting out in the yard, when my siblings and I were called inside, they all went ahead while I stayed behind, believe it or not I was quiet the stubborn child." He said while laughing a little. This made Nuria giggle a little bit.

Then he continued, "We were out in our pasture so we were pretty far from the house. Then suddenly they stopped and looked up to the sky, I did the same and saw something falling in the sky. We didn't know what it was so we just stared. The noise was unbearable loud! I covered my ears like I saw my siblings do, but it didn't help.

Then I saw my parents and grandparents trying to get out of the house, more of those little things were falling down from the sky. The suddenly one of them hit the house and all I remember is a flash of light, fire then waking up in the hospital" He said sadly.

Then he continued, "After I had regained full consciousness they told me that my family was dead" he was now finished with his story. Nuria just realized the 'things falling from the sky' were bombs. His house was bombed.

Nuria was about to say she was sorry but Steven put his hand out as if to say 'don't say you're sorry, there's nothing you could have done' Nuria sighed and once again looked up at him.

When she did that it always reminded her he was much taller than she was. "Come on let's get moving" he said with a sad smile. Nuria just then realized that they had stopped walking.

They began walking again with Steven in front and Nuria a step behind him. "So what part of the city are you going to? I'm going to the East, its where they have all the records of people and the hospital. They might know where my siblings are, if they are alive." Steven stated. Nuria looked up to the sky with her eyes filled with hope and said, "I'm also going to the East side, and it's also where they have all the theaters and auditions." "Where will you go if you don't make it?" He asked.

Nuria shrugged. "I don't know, I most likely get a job somewhere else, get an apartment or something and audition next time there's one available. " She said. "You sing?" He asked.

Nuria almost snorted and laughed, her almost snorting made Steven laugh too. "Ah, no. I can't sing a little but It wouldn't get me anywhere. No, I play the violin." Stevens' eyes widened. "Really now?" He asked and Nuria nodded. Nuria had been wondering why the first time he met her he didn't freak out about the fact that she was a demon.

How her mind wandered to this she didn't know but it did. "Can ye play me a song?" He asked. Once again they had stopped walking. "Well I suppose I could…" She said reaching into her pack and taking out the violins case.

Steven stopped her and pulled her over to the shade of a very large tree and sat down. Nuria just shrugged it off and sat her pack down, apparently this was break time. Nuria sat down on a rock that was near Steven and put the case in her lap. She took the Violin out gently, along with the bow and set the case on the grass. Nuria sat up straight; she was on the edge of the rock.

She put the violin into playing position, played a few notes to make sure she was in tune. She then just took a breather and began to play the violin. She played long, slow, slurred notes which were dark and whole, but not horrible in any way. Her playing got faster and much brighter and cheerier. It reminded him of his home back in Ireland.

It reminded him of all the parties his friends had invited him to. Laughter, happiness, joy, it was all there. Steven found himself smiling. He looked up at Nuria and was almost knocked dead. He had already thought Nuria was smart and fairly pretty but this, this blew those thoughts away. Light shimmered down around her. She wasn't wearing the cruddy clothes that she had worn yesterday; she must have changed some time.

Today she was wearing jeans, that seemed to be tight, either that or the pervert in his mind that had been buried a long time ago, decided to make them look tight. She was wearing a shirt similar to the one she had worn the day before but it was different. It was a light red with the hem of the shirt having blue lace on it.

The straps weren't just simple straps they were simply lace themselves. The colors of the shirt matched her pretty eyes. Her hair was lightly flowing in the breeze, the ends of her hair slightly unraveling themselves from the braid.

By the time Steven had come out of his happy daydream Nuria had stopped playing. She relaxed and scooted more onto the rock so she wouldn't fall off. "That was beautiful" He said.

She blushed, smiled the shrugged. "That wasn't anything, just random notes." Steven just shook his head. "So what are your talents?" she asked. "What do you do? Study medicine? Study dead bodies? Boxer?" She guessed. Steven smirked. No way he was gonna tell her that he was a writer. It didn't seem to him that men couldn't become writers, unless they were gay, which was wrong and he knew it.

His brain was just programmed that way. "Well, tell me!" she pleased impatiently. Steven laughed, here he thought she was so mature like, but here she was acting like an impatient little girl who wanted her doll back from her brother. "I'm a writer, well I was. While I was younger and thought all my siblings were dead I wrote stories, and if I felt like it even poems, mostly about the love I never had from any one besides family and friends, or about the sadness I felt when my family died."

Me: well there's your new chapter...for Nuria's story…hope you like it an PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review