The wind howled high against the Highlands, shaking the skeletal trees as they clung to their rooted home. A child pushes past the fallen leaves and barren trees, her long chocolate hair dancing around her head like a halo of willow leaves. Bright blue eyes hooded with long dark lashes glance about the dark forest as she makes her way back to her home. Her bare feet smack against the leaves as she comes up the pass to her home. The stone house had the look of the castles that were still around in the country of Scotland. Yet this was much more humble than that of the old castles. Above the heavy wooden door to the fortress was an Archer with a ring of Holly at his feet etched into the stone itself. The child opens the door only to find that the house was dark. Not a sound came from the halls of the home. "Hello?" The child murmured, her rough brogue coming out into a small whimper.
The silence swallowed her voice. The child took a step onto the dark wood floors of her home and shuddered. Something was in her home. Her face twisted with worry as she padded forward, her feet pushing her up the stairs. That was when she heard it, a small whimper came from her older sister's room and the child found that she was running to it. "Anoushka!" The little girl snarled.
The little girl pushed open her sister's room, finding her ensnared by a demon. The demon looked like it was going to eat her. The demon glared at her, his mouth twisting up into a cruel smile. "Ah, so she decides to join us. Hello, little bitch." The demon growled.
The demon held Anoushka by her straight red hair and her hazel eyes twisted in agony as she looked to her sister. "Put her down you putrid beast!" The child said, her face twisting with white fury.
"What? Are you going to kill me just as you did to my brother?" The demon said, this time his face twisting with hatred.
"Put. Her. Down!"
The demon pointed over to the right of the door and grinned. "Perhaps you should be a bit more careful what you say to me. This one could end up like them."
The child's eyes grew wide as she slowly peered over to where the demon was pointing. Right next to Anoushka's book shelf were two figures lying in awkward, bent positions. One of them was shirtless, his broad face void of any color. She stared at the man with curly blonde hair and the same eyes as her own. The other was a woman, dark skin, just as her own, draining from color. Her dark chestnut eyes seemed to cut through the girl's soul, her long brown hair fanned out just like the blood soaking into her pink sari.
Her parents were dead.