Okay! So this is my second Ren Kross story. The first being 'Looking for home' anyway just to clear some things up. Just in case, you should know that this story has Inuyasha influences. Beings as there are demons and magic and stuff. But I doubt we will be seeing any of the characters from it any time soon. :)
It all happened way too fast for my liking.
One minute, I'm snapping my dinner's neck. And the next; BAM! I'm hit by a stupid supply truck and run over for good measure. But in retrospect, it was sort of my own fault for not paying better attention.
Or probably, I could have just bought my dinner at a restaurant like any other sane person. But I don't really like the thought of paying for food- however delicious it may be- when the staff and other customers are scared of you. I'd rather go for a hunt than endure the stares from some poor innocent waitress/waiter who've probably never seen a demon before.
It's not like they're gonna kick me out of the place or anything; but being in the presence of a strong demon can be very unnerving, though to my family members that would be like a field day. Especially in small towns like this; where there's little to no human-demon interaction. So I, being the nice person that I am decided to spare both of us some discomfort and hunt me something to eat.
The particular rabbit I was stalking was, for lack of a better word; a little bastard. It was a large brown rabbit, nice and healthy. I had sniffed him out a few hours ago around some shrubbery at the side of the road. Honestly speaking; I was tired and it was hot out when I spotted him, I thought it would be an easy meal. Oh how wrong I was. The thing about that damn rabbit was that he was very paranoid and cautious. It was already dark out by the time that he crossed that damned street, probably on his way to his hole or whatever.
The driver of the truck must have had some kind of grudge against animals or just have been having a bad day or something, because I swear he accelerated the truck when he saw me. Or I waited too long to pounce on the rabbit... I'm leaning towards the later. I admit I took way too long to attack.
He was just standing there, sniffing around in the middle of the street. I could have just grabbed him and gotten out of the way before either trucker nor rabbit even knew what was happening. But I hesitated, trying not to startle him like on my earlier attempts.
The fact that I didn't see the truck until the last second is what really confused me. I should have been able to see him from quite the distance, even in the dark. But I didn't, I didn't even hear the engine or smell the gas. I was too focused on my struggling meal and didn't think to watch my surroundings. Am I an idiot or what? No wonder I'm a runt.
So there I was. Laying on the ground on my side in a heap of pain, I didn't even want to breath. I was too scared that it'll hurt more if I did. But I moved anyway, moving my head to look at the trucks tail lights as they drove on in to some predetermined location. I'm almost certain that at the very least one of my ribs is broken, my back hurt too from being dragged across the road under that truck. My front left leg is probably fractured as well, I would probably not be able to walk without trouble for days, maybe weeks; since I've noticed that ever since I left the family territory that it takes longer for me to heal from injuries... or at least it feels that way.
Not that I mind though. I don't regret leaving my home and family behind. I love my family, and I miss them dearly. But it just didn't feel right to stay there. Their way of life is so different than what I want.
My family's idea of a happy life is to marry into another rich well-bred family where we could rise in power and influence over humans and whatever else that may stand in our way. It's been that way for many generations and will continue on with my siblings and other family members who share in our parents' idealism.
But I don't want that. Yes, I want to get married and have pups, but I want to marry my intended mate –If I even find him in this lifetime—. Not just some wealthy well-bred CEO that is only interested in my pretty face or my father's power.
I guess you could say that I'm the black sheep of the family. The little weirdo that is way too nice to humans, the one who doesn't want to be just another generation of power and influence, but one of love and peace. A peacefully fun-filled life. —Wow. The pain must be really getting to me. I'm not usually this open about my feelings.—
I was brought out of my musing by a pair of headlights coming down the old worn down road in front of me. 'I should move out of the way' I thought meekly as I watched the lights come closer. I took as deep of a breath as I dared and started to move my un-injured legs in an effort to use the friction to move my mangled body. It hurt like hell. But it was better that getting run over again by another vehicle. I even went as far as to use my tail to try and push myself, which most likely did more harm than good.
I barely made it a few inches by the time that the car—now identified as an old white pick-up truck—got within a few feet of me, coming to a gentle stop. I didn't know what to expect from whoever was in that truck. It could have been a friendly farmer just as easily as it could have been an anxious serial killer looking for a quick fix. What I didn't even fathom was that from that old truck would appear a skinny woman with blond hair pulled up into a simple pony tail. Wearing baby blue hospital nurse scrubs and adorable pink nurse shoes.
She was obviously human, somewhere in her late twenties very early thirties. She walked to my crippled form slowly, as if afraid that I might jump up and eat her at any moment. Which, if this situation had happened maybe a few decades ago then yes; that would be a definite possibility. But this was the twenty first century, we all have higher standards in life; I would never hurt her without probable cause.
I watched her with cautious eyes as she came. She didn't look threatening, though looks can be deceiving. But I decided to put my guard down when I saw the look of absolute worry she had on her face. Her eyes flew up and down my body quickly, obviously looking for more injuries than what was prominent. Finally her blue eyes came to my golden ones. I still didn't know what to make of her, and she of me so we just sort of stared at each other for a while.
After what felt like hours, we deemed eachother a non-threat and relaxed a bit. I gave her a silent nod of permission to go ahead and inspect me further. She was quite appalled at my display of intelligence but kept quiet as she crouched down to a kneeling position in front of me. I bet she thought that I was an actual dog and not something more powerful and dangerous. Humans are so cute, stupid, but cute. Deciding to keep quiet about my race, I merely gave a pained whine when she set her hand on my ribcage.
"Oh you poor baby" She mumbled in sympathy, which was a new emotion to bear witness too. "It's alright sweetheart, you're safe now." She continued to coo' as her hands flew all around my person, determining my state of health.
I simply watched her in curiosity. Wondering that if she really knew what I was, she'd be running to the hills. But she ignored my stare in favor of focusing on my left leg. Which was either fractured or broken; dealer's choice. Her hands were gentle and soft against my fur, like silk. I've never met a human with such soft hands. Not that I've met many humans before but that's just a technicality.
She took my fractured limb in her hands, lifting it a few inches to inspect the damage further. Turning it to the sides, looking for any bones sticking out from odd angles. But alas like all good thing the peaceful moment was lost when she accidentally squeezed my paw painfully. I involuntarily jumped from my laying position, emitting a yelp of pain.
"Watch it" I snapped, half glaring at her as she fell back on her butt in surprise at my outburst. I froze instantly at the realization that I had just blown my cover. The woman stared at me from her spot on the ground, her eyes as wide as diner plates. Is this a bad time to also remember that you're starving? Oh well.
We stared at each other for what felt like hours. Her yes showing almost nothing but wonder and surprise. Though unlike her, my eyes were laced with worry and dread. If she freaks out right now, she could run me over with her truck. I'm not prepared to get run over again, that shit hurts. So I did what any practical person would do in this situation.
"Don't freak out! I sear I'm harmless. I would never hurt you!" I babbled, trying to make myself as non- threatening as possible. She was dumb-struck at my proclamation, her mouth falling and creating an 'O'.
"You talk" she whispered in amazement. "Oh my god" She said a bit louder. "You're a demon" She concluded, an odd look coming to her face. It was like a cross between excitement and disbelief. Like when you see your favorite actor or musician in person for the first time. I was sort of used to being on the receiving end of that look, being the daughter of a revered leader such as my father does that to you. But I've never seen that look so up close before.
Suddenly she jumped up from the ground to her feet. Jumping up and down like a lunatic. "Finally! This is amazing! I've always wanted to meet a demon. Oh my god! I'm the luckiest girl in the world!" she all but shouted. I stared at her with wide eyes. Inching away from her as quietly as I could; this human was weird. And here I thought I'd freak her out.
"Okay, okay Sarah keep it together. Stay cool, it's no big deal. It's just the moment you've been waiting for since you were ten and that demon saved your cat. Just... Be cool." She babbled to herself while pacing in front of me. After she was sure that she wouldn't freak out again. She turn to face me again, an excited smile on her face.
"Hi there, I'm Sarah Lennox. It's an honor to meet you." She said as she crouched down; in front of me, happy as ever, extending her hand so I could shake it. I blinked at her extended hand, still processing her little episode. Not that I could shake it or anything.
After a few seconds of silence between us I spoke. "Hi, I'm Ren Kross nice to meet you as well" I said back skeptically with a tense smile. Sarah's smile widened, if that's even possible. She squealed a bit causing my ears to flattened at its high pitch.
"Uh Sarah, I don't mean to be rude or ruin your moment or anything but I could use some help here." I said as kindly as possible.
Snapping out of her daze, she came back to the situation at hand. "Right sorry, I got excited. I've just always wanted to meet a demon. They don't really come to this little old town. " she explained as she went back to checking my wounds.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened?" She asked me as she once again inspected my leg. In that moment I was glad that I couldn't blush in my demon form, the embarrassment would have killed me.
"Well... I uh got run over by a supply truck when I was distracted with that rabbit over there" I mumbled while motioning toward the offending rabbit corpse not too far from us, internally cursing at it.
Sarah looked at the rabbit with a small frown. "That must've hurt" she mused to herself. "Well you need a cast for both your leg and ribs. No matter how fast you heal as a demon. They still need to be stabilized." She said as she stood up and turned to head towards her truck. I pouted at the thought of having to be confided to a cast for god knows how long. I've never had to wear one before so it would be a new experience.
"Annabelle sweetie, help me get the blanket from the trunk and put on the back seat please." I heard her say to this mystery Annabelle. My ears perked up as I heard a small voice respond to Sarah's command. Then the back door to the truck opened and out came a little girl, about five or six. She wore a pale yellow shirt with a pink flower at the front and blue shorts with white sneakers. With beautiful curly blond hair that came to her shoulders and big blue eyes, a very adorable pup indeed.
Though, I was surprised that I hadn't sensed her before this. Geez I'm getting bad at this stuff. The little girl watched me for a moment before Sarah who was obviously the pup's mother called her to the back and gave her a pile of cloth that I assume was the blanket. The little girl known as Annabelle came bounding to the back seat of the truck, climbed in and proceeded to place the blanket over the seat.
Sarah then started to walk to me with a determined look on her face. She stood in front of me with her hands on her hips. "You know, I really should have known that you were a demon. I mean look at the size of you, you're huge. No offence, but no normal dog is that size." She said pursing her lips in thought.
I nodded, only half agreeing with her conclusion. "Actually I'm smaller than most. Since I'm a runt I'm smaller than the rest of my family." I explained, eyeing my form. In truth I was bigger than normal dogs. I looked like one of those wolf type dogs in a Grate Danes body. But I was still smaller than even my mother; who, before I was born was the smallest in the family.
Sarah eyebrows rose up, as she processed the information. "Wow, I can't imagine how big the largest demon in your family is." She said, tilting her head to the side.
"My grandfather" I said simply. "Now how are we going to do this?" I asked her, looking to Annabelle who has been standing behind her mother watching me with curious eyes. I gave her a toothy smile, getting a small one in return.
"Ok well, I could support you're front and you could use your back legs to walk there." She offered.
"Sure let's do it" I said, gently moving myself to lay on my stomach so I could push off the ground. Sarah nodded and moved to my side to grab a hold of me. Once we were set, I pushed my back legs off of the ground as Sarah lifted my front as best she could. We shuffled toward the back seat of the truck, somehow managing to climb up to the seat and settle down there without any accidents.
The other door to the back seat opened to reveal Annabelle, climbing up as well and siting in her booster seat next to me. She smiled and mumbled a 'Hi' to me as she buckled herself in.
"Okay, is everyone set?" Sarah asked from behind me at the door. Both Annabelle and I nodded yes, resulting in an amused smile from Sarah. She closed the door and headed to the driver's seat. She got in and restarted the truck. During the ride Sarah told me about her husband and her work as a nurse at the local hospital and she also admitted to be fascinated by my kind ever since she was little and a demon that was in town helped her find her cat; in return I told her about my family and my wish to live a simpler life than them. Dare I say that we have become friends.
She even offered to let me stay with her as long as I needed or wanted too. I was vaguely surprised that she trusted me with staying at her home and family but shrugged it off as just being a demon fanatic. I was looking forward to meeting her husband who was away doing some super-secret military thing, As well as seeing Sarah's house. I hoped it was nice and homey like I imagine it is.
This should be interesting.
First Story to be updated for grammatical errors and the like.