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Chapter One

It was near nightfall when a man stumbled home drunk from being out at the bars. His eyes were rimmed in red and he clenched his fists in anger. Walking up to a faded gray house with bars on the upper windows he slowly unlocks the front door. With a hard shove it slams into the wall once more leaving a dent. He growls out in anger and hears a slight whimper come from the basement.

He moves quickly towards the basement stairs and unlocking the door throws it open as well. He grumbles to himself as he stomps down the stairs scanning the room for his child. A whimper comes from the corner as he lays his eyes on the dirty child. His lips curl back and he grins slightly as he stumbles closer to her. "I know I told ye before to keep your damn mouth shut!"

Tears fill her eyes and in a soft whisper says, "I'm sorry papa."

He pulls his hand back and strikes her across the face, "I'll show you sorry you bitch!"

She falls forward and a snarl escapes his mouth as he removes his black leather belt. With belt in hand he smacks it across his open hand as the girl remains on her hands and knees. She knows if she moves he would hurt her even more. With a silent scream; he raises the belt over his head and brings it harshly across her back. She chokes back a cry as tears run freely down her eyes. He repeats the action over and over; hitting her all across her back. Finally he lets the belt fall from his hands as he turns his head away from her.

He steps back and as he does trips on her bedding. the girl turns her head and watches with tear filled eyes as he falls to the ground hitting his head on the stone floor. He doesn't rise up and she looks towards the still open door. Without another thought she grabs her thin blanket and throws it around her shoulders as she runs up the stairs.

Running to the front door she finds that it too is still open. It's starting to snow now and knowing this might be her only chance to escape she flees into the darkening night. Her bare feet pound on the cold ground as she runs as hard and as fast as she can. She hears a bellow come over her shoulder and not wanting to glance back turns down a road. As she grows tired and her feet begin to numb she slows down: after turning down another road.

The wind swept around the shivering figure that limped blindly down the deathly silent road. Houses with their bright shining lights were passed without a single thought towards them. Snow began falling and soon covered the earth in a thick blanket of white. Shoeless and near frozen the figure pauses at a house that held no curtains and seemed to be void of any life. With a soft groan the girl moves closer towards the door and trying the handle found it to be unlocked.

Opening the door just a crack the girl slips inside and shutting the harsh wind out looked around the room in silence. Surprisingly it was empty, but was much warmer than it was outside. Peeking out the window a soft sigh escaped her lips as she watched her footprints disappear in the falling snow. Removing the thin frayed cloak from around her shoulders she allows it to fall soundlessly to the floor.

Long midnight black hair fell to her ankles and pale gray eyes scanned the room once more. From what she could tell the house had been empty for a long time. Yet she was uncertain as to why the front door was unlocked. With a slight shake of her head she walked towards a stairway that went to the second floor. Creeping up the stairs in silence she peered around the corner into a musty old room, nothing was in there. Turning she went to head back downstairs but spotted a door that looked like part of the wall. Placing her hand on it she pulled it open slightly and her mouth dropped open in complete surprise.

Licking her thin pale pink lips she entered the inviting room. It was warm, it had no window and there was food in here. Pulling the door part way shut she looked around for who might have been in there, but saw not a person at all. Her eyes landed on the heavily blanketed bed which was large to begin with. With a slight smile on her face she pulled a small blanket from the bed and wrapped it around her cold shoulders. Walking closer to the heater she sat down stretching out her bare feet towards it.

A smile crossed her face as her feet slowly began to thaw out. She curled up on the floor near the heater and could not help but doze off. Her long hair fell over her slumbering face and she pulled the small blanket around her further.

An hour went by and finally the bed was lifted up and out slipped a blue monster with chocolate brown eyes. He scratched his horn as he looked around his little hideout. He scratched his head as he saw one of his favorite blankets on the floor near his heater. "I don't remember leaving that there," he said to himself.

Walking towards the blanket he reached down and his blue fingers wrapped around the corner of it. He pulled but it didn't move, in fact it seemed like it was stuck. He tugged the blanket once more and caused what was in it to roll out of it. His eyes widened as he dropped down to one knee. reaching out with a single finger he poked the dark haired thing, causing it to let out a soft moan.

Rolling onto her side the girl wiped the remains of sleep from her eyes as she sat up. Something or someone had poked her, but she knew she was the intruder here. She lifted her head slightly and stared into a very surprised creature. "Your not suppose to be here," it said.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave."

He looked at her in surprise, she didn't scream she didn't appear to be frightened and she had barely anything on. His cheeks darkened slightly as he realized exactly how little she wore. "Wait you don't have to leave," he answered.

"It's not a problem I shouldn't have snuck in here."

"It's fine," he said as he wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.

She looked up into his kind eyes and as she was about to say something she heard a bellow from just outside the house. "ARAMINA, YOU'RE MAKING THIS WORSE ON YOURSELF!"

She starts shaking uncontrollably as she hears the front door being kicked open. Quickly without a word the blue teen pushes the door completely shut making it appear once more like a wall on the other side. He turns off the heater casting the room into complete darkness. Wrapping the blanket tighter around the girl he easily picks her up and heads toward the bed. Using one hand he lifts it with ease before jumping under it with her tight in his grasp.

With her in his arms they fall into darkness and he lands on his two feet with ease. Keeping her in his arms he feels angry with how light she is and knows that she is much too small for her own good. He trudges down several alley ways and glances at the girl who won't stop shaking in his arms. Her eyes are tightly shut and a harsh cough escapes her pale lips. With a sigh he heads straight to his home, he knows deep down that the girl might not last another week if she stayed up there.

As he comes to his door he pushes it open with his foot and turning sideways enters quietly. Setting the girl down on his couch he walks into another room only to return in moments with a heavier blanket. Placing this over the girl, she finally opens her eyes and looks at him in surprise. Sitting on the little footstool in front of the couch he watches the girl with a slight smile. "You're safe now."

She looks around and realizes that she is no longer in the room at the house, but now she wondered where she was. A harsh cough racks through her small body and she falls back against the couch cushion. Tentatively he reaches out a hand and presses the back of it to her forehead, with a frown he says, "you have a fever."

Keeping her head on the cushion she speaks, "where am I?"

"Your at my home, you're safe here I promise."

"Who are you?"

A smile crosses his lips, "me I'm gods gift to monsters, names Maurice my fine lass, and who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

A frown crosses her lips, "I'm Aramina, aren't monsters suppose to be scary?

"Do I look scary to you Aramina?"

"No, you seem kind and you look nice."

"Nice huh, and here I was hoping I looked sexy or hot."

A blush crossed her face and he winked at her. "Don't worry about it babe."

With a slight nod of her head he watches her with interest. "Can you tell me who that was that kicked in my front door up there?"

With a soft sigh Aramina looked down at her fingers. "That was my father, but please don't make me return to him."

"Relax babe, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to."

"Thank you... Maurice."

"Is there somewhere I can take you that you do feel safe at?"

She shook her head before speaking, "my grandmother passed away and my father took custody of me then. I've been living with him for several months and I rather be dead then to go back there to him," she cried out.

He climbed onto the couch and moved behind her pulling her towards his chest he let her cry as he ran his fingers through her soft hair. "I can let you stay here if you want, but if I do that you will turn into a monster like me."

"It would be a better fate then waiting for death to claim me."

With a nod he held her until her tears stopped falling. After a bit her breathing turned lighter and letting her head lie back onto the cushion he was surprised to see her sleeping peacefully. He thought about getting up, but he didn't want to wake her up. With a sigh of his own he stretched his legs out slowly. Pulling the blanket further over her he pulled just a little of it over himself. Closing his eyes he allowed sleep to claim him as his arm wrapped around her protectively.

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