Well, I should be working on my PruHun fic, Not Just Any Girl, but I'm stuck on that, so I wrote this REALLY bad prologue to my SebbyXOC fic. Oh well, maybe someone over yonder will enjoy this.
The wind rushing past me, that's all I could feel. The smoke curled into the night, and my eyes widened in realization. "Mother! Father!", I yelled until my voice was long gone, and my throat was overtaken by the increasing smoke. That settled it. My cries were answered with nothing but the sound of the fire taking everything from me. My home, my parents, my darling baby brother, and little did I know, my humanity. And there in the depths of my despair, I broke down. I cried, cursed whatever god was supposed to watch over me, and waited for my own death.
I shot up, normally ice blue eyes now a bright, glowing crimson. The pool of cold sweat, the only evidence of what had occurred, staring at me like it was willing me to drown. It had been a while since the nightmares had come. And if that was any hint, something in her life , well, her new is, if you could even call it a life. That life where I watch my loved ones grow old, and wither away, without even a single hair on my head turning any shade of grey. All throughout the lives of my many husbands, I was never truly satisfied.
I outlived each and every one of them, taking their souls once they were on their deathbed. After all, if I didn't how was I to actually keep myself sustained? Sustenance from taking the souls of humans, what a gruesome thought. A simple thought still left from my days as an actual human. The rest of my emotions had long since disappeared. My newest prey, excuse me, master, was a vile man, always showing me off. It's true my race has superior looks to humans, and we exist to plunder mankind, but the humanity once in me still protests to his actions. I do believe that in the time period we live in-the nineteenth century, I do believe. I've long since lost track of time. Time, that troublesome word. That troublesome, burden of a word. If it didn't exist, I wouldn't have to be reminded that I was now a lowly demon. It was then my thoughts were broken by a childish voice. My eyes flashed as I looked up, just in time to catch his words, "Now what is a demoness like yourself doing here?". An azure blue eye twinkled with mischief and amusement in front of my own red. This could be exciting...
Sucky, right? I know, don't be afraid to say it. Come on, you know you want to somehow make me feel like I've failed life~! Oh well. If you've read Not Just Any Girl, and you would like to give me any ideas for what to do with it, please let me know via comment or PM!