-1Sasha: YAY the beginning of yet another story of mine. Hopefully you all will enjoy it!!!! Oh, and please leave a comment if you like! No flames please, I'm very sensitive -sobs- Enjoy…PEACE!!!

Albel

By: Sasha of Sorrowful Memories

Chapter one:

Twitchy Rock

The girl sat in the corner of the dark smoky chamber, her sobs echoing off the walls. She shook madly, her limbs dripping from the new home-made tattoos her father had carved into her chest. The 11 year old was covered in them, tribal styled and oddly professional looking. Well… some of them anyway. Her black and blond hair hung over her face, one side longer than the other, and matted with blood and ashes. She meant for her hair to hide her face, for her left eye was something she was shamed of.

When she was five, as she clearly could remember, her father and carved her left eye out clean from her skull, fully awake and screaming. If her mother hadn't stuffed a piece of cloth in her socket to stop the bleeding, the girl probably wouldn't have survived.

The chamber door swung open, catching the girl's breath. A tall, slightly round man strode in, his head bald but his brows bushed like wild thickets. His eyes were cold, bitter, lifeless and black, though his devilish smile betrayed his more fearsome looks. Shackles jingled at his hips as he walked ever so calmly. Standing over the small girl, he smirked as her sobs quickly stopped. She stood, staring at him with her only eye, and hid all evidence of her tears. He tilted his head.

"Were you crying?" he asked simply. The girl shook her head. "Don't lie to your father now, tell me, were you crying?" again she shook her head, and the man sighed. "Tsk tsk… I guess I can't prove it, now can I?" he knelt to her, his huge dull eyes staring deep into her deep green pool of an eye. "But… perhaps I can prevent it from being hidden again…"

The wind shot out of her lungs as his fist dug itself into her side and flung her against the chamber wall. She gasped and coughed, blood trickling onto the ground. Walking to her, her father whipped out a clean knife, sharp as if he had just gotten it. He held her down, kneeing her gut to keep her from breathing. Gasping, she froze, refusing the struggle. She learned from past experience to not try to escape, it only meant more big and painful tattoos.

After slowly cleaning the knife on his other knee, he bent over her and pulled her bottom eyelid down, exposing the sensitive pink flesh and eyed the slender vein that ran along it's length. Carefully and skillfully, he slid the knife along the vein, and quickly blood oozed from it and trickled down like tears from her eyes. The child did not make a squeak, for she knew it would only provoke him to do more. She held back the urge to shake, or scream, as her father smiled at his work and stood, letting his daughter stand. Crimson tears fell from her eyes as she stared at the ground, not even looking at him. He chuckled and nodded, walking out the chamber. "Next time…" he said, still walking off. "…you won't be able to hide those tears."

He vanished from her site, leaving the door wide open. With a calm expression, she slowly crept out of the chamber and into the dark, wooden home that was her fathers. Smiling at the freedom he had allowed her to have, for the time being, she found her way outside, the bitter cold of winter nipping at her ears and nose. She didn't care, she loved the snow. The pure white forest that surrounded her home never looked more beautiful, except for in the spring, she loved the spring too. She ran into the forest, laughing as the powder sprayed around her from her small and slender legs. She dove into the snow, laughing, rolling around with joy. Blood stained the snow, but she ignored it.

How come she did not try to run away? She had, once, tried such a foolish act, which caused her to loose her left eye when she had been caught. Ever since, she dared not try again, for she did not want to loose the sight she had. She would never be able to see the winter and spring again.

Sitting up against a white tree, she gazed around with her deep green eye, which still stung lightly from the cut her father had done. She touched a crimson tear that slid from her eye and looked at it as it ran down her finger. She sat in silence, looking up to the clouded sun. Loneliness fell upon the young girl. Her mother had always been there for her when she truly needed her. She always did her best to heal her daughter whenever her father had inflicted serious injuries.

The child's lip quivered as she remembered… Her mother was gone, thanks to her father. He didn't care for her at all, and punished the child whenever she tried to help heal her mother. He watched her die slowly, making his own daughter watch too.

She hid her face into her knees, feeling her blood tears fall from her eyes like rain onto a dark forest. Her body went numb from the cold, yet it felt good to her, it matched the deep sorrow within her.

"Mother…" she choked. She had lost her only friend, the only person that hid by her and suffered with her. Now she was alone to suffer, alone to heal herself, both physically and mentally. She dug her nails into her legs, feeling more blood seep from her and onto the snow. "Help me…I… I do anything to have her back… I need friend…"

Something twitched beneath her, making her squeal and leap in fear. She dove into a snow bank, hiding herself from her attacker. Peeking out, she blinked at what had touched her. It was hard to see, for it was as white as the snow around it. Slowly, she crept from her hiding place and to the white thing, which turned out to be a long, slender rock. Tilting her head to the side, she poked it out of curiosity. It lulled and fell toward her, tapping into her legs. Giggling, she picked it up, expecting it to be heavier than herself. But to her surprise, it was almost as light as a cat. She blinked at the rock and hugged it.

"Twitchy rock twitchy rock!" she laughed and jumped up and down. She liked the rock, it reminded her of the snow. She looked toward her house, then frowned. If her father found her rock, then he would take it away, like he did with everything of hers… even her clothes. Looking down at the rock, she closed her eye and held it close. "You my rock." she whispered to it, as if it were a pet. "I hide you good!"

She stuffed the rock into a pile of ashes within the chamber, also known as her room. She tried to make the pile look normal, which wasn't too hard. Piles of ashes covered the floor, all of which acted as her bedding and, in emergencies, bathroom litter. She smiled to herself. "You stay there, rock!" it obeyed her silently. It did stick out of the ashes a little bit, but only if you looked closely you could see the lump in the ash.

Smiling broadly, she felt proud of her new rock… no, a new friend. It may not be a living creature, but it was the only thing she could own without her father knowing, hopefully. She laid down in the pile next to the rock and yawned, curling into a ball. She felt the curtain of sleep begin to fall upon her, but she refused to let it before her father did his routine check-up on her.

And it wasn't much of a wait. Silently her father entered the room, the door had been wide open. He looked tired, probably just got back from wherever he goes every week. Upon the back of his giant black stallion Grimm, he would gallop away into the forest and not return until twilight. He always came back with more food, for himself of course, and other materials. Sometimes he brought back a new knife or two, which she clearly knew what they were for.

He walked into her room and picked her up by her arm, yanking it. She yelped in surprise, pretending to have been asleep and he had woken her. He smiled, she knew that made him happy. He dropped her like a sack of potatoes, then turn to leave. Without a word, he slammed the chamber door shut, filling her room with bitter darkness. Chains rattled outside her door, and then a click, which was the lock. Finally, she could rest now.

"Night Twitchy Rock." she said, patting the ash pile. The rock made no move. "Good!" she giggled quietly. "You good hider, you are!"

The young girl's eye snapped open. The chamber was still dark, so that meant it had to be night. She sat up, rubbing her eye with a yawn. After a quick look around (not seeing anything of course), she began to ponder why she had woken….

Crrrrrrrraaack

She jumped, hiding herself in a pile of used ash. Whatever it was, it was within the chamber. Maybe her father and thrown in a raccoon, or maybe a weasel?

Crrrrrrraaack

She flinched again, hiding deeper into the smelling ash. Fear throbbed within her. What if it was a snake? No, this was no snake…

Crrrrrrrraaack

"W-who there?" she asked quietly. Everything went silent. She gulped, then tried again. "No hurt, please? I friend, good!" she hoped that whatever it was understood her. Silence again. The child shivered, then, building up her courage, she ventured out from the pile. "Hello?"

Crrrrrrrraaack!!!!

She squealed as something smacked her in the face, and quickly she retreated to her pile. She whimpered, shivering in fear. 'What is that?' she thought to herself. 'Squirrelly?' Peeking from the ashes, she blinked at what she saw.

From the pile her rock had been, a light pulsed from under it. She blinked, crawling out from hiding. "Twitchy Rock?" she asked. It made the cracking sound , the pile shivering. The child tilted her head. "Twitchy Rock? What wrong?"

A part of the pile collapsed, revealing the ivory rock. It was severely cracked, light shimmering out of it in beams. She gasped.

"Twitchy Rock! You broke!" she said, her voice cracking with sadness. She leaped forward and picked up her cracked rock. It twitched within her arms. "Twitchy! It okay, Mommy here…" she soothed. The rock pulsed, making another cracking sound as part of it fell off. She covered the hole with her hand. "No, stop breaking!" she whined, her sight beginning to turn red as blood tears shimmered in her eyes. Something warm and wet touched her hand, clasping it. She yelped in shock and dropped the rock, and with a loud crash, the rock shattered.

Light flashed within the room, blinding her. She squealed and fell over, covering her eye. Panting and shivering, she slowly uncovered her eye after many moments. Her eye widened and her jaw dropped at what she saw.

It was a tiny creature, the size of a cat perhaps, with a long slender triangular shaped head and long lean ivory body. It's tail was long, almost as long as her arm. Two huge leather bat wings fanned from it's sides, red veins pulsing within them. Frills began at the back of it's head and, all but a part between the base of it's neck to it's shoulders, ended at the tip of it's tail with huge spiked frills. Two tiny horns sprouted from the back of it's head, another on the tip of it's snout and at the sides of it's jaws. It was covered in tiny white scales, and it's eyes were the color of blood, it's pupils like a cat's. It's claws each had 5 little talons, each the color of night. A bright light seeped from it, lightening up the whole chamber.

The girl was lost at words. The creature was so beautiful, and it's movements were graceful and swift. It blinked at her, tilting it's small head. She blinked, taking a gulp. "Twitchy Rock?"

The animal squeaked, making her twitched. That had been no rock… it was an egg! No wonder it twitched!

"Are you friend?" she asked the animal quietly. It tilted it's head again, and walked to her, sniffing at her. She smiled after a bit. It was nice, so far. She giggled, outstretching her right hand to pet it. It held it's head out for her, and so she set her hand on top of it.

Pain flashed up her arm, tightening her muscles so much they did not allow her to move. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Her sight went blank, images of her mother and her death flashed before them. She tried to scream again, but nothing. It felt like the animal and dove into her arm and clawed up within it, nosing it's way between her bone and muscle. She felt on fire, like the creature had set her aflame. Just when she didn't think she could take anymore, the pain suddenly ceased, leaving her to collapse onto the metal floor with a dull thunk. Everything went black.

Sasha: wow that's kinda long… oh well, could have been longer but I decided this would be a great cliff hanger X3. Pleeeeeeeeeease comment on it, if not I wont think anybody likes it so I won't continue it! Enjoy…PEACE!

Sasha of Sorrowful Memories