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"Meet me out past the train tracks
I'm leaving and not coming back
You're right and I was wrong
This town will be the downfall of us all"
The Downfall of Us All by ADTR
Demetria POV
I've only been in this boring place for approximately 12 hours, 31 minutes, and about 19 seconds and I already want to put a gun in my mouth.
I was already done unpacking all of my clothes, movies, furniture, and other values such as photos and jewelry, so I didn't have much to do besides lay down and listen to my music or play guitar. I fondled with my fluffy, black pillow as I pondered the weather, thinking it may be a good time to go out and take some pictures. Maybe I'll get lucky in this shit pit of a reservation.
Sighing I leaped out of my bed gracefully and slid on shoes and a jacket, while also grabbing my camera. I danced down the stairs of the mansion Marie bought, which nearly felt like a work out going down.
"Where you goin', missy?" Although Marie doesn't appreciate it when she has to be the mom ( I guess it makes her feel old), she still has to have the icy authority in her voice when things are unexpected from me.
"I'm going out to take some pictures," I murmured, hanging my head down and biting my lip.
I heard her snort, making me snap my head up. "Alright, but please don't go through the forest. There are beasts out there... the kind you wouldn't ever expect."
I gave her a curious look and shook my head. Marie is absolutely obsessed with the idea of "Supernatural Beings" even though it's all bullshit. Apparently she doesn't understand that fact. "Bye." I said curtly and ran out of the house.
Ya know, living on this reservation does have it's benefits. Within 10 minutes I managed to gather 20 photos of the long trunks of the trees within the forests and some photos of these delicate flowers that, sadly, I could not identify. Moon white, soft, with long petals and a basin where it cups the water from the rain. Pure, simple, and elegant. Everything here screams "TAKE A DAMN PICTURE OF ME ALREADY!".
The beach was fucking perfect too, I couldn't help but find a tree stump to sit on and enjoy the angry waves. Luckily, I found the perfect one beneath a lush tree that could very well allow me to sleep full body on. It looked like a real bench, maybe one Mother Nature created for the lone and weary. I like to think she did.
I sat and stared at the sand beneath my converse and swirled grains around and around, thinking about Parker.
Parker and I have known each other for what seems like forever and I only started developing feelings for him around the time of my mother's death. Since my mother's death, we spent every day together, hanging out, listening to music, shopping, eating, cooking, reading, whatever. He was like a brother and in many ways, still is. We decided to stay together because after all "He would kill himself if he lost me". I rolled my eyes at his exaggeration.
I guess living in Washington has it's benefits. I mean, I now have time to think and breathe without Parker pestering me to be happy and shit. Also, it's really quiet, so I can easily scream like a nut job and it echoes... I love echoes. Plus, everybody who I've noticed keep to themselves, I'm not much of the social girl.
Maybe another benefit is me starting anew, forgetting my life in Arizona and maybe even Parker. I could possibly change my whole sense of style... or find more interests or hang out with the family here...
Who am I kidding? I can never forget the events in Arizona. It's hard to forget your dead parents and even harder to rid the picture of my mother's mutilated body from my mind. That's something I will never, ever, forget in my life.
There were still questions about how she was killed. Coroner said it had to be a beast of some sort, a bear or possibly an overgrown mountain lion. Living in Surprise, there was only the possibility of the mutant mountain lion but so far no one has spot one. I speculate mountain lion theory because any other theory would be out of the question. I once asked Marie about it. Her reaction was different than anybody else's as she paled out and froze as she was cooking, dropping a glass of water. I never thought Marie could get any paler, but there she was, a deer in the headlights, whiter than bone. She told me to focus on my homework at the time but I knew something was up.
When I described it to Parker he began thinking my aunt knew something about my mother's death and even became weary of his own mother. He had asked her the same thing and she gave nearly the same reaction and walked off hastily.
Exhausted from today I passed out on the bench without realizing how tired I was...
I woke up to a feral growl that sounded like it was in the distance. It was scary enough to wake me up and have me fall off the bench. I looked around, frantic that it was a wolf or a bear or a mountain lion. No sign of any animal so far but up on the cliffs some meters away from me was a woman. I could see her as clearly as if she was right in front of me, something I developed when I was 14. She was tall, slender, and angelic in the most demonic way. The woman had long, unusual crimson colored hair that flowed with the breeze of the afternoon. For someone of her magnificence I expected high fashion clothes but no, she wore ripped up pants that looked like a bear's claw slashed through it and her tight, black shirt had holes dotted throughout it. No matter how stunning she was, I knew she was different, different in an evil, devilish way.
I thought that before I looked at what she held in her arms.
A woman, not much older than 22, was screaming fiercely, struggling to get away from the woman. I don't understand how she couldn't break away from the lady, she acted like she was pinned tightly to her. The wild woman cackled maniacally, like she just achieved the greatest crime ever.
The strangest thing about this woman is the fact that her eyes were ruby red, like the color of blood. It looked natural, too, if that makes any sense. The way she held herself was deadly and her smile was beyond feral. She stared down at the woman in her arms maliciously, strangely enough, licking her lips as if she were to take a big bite out of her.
I stared uneasily, like an idiot. I finally got the nerves to dig through my hoodie for my phone which, unfortunately, I left on my dresser at home.
"Fuck..." I muttered, raking my hand through my hair, frustrated. Instead of grabbing a phone, I gained the thought of taking pictures instead, who knows, maybe it will come to good use later on.
Steadily, I snapped pictures of the whole entire scene, taking about 13. I was careful to move, acting as if this was a skittish doe. I got this raging sense deep in the bowels of my stomach that the woman knew I was there.
A jolting scream and a crash into what sounded like waves stopped me from snapping anymore pictures. I focused my eyes on where the vicious woman stood, to only find it empty.
Am I imagining this shit or what? There is no way anybody could have slipped so easily from the cliff... Unless they jumped.
I followed the cliff dive down to the waves, which were monstrous, and stared agape. No one could survive the jump, or at least live to tell the tale. If anybody had jumped the sea would have dragged them away or they would have encountered the sharp rocks that struck out through the water.
Suddenly, a piercing howl ripped through the day, sending the hairs on the back of my neck to go needle straight. Then, more and more howls rang wildly, uncontrollably, as if they were mourning a lost brethren. I couldn't see much of the forest on the cliffs edge but I saw enough to see that a large wolf stood within it, howling gravely into the sky. It stuck out in the green forest, with it's fur black as onyx and eyes a dangerous amber.
The thing I couldn't help but think was... THIS ANIMAL IS HUGE! Absolutely HUGE! If I hadn't heard it nor actually got a good view of it, I would think that it was a mutant horse.
(AN: Hey guys, the vampire chick is NOT Victoria and yes, her eyesight as well as the rest of her senses are sharp, different than humans. But that will be explained most likely at the end of the story :])
Realizing I'm probably Dog Food if I outlast my stay, I quickly got up and prepared to leave. I felt the hairs on the nape of my neck stiffen and a rumbling, untidy feeling jolting my guts. Something told me to not turn around, a throat drying feeling, a chill up my spine, paranoia stirring in my mind.
I finally built up the courage and turned around quickly, giving myself a head rush.
Nothing? Nothing. Nothing but the beach sand. But... but someone was behind me. I was too late to defend myself before they knocked the shit out of me. It was all black...
