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6. Abigail

For miles around there was nothing but desert in the state of Texas, the nearest town was at least an hours drive away and to top it all off, it was boiling outside; it was so hot you could fry an egg on the pavement! Yet a young woman by the name of Abigail Sinclair wasn't at all bothered by any of these things. She was bored though.

Her father was away at a conference in the second story of the mansion and had requested his precious not disturb him. She felt disturbed, having a family of foreigners in her home, no matter how rich or powerful her father said they were. The head of the Sinclair mansion insisted Abigail meet with these French travellers; they were quite similar in his eyes.

But Abigail didn't want to be introduced to this Blemeur family; in fact, she didn't at all want to inherit any part of her family's repulsive business. Was the Sinclair family renown for elegance or sophistication?

No!

Of all the things, her family was recognised as America's fuel source, for the Sinclair's own the largest oil tycoon in all of the whole United States of America. Oh, how did Abigail detest this reputation!

However, the Sinclair's business had a very pleasurable upside to it. The Sinclairs were one of the richest families in the entire world.

"Excuse me, Mistress Abigail?"

Abigail tilted her head to the side and her curly red hair caught the rays of sunshine just perfectly; she looked just like a redheaded angel. Her bored expression never changed, "What is it Richardson?" She questioned in a toneless voice.

"Master Sinclair insists you meet with the Blemeur's daughter…" The old butler repeated again for what seemed for like the hundredth time, "Please do as he wishes Mistress Abigail…"

Abigail sighed in frustration, holding a slender hand to her forehead. Maybe if she did as her father requested, he would cease badgering her, "…Oh, all right then…where is this Blemeur girl anyway?"

Richardson thanked his young mistress and lead her to second floor where her father's meeting was proceeding. Seated next to a pair of polished oak wood doors was a fifteen-year-old teenager. She looked to have been as bored as Abigail was as she occasionally shifted her weight from her left to her right arm. Her long wavy blonde hair fell into her eyes in neat curls, the rest of it hung over her shoulder onto her blue outfit.

The fifteen-year-old's deep blue eyes met Abigail's green ones.

The blonde stood up and inclined her head in a polite bow as did Abigail, "You are Abigail Sinclair?" She said, her strong voice hinted with the slightest of French accents.

"Yes…" The redhead replied curtly, "And you are?"

"My name is Glycine Blemeur," The blonde replied.

For a few seconds, silence fell over the pair. It was as if the two respectable females were daring each other to ask about their family's honourable heritage. Abigail knew this whole meeting thing would be a waste of time.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you," Abigail said softly in a voice void of any emotion, she inclined her head again and took a sharp turn on heel.

"…You have it don't you…?"

The redhead ceased walking almost immediately. She slowly faced the younger teen, "What are you talking about?" Abigail demanded.

"The power to fight the evil…spirit energy…" Glycine murmured before she could stop herself, her blue eyes were hidden away by the locks of blonde hair falling into her face, "I can sense it…you're like me…" Her usually strong voice grew fainter and fainter.

"I do not know what you are speaking of!" Abigail retorted haughtily, "Now if you excuse me Miss Blemeur, I will bid you good day and leave!"

Glycine watched with little expression as the footsteps belonging to the Sinclair girl echoed throughout the hallway with every pace. She watched her back until the older girl disappeared.

"She knows it too…she isn't the only one…"

---

The day was just like any normal day. It was hot and there was absolutely nothing to do around the Sinclair mansion. Abigail knew she could've gone shopping at the snap of her fingers, Richardson would be there to drive her to the nearest town with a clothes designer but today she simply felt like staying home.

One thing, however, bothered her. Those words the young Blemeur girl had said. I can sense it…you're like me…

Abigail mentally shook herself. She wasn't like her! She certainly wasn't any sort of a weirdo, she was sure of that. Spirit energy? Powers to fight the demons? It was all absurd. The seventeen-year-old was beginning to think the whole Blemeur family were off their rockers, just like their daughter.

She didn't know any demons anyway! There had been those strange events happening in places like Japan, France and England but they were all far away from America so it was certainly none of her business.

But now that she thought of it, Abigail did remember her father speaking to a military official about a young girl being taken to England to be apart of some special assault group or something like that. From what she heard the girl was only eleven or twelve years old, how was that possible?

And there was the other report, about an American woman named Rachette Artile becoming a captain for an elite German defence force. It had something to do with spirit armor…

Abigail shook herself again. She really must've been bored, she was letting her imagination run away with her yet again! Really, why would her father be concerned with military affairs in the first place?

For the remainder of the day, Abigail spent her time wandering around her father's library. She didn't know why, maybe her ponderings sparked an actual interest in this whole 'Spirit warrior' business.

Just as she was flipping through the pages of one of her father's old diaries, the old butler Richardson cleared his throat. Abigail nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise.

"Please, Richardson, knock next time, you scared me half to death…" She said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, young mistress, but a woman from Germany requests to see you…" The aging man said, running a hand through his greying hair, "She says it is urgent…"

Abigail nodded reasonably and followed the butler out to the recreation room but just before she left, she slipped her father's journal into her handbag.

---

"Miss Abigail Sinclair, I expect?"

A young woman in her late twenties extended her hand out to the teenager and they shook politely. Abigail wondered what a military official as was doing in a place such as Texas. The officer introduced herself as Colonel Lauranna Dornen, the head commander of a group acknowledged as the Anti-Demon Division.

Abigail requested some tea be made and Richardson disappeared down in the kitchen. It left Lauranna and Abigail to speak freely.

"What is the reason for your visit, Miss Dornen?" Abigail questioned curiously.

"I am surprised your father hasn't told you about this…" Lauranna said simply, folding her hands in her lap, "After everything old Yoneda did for him, he didn't even keep his promise…"

The redhead suddenly felt her temper rise. Nobody could ever insult her father in front of her, "Excuse me, Miss Dornen, but I think you have the wrong man. My father would never, ever betray anyone. And, by the way, my father doesn't even know a Yoneda!"

"That is the father you know…" Lauranna said softly, raising the steaming cup of tea Richardson just gave her to her lips. She paused for a moment, taking a small sip, "Even though I didn't have the opportunity to have met him all those years ago, Mr. Yoneda has informed me himself that he was promised you'd join his force when needed after he saved your father's life in the Great War…"

The blonde woman paused again, taking another long drink of tea, "But the Flower Division has already been filled with many promising soldiers, therefore, your name was suggested to the Anti-Demon Division…"

Abigail was too flabbergasted to even utter a word. Her father never mentioned anything like this and he positively wasn't in any war before, this Lauranna Dornen was just a counterfeit, and Abigail just knew it!

"Y-You're lying!" Abigail shouted accusingly, her fists shaking with utter fury.

"Really, Miss Sinclair?" Lauranna asked, her fair eyebrow cocked in confusion, "Well then, if you can find any proof of that notion, then I will be glad to hear it. But for now, you must board the next ship for Germany-"

"Never!"

"-And the rest will be explained then…" Lauranna rose swiftly to her feet, paced towards the door and thanked Richardson for the tea. She then disappeared out the door.

"Young mistress?" Richardson asked shakily, gently placing his hand on Abigail's shoulder.

Abigail said nothing.

---

She couldn't believe it. She was actually there, in Germany. Why? She didn't know. How? She didn't know that either. Abigail wandered around the ruins of what used to be a great city; the more she thought the more it sunk in, her father was a liar.

Her whole life she had been deceived. Her father had served in the Great War all those years ago as a young man as she had learnt from the journal she discovered in the library. He was a thrill seeker so he travelled to Japan where most of the action was happening and was nearly killed in the process. A man named Ikki Yoneda saved him from the creatures they called Kouma and in his gratitude, he promised he would help in anyway possible, namely training his first child to fight.

But he didn't. Abigail, the first and only child of the Sinclairs, grew up to be a normal and happy girl. There was the odd occasion when something out of the ordinary would happen but that happened to everyone right?

"So you did make it…"

That same voice belonging to Lauranna reached her ears. And what Abigail didn't know was that she'd constantly be hearing it for the next passing month.

The Anti-Demon Division was actually a defence force created to stop those very creatures shaped by the forces of evil, as the seventeen year old learned later. Things acknowledged as Kouma and Wakiji; monstrosities that threatened Germany, Japan, England and France, even America too!

By the end of that month, Abigail had made two new friends, her teammates, Katrina Efeu Steiner (also known as Red Eyes) a dark haired former lieutenant of the German Army and Thomas McPherson a cheerful teenager from England.

Actually, they were her teammates but not her friends.

It didn't bother her though.

She found Katrina to be too cold and Thomas just to be too cheerful and even arrogant at times. Abigail didn't know what to do; she was beginning to question her decision.

Until that one day. It was a normal day at the theatre-like building she and her fellow teammates resided in. As usual it was breakfast time, just as always she asked Thomas to make her tea but as usual he messed up. Katrina stood by the sidelines, not wanting to get involved but hastily stood her ground once Thomas called her by her dreaded nickname.

"Um, excuse me…where do I find Colonel Lauranna Dornen?" A young man's voice asked politely.

Everything stopped.

Abigail was sure she had gone to heaven. Suddenly, things just appeared to be not as bad as she thought.

'Wow…this gentleman is very handsome, and so polite…! I wonder how things will turn out now…'

She took a step forward and felt as if she were on air…

--End of Abby's chapter!--

Endnotes:

[1] Abigail Sinclair, created by Yoru no Angel

[2] The young American girl, Alicia Stevens from my Mizugumi.

[3] Richardson, Mr. Sinclair, created by Yoru no Angel.

---Anti-Demon Divison Character Profile---

Name: Abigail Sinclair

Age: 17

Nationality: American

Rank: Koubu Pilot

Previous Occupation: Oil Tycoon heir

Height: 164cm

Weight: 47kg

Preferred Weapon: A baton with laser beam whip

Koubu Color: Royal Magenta