Disclaimer: I don't own The Mediator and I never will. Sad, ne?
Prolog
Blood dripped down from the walls and stained the whiteness of the room an angry red. Bodies of the once happy family were ripped apart and scattered a crossed the room. A small pasty looking girl smiled in a terrifyingly cheerful way. Her long white silk night-gown was soaked with blood and caked itself to her body.
"Bye-bye Mommy... Bye-bye Daddy... I'll miss you!" She giggled. "I hope you'll come back and play with me again soon!" Another giggled escaped her childish mouth. "What was that Mommy?" A pause. "Okay!"
"Miss Raven its time for us to leave." A shadow behind the girl sounded. She pouted and turned around the face the shadow that was her own.
"But big brother! Mommy and Daddy are still playing with me!" She whined. A faint sigh was hared.
"I am sorry, Miss Raven... But we must leave now!" A growl escaped the girl when she hared this. Red rivers of blood oozed from the girl's eyes and crakes formed up and down the walls. The earth beneath the house trembled and split.
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE EVER!!" The girl's voice deepened and deformed itself into the voice of a demon. Her teeth sharpened into fatal points and her flesh wasted away around her throat and stomach. Blood gushed out of the openings in her skin. A sickening snap was heard as she twisted her neck to look at the people she had dubbed her parents. "Don't let them take me away!" She begged.
A soft groan from another room silenced the demonic girl's pleases. Her eyes widened when she realized who the groan came from. She whimpered as a tall figure stumbled into the room. It breathed,
"Blood..." Before throwing its head back and sighed. "It's so good to smell blood once again..." A cold laugh filled the room as the figure stepped moderately into the light. Dark brown hair framed a pale face and crimson eyes. The figure looked at the demonic girl and smiled, showing two lethal sharp K-9 teeth. "Little girl... My child, what has brought you to this state of demise?" The figure stepped all the way out of the shadows of the doorway. Tattoos of many kinds graced the woman's nude flesh.
"Who are you...?" The demon whispered as the women came closer.
"You don't need to worry about that, dear." The women whispered sweetly as she stabbed the girl with her hand. "Especially if you're dead..."
Clip of the next chapter:
"Oh and before I forget, I'm Siren. Siren Amaya." I nearly chocked on air.