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Sweet Childhood Seduction
Chapter 1
I looked up when I heard the door close.
'Well this is it. Don't screw up because you know the penalty if you do'
I told myself shuddering at the thought of what my father will do to me if I mess up a simple curtsy. My name is Aria and my age is of 70 moons. (A/N: to those that don't understand it means 7 years and 6 months.)I was born on New Years Eve and I was always different no matter how hard I tried to fit in. More dark, more demonic, more deadly. Some might even call me evil, but I'm not evil.
I quickly finished stabbing my voodoo doll of my father in the heart and rushed downstairs to greet our "special" guest. From what I gathered "it" is an architect and would build my father a new torture room specifically made for me.(A/N: She said "it" because she doesn't know if it's a man or a woman.)As I neared the front hall I could hear my father loud voice. I cringed at the thought of what my father will do to me if no WHEN I screw up the greeting and curtsy to "it".
I was always different from the other girls. They like big, fancy dresses, shoes and ribbons when I like black men's clothing and big, black cloaks with an enormous hood to hide my face and I love masks. I had bought some but I mostly make them. I also have a scary fascination with weapons.
Back to Reality
I clutched the voodoo doll with the knife still in it tighter to my chest as I came closer and closer to the front hall. When I finally reached the front hall I forced myself to relax and strained a very forced smile onto my face even though my eyes stayed dull and lifeless like they always were that bastard of a father.
As I entered I saw that father's guest, whose back was towards me, was a man from the way he stood. My father, who was facing me, pretended not to notice that I entered but his guest turned around and when he did, my father sent me a warning glance so I knew what was at stake here. Not some pain and the loss of a little mentality, no, it was my life that was at stake. But when I was in the middle of the curtsy, I made the mistake of looking in the man's eyes. As soon as my eyes met his, two black pools clashing with two pools of swirling blue, green and grey, I felt myself falling. Fortunately the man caught me, dazed I let the voodoo doll slip from my clutches. My father saw it and picked it up. His face changed quickly from smiling to very angry. His yell was one of shock and anger when he realized that the doll was of him and it was the kitchen knife's victim.
"You see Monsieur! You wanted to know why I wanted you build me a torture room, well here's your answer! That girl is the devil's daughter not mine!"
But instead of replying, the man gave a sinister laugh. That's how I knew that he was like me, dark, demonic and has a terrible past or in other words, not accepted among humans.
"How about a proposition Baron?" he asked my father.
Like? Dislike? Review anyways please . Next chapter is the proposition , I think that some of you will be surprised by what the mysterious stranger had to say - a handful of cookies to the first person who guesses the mysterious stranger's identity