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Authors note: Here's Ch. 2, sorry if there are any grammar marks I missed and thanks for reading it. I would really love your reviews so I know that there are people that do like this story and I'm not completely wasting my time typing it. I would also like help on how to improve as well (besides the grammar, I already know that sucks.)

Ch. 2. Courage

Have you ever wondered that there's more to life than school and paying the bills? Well that's the feeling I got when one over confident demon thought that I would be a tasty treat last night. I swear out of all the people on the street that night he had to single me out but then again, perhaps it was a good thing he did. I can't imagine what someone else would of done if they were in my situation through running, screaming and death does come to mind so I guess I can imagine. I try to act like everything's fine and all but it all just seems too much at times, I'm a high schooler I shouldn't have to worry about being eaten in the middle of the night. Perhaps I should learn how to defend myself better and learn some ways to turn the tables on them. Being the prey all the time gets exhausting, defense isn't enough I need offensive if I hope to live.

My eyes flashed over to my window wondering if I was imaging things but I'm sure there was an abnormal tapping coning from the other side. Then I heard it again, a soft clicking noise as if someone was tapping a long fingernail against the glass. My body instantly froze up with fear, not now I thought looking anxiously around the large bedroom for a weapon and cursing under my breath when nothing suitable was in range. I grabbed the closest object hoping desperately that my heavy math book would finally come in use. Yeah right, unless he hated the subject as much as me which did seem to calm me a little with my strange sense of humor picturing the book to be like a cross with a vampire and the demon crossing his fingers in a sign of protection while running away muttering curses. But not enough. Never enough with these pests.

I gathered what small courage I had and removed myself from my queen size bed with the comforting dark blue blankets and dozens or so of pillows that urged me to hide under for protection. I slowly made my way over to the window, hesitated then ripped the curtains away only to be met with a branch. I stood there cursing myself for being stupid and paranoid over a branch as I recollected myself waiting for the shaking and uneasiness to pass from my fright. When it passed I turned around to be face to face with a… you guessed it, demon. My mouth opened to scream but only to find that it couldn't as my knees buckled causing me to fall to the floor. I couldn't move. I was so scared I actually became paralyzed as I stared death in the eyes with sweaty, clammy hands and the urge to puke. My ivy eyes filled up with tears hating the way it was all going to end. All those years wasted in school. My hands gripped the now pointless math book until my knuckles turned white as the demon inched towards me giving me a perfect view of his pearly white fangs that were going to pierce my soft, fragile flesh.

"I heard that you were supposed to be this feisty human girl that was making us appear as fools." It chuckled. "But I suppose I heard wrong." He grabbed my shoulders and yanked me from the floor nearly ripping my arms off right out or their sockets. His long yellow claws pierced my skin as warm blood dripped from my fingertips and stained the newly bought carpet. He released another series of chuckles at my lack of trying to escape and grabbed a handful of silky black hair roughly yanking my head back in the process. "It's been awhile since I had someone as tasty as you." He stopped waiting but continued on when I didn't say anything. "Though it's a shame you gave in so easily. I would of preferred a chase but oh well, can't be too picky these days now can we?" He smirked causing chills to run down my numb body my eyes which were tightly closed opened slightly to see the demon sniffing me hungrily before he made an attempt to eat me.

I felt so stupid for allowing this to happen and here I thought I was so strong all this time just because I survived to live all these years. "The dead walking," was what people used to call me. I was born with this really bad heart that threatens to give out at any moment. But somehow I miraculously recovered when I turned thirteen, three years ago. A disease that was to kill me saved my life, doctors told me when they found out another part of my body was defected and my heart beating at a much slower pace than others and stopping was what saved my life. If my heart had been in perfect working order then it would have pumped my blood faster through my veins speeding up the process and killing me. Yah, go heart. Bud did I ever give up hope even when I had my mysterious heart problems? No. So why give up now? Yeah I had a six foot demon leering over me that threatened to eat me (believe me he stunk and I was in dire need of a shower) but if you look at it from a different perspective this wasn't much different than my health problems. Well, besides the demon part.

I could feel his sharp fangs brush up against my throat preparing to sink in once he found the spot he wanted. My hands which still held the math book somehow, gripped it tighter, pulled my arm back and slammed it hard on the side of the demons head knocking him hard onto the ground. Before he even was able to stand up I was already out the window and climbing down the maple tree outside my window. My feet softly hit the grass and I did a 180 degree, checking my surroundings and the window to see if he had followed me. I needed to get him away from my family at all cost. "Hey, get back here!" The demon yelled sticking his head out the window giving me a view of the thin line of blood coming from the wound I inflicted upon him. Rasqul 1, demon 0, scores one for me. I flipped him off as I began my sprint to 'whoknowswhere' hoping that I could somehow come up with a plan.

I heard the demon curse and a loud thud indicating that he was following me. Good, so far so good now all I needed was a plan to take him down not to hard right? "Girl, where do you think you're going?" the demon yelled and by the sound of his voice he wasn't too far behind me. "You don't possible think you can get away from me." He chuckled as if finding me attempts to be amusing which was just great on my half there's nothing I like more than to entertain my enemy. Not. I could hear his loud footsteps gaining on me effortlessly as the realization hit me I was being toyed with. Why didn't I notice it sooner? What was I thinking there was no way I can out run or overpower a demon they were more physically fit that us. In fact I think everyone is more fit than me now that I think about it. I really hate exercising. There was no way I can out run him but I can out smart him. Humans (or me) got demons beat in that department. I allowed myself to trip turning so that I fell on my back and when I seen the eerie shadow leaping towards me I lifted my feet toward it, placing my hands on the ground while pushing my body into the air with the momentum allowing my feet to connect with my target. The demon.

I kicked him toward a concrete wall hard enough that the concrete gained some cracks from where the demon had hit. It's true I didn't have much physical strength but my legs strength was extraordinary and made up from my lack of upper body strength. All those years of being forced into soccer to "experience new things," mom had put it when it really was to get me out of the house so she can have some peace and quiet were finally paying off. Go soccer, not. Before the demon could figure out what was going on (they were really slow) I attacked him again with a kick to the wound I inflicted with my math book in hopes of making it worse and giving him brain damage. Not that it would have made any difference but if he happened to die of it then hey this was a pretty good plan. As my kick was about to make contact with his shoulder he somehow blocked it in time and flipped me over so I landed hard on my back and the wind knocked out of me. "Thought you could defeat me," he let out a roaring sound that must have been a laugh," now that's funny. I admit you surprised me with that kick but let's be reasonable. I'm a demon, your mortal. There's no way I could ever be defeated by one." He laughed hard again and kicked me back to the ground as I attempted to unsuccessfully to stand up.

"What do you want with me there are tons of other people out there so why does every one of you guys come after me?" I knew that it was wrong to try to pass this demon onto somebody else but I'm sixteen years old. I have a right to be selfish at times especially when there were so many suicidal people in the world that wouldn't mind being killed by a demon (I doubt even they would like the whole eating you part.) so why me? I doubt I even taste food, bitter probably. The demon laughed again, "You really don't know, how stupid can you get." Thanks, it's nice to be called stupid by someone stupider, really. My green orbs stared confusedly at him wondering what he was going to say and if I could come up with a plan of escape before he realizes it. "Let me explain it to you, demons prefer to go after humans with high spiritual pressure because it's more appetizing to them than normal humans. The reason you girl are always being chased is because your spiritual pressure is alarmingly high even for others of your kind. Therefore you become what chocolate is to humans to us.

You are our chocolate." The demon finished proudly but his statement still left you a bit confused and you doubted that the demon knew the answer but it was worth a shot. "But why do I have such a strong spiritual pressure? I never asked for it." The demon gave you a weird look before releasing yet another series of laughs. He bent down to your level which happened to be in a sitting position knowing that running was futile but refusing to be laying on the ground. God knows where it had been. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he talked trying my best not to squint my nose in disgust at his foul breath. I didn't want to anger him in anyway and speed up the process of my death. "You didn't ask for it," he confusedly said before running a hand through his greasy brown hair, "child do you even know what humans as well as demons would give to have even the tiniest amount of your power but you can't even appreciate it let alone use it. That's sad." The demon leaned closer to me and whispered menacingly into my ear, "But don't worry. You don't have to worry about that anymore."

The demon gripped my hair tightly forcing me to fall on my back then jumping on top of me and pinning my arms above my head with one of his hands preventing any escape I might have come up with. Though I knew that struggling was pointless I couldn't help but at least try, kind of like when you're little and you're told not to put your hands on the stove when it's hot because you will burn yourself but you do anyway. The demon completely ignored my attempts as his head inched closer to my neck. It was clear he meant business and I mentally told myself that if I do in fact get out of this then I will at least carry a weapon to protect myself with. I gave up fighting him and squeezed my eyes tightly shut waiting for the end to come and hoping he would make it quick and painless. I felt sharp teeth penetrate my neck with a loud thump following and the demons weight lifted from my slim body. My eyes reopened just in time to witness the once alive demons body embedded into the wall and discenagrating (SP?) which wasn't a pretty sight. The corner of my eyes seen movement and my head turned toward that direction to face an icy glare of green orbs as realization hit me.

Eye lids slowly open:
tear soaked face greets me:
new scar on body:
the end is so far: I
feel happy and alive.