By the time, I reached Social Services noon had come. I walked inside the one-story, brick building. I looked around the large, blue-walled room the door had revealed. I didn’t see Lucy.
A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
“You must be, Damien,” said the woman. I nodded.
“And you are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
“I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
“You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
“Yes, I hate that little freak. She’s a demon child,” Stacey said with a disgusted look on her face.
“That’s not very fair to say,” I said. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you.”
“Every person that has been with her- teachers or foster parents- has said she was terrible,” Stacey shook her head.
“No one knows how to handle her. Yesterday, when she was with me, I noticed Lucy only wants someone to listen to her,” I said.
“She’s putting on an act. Just when you are least expecting it, she’ll turn on you,” said the woman.
“To each is own,” I said, and then turned as I felt arms go around my waist. I turned around, and looked down.
“Lucy! I was wondering when you would get here,” I picked her up.
“I brought my sketchbook,” she held a black covered book in her little hand.
“Good, I’ll look before you leave,” I said. Lucy nodded, instead of saying ‘okay’.
“Damien, Lucy, are you ready to get started?” Stacey asked. I turned back to her. Stacey walked to a black desk with three chairs around it. Lucy and I sat side-by-side, Stacey opposite us. “So, what did you call this meeting for?”
“I wanted to talk about influences, and people,” I said.
“Alright,” said Stacey. “Lucy, what influences you?”
“Uh…” Lucy started.
“No, no, no,” I said. “You’re doing it all wrong. That isn’t what I meant, either.”
“Then what did you mean?” Stacey asked, agitated.
“I meant, doesn’t Lucy deserve more positive influence in her life?” I asked.
“She has it, from Mr. and Mrs. Blevins,” Stacey said.
“Positive to her, not positive to society,” I said.
“What do you want around her? That street-rat? Yeah, that’s positive. A positive ticket to jail,” Stacey snapped. I wondered whom she was talking about.
“Xander is not a street-rat, you ignorant woman!” Lucy exclaimed. Xander that was Lucy’s best friend.
“What do you call that boy, then?” Stacey said intensely.
“Homeless, because his mother is a selfish bitch!” Lucy explained, angered.
“Do not use that language in here. Lower your voice,” Stacey commanded.
“Lucy will do whatever the hell she wants. You are not her parental figure,” I said, becoming pissed at the woman across from me.
“No one is, because this child is bad. No one wants her!” Stacey said.
“I want to be her mentor,” I said. I could not adopt her, Grey would have a fit. I didn’t want to listen to her complain.
“Why?” Stacey asked.
“To teach her a person like you is what poisons the world,” I said my voice strong.
“Fine, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Maybe you’ll put some respect into her, and then it will rub off on you,” Stacey said.
“Lucy, or I, aren’t the ones who need it,” I took Lucy by the hand, and walked out of Social Services.
A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
“You must be, Damien,” said the woman. I nodded.
“And you are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
“I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
“You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
“Yes, I hate that little freak. She’s a demon child,” Stacey said with a disgusted look on her face.
“That’s not very fair to say,” I said. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you.”
“Every person that has been with her- teachers or foster parents- has said she was terrible,” Stacey shook her head.
“No one knows how to handle her. Yesterday, when she was with me, I noticed Lucy only wants someone to listen to her,” I said.
“She’s putting on an act. Just when you are least expecting it, she’ll turn on you,” said the woman.
“To each is own,” I said, and then turned as I felt arms go around my waist. I turned around, and looked down.
“Lucy! I was wondering when you would get here,” I picked her up.
“I brought my sketchbook,” she held a black covered book in her little hand.
“Good, I’ll look before you leave,” I said. Lucy nodded, instead of saying ‘okay’.
“Damien, Lucy, are you ready to get started?” Stacey asked. I turned back to her. Stacey walked to a black desk with three chairs around it. Lucy and I sat side-by-side, Stacey opposite us. “So, what did you call this meeting for?”
“I wanted to talk about influences, and people,” I said.
“Alright,” said Stacey. “Lucy, what influences you?”
“Uh…” Lucy started.
“No, no, no,” I said. “You’re doing it all wrong. That isn’t what I meant, either.”
“Then what did you mean?” Stacey asked, agitated.
“I meant, doesn’t Lucy deserve more positive influence in her life?” I asked.
“She has it, from Mr. and Mrs. Blevins,” Stacey said.
“Positive to her, not positive to society,” I said.
“What do you want around her? That street-rat? Yeah, that’s positive. A positive ticket to jail,” Stacey snapped. I wondered whom she was talking about.
“Xander is not a street-rat, you ignorant woman!” Lucy exclaimed. Xander that was Lucy’s best friend.
“What do you call that boy, then?” Stacey said intensely.
“Homeless, because his mother is a selfish bitch!” Lucy explained, angered.
“Do not use that language in here. Lower your voice,” Stacey commanded.
“Lucy will do whatever the hell she wants. You are not her parental figure,” I said, becoming pissed at the woman across from me.
“No one is, because this child is bad. No one wants her!” Stacey said.
“I want to be her mentor,” I said. I could not adopt her, Grey would have a fit. I didn’t want to listen to her complain.
“Why?” Stacey asked.
“To teach her a person like you is what poisons the world,” I said my voice strong.
“Fine, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Maybe you’ll put some respect into her, and then it will rub off on you,” Stacey said.
“Lucy, or I, aren’t the ones who need it,” I took Lucy by the hand, and walked out of Social Services.
The next day, Meggan woke up at home.Another wolf like demons sat at the foot of her bed.She rubbed her eyes, it was still there."Wh- who are YOU?"Meggan asked scaredly."I'm Outsider."The demon said, then it wandered around.Every step it made shook the ground a bit.He walked through the wall, and didn't come back.
The car crash changed my life. It changed so much, that i'm not even living anymore. I walk the earth as a kinderd-spirit. Dead, forever. I follow my family sometimes. At one stage they actually thought they had a mouse infestation. For the one hundredth time i'm sorry I broke your vase,Jannet. My daughter, she loves collecting china and other lovely trinkets and stuff like that. For a sixteen year old she does have a lot. But Mike on the other hand, he loves cars,wants to become a famous race car driver. I worry for him, making his dreams so young, I did too. And look where it got me! Dead in my husband's car right in front of my kids! Of course, that was many years ago. On the road to becoming a famous song writer.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Jade Adams was making her way home when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her heart skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do you turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk home together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do you like it here?"