Demons Among Us

Demons Among Us

When 15 year old Emalin mysteriously wake up on a deserted island, with nothing but a cracked phone. She is confronted by what could only be described as, Demons.

published on December 31, 201417 reads 9 readers 0 not completed
Chapter 1.


My cracked, painted nails reach out from under my grey sweater, clasping the large fallen branch for support. I don't know how I got here, but I'm here now. Only one thought crosses my mind.
Okay, maybe add food, fresh water and how the hell did I get here. The last thing I remember was being at the doctor's for a check up, I was walking back to the car, when darkness consumed me, then I woke up here. I don't know what to think.

My joints cry out in agony. I stumble clumsily through the sand. What have I done to deserve this? My foot hits something hard, then I collapse blindly into the ground, getting a mouthful of sand. I don't have enough energy to scream or flail about. I just lie there. My hand slowly pats the pocket in my jeans, hoping to find my phone. I use what's left of my energy to pull out a cracked and dead IPhone. I groan. Just great. My hand drops to the ground, just as the voices approach me. I immediately shut my eyes.

"Is she dead?" A rough male voice asks.
"No, she's breathing," A much softer male voice replies.
"I didn't know she was arriving, you?"
"Hey, girlie, wake up!" My eyes snap open, judging from his voice, he's not someone I want to mess with. Fear clasps my heart.
Red eyes!
Both of them! They share the same shocked expression as me.
"She's not..." The one with the soft voice begins. "She's not one of us..."

One of them is obviously a grown man, the one with the rough voice. He has long, dark brown hair, tied up in a ponytail. The other, he looks around my age, with silver hair that reaches the bottom of his neck.
"H-hello!" I stutter frightened. "W-who are you? What are you?"
"What are you?" The adult asks.
"Demon," The teenage boy replies. My emerald green eyes widen and my heart skips a beat. "How did you get here?"
"I-I don't know," I try to sound confident, but all that comes out is pathetic little whimpers. The Demon man sighs, as his eyes fade from red, to brown.
"You may as well come with us," The Demon man tells me.
"But we're going to need your name," The Demon teenager says.
"Emalin Amesteine,"
"Alistair," The teenager says, his eyes fading into blue.
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