Demon

• Daybah Doe, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2015

The blood of a sinner dripped down my painted lips as a low gasp left the mouth of my prey, the star painted heavens hugged our bodies as we stared at each other with a hint of worry in both our eyes.
The wounded moon watched me with an intense gaze as if it knew what and who I was, I am not afraid, but these demons I've grown to know are not backing down without a proper feeding.
Her eyes start to close and her face goes pale as my skin, they gasp in surprise when I reach down and grab her fragile hand.

"What have I done?" A salty droplet melted onto my tongue, Her body gets weaker under my hold as her calm and steady breathing starts to fade into the non existing world she was travelling into.

"It's okay..." She melts away from my hands and leaves me stunned and on my knees.

They stand and applaud, the darkness takes me away as their muffled claps slowly fly away.

I'm not a demon, but I'm no angel either.