Demon Kiss

Amethyst Jones is adopted along with her other siblings, but unlike them she is a Fable (Term to describe mythical creatures) with two unwanted deaths under her belt. Amy is determined to lay low, however Justin and Erik Are two incubus brothers who have come to retrieve her before her abilities peak to their most dangerous level on her 16th birthday. Emotions grows between Amy and both brothers as they get to know one another. Feelings couldn't arise at the worse time, Amy is the first female pure-blooded succubus ever born, the council of fables intends to betroth her to another pure blood. Rebel fables don't want the line to go on, but why? The question is, who should Amy trust?

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1. intro.

A cold February in Chesterville Michigan was the month things happened. I don’t want to be dramatic and say my life changed, even though it did, but things were definitely strange to say the least. I’m Amy, but my full name is Amethyst Rae Jones, yes you heard me correctly, my name is Amethyst. All of my siblings and I were named after our birthstones. My mother, Carmen, says our names make us special, that they make us stand out, that couldn’t be truer but I don’t want to stand out. I have a bad reputation so I want to blend in as much as possible, don’t worry you will know soon enough what my “bad reputation” is, trust me February of 2015 is crazy. Oh, I almost forgot, today is my 16th birthday, Friday the 13th.

I’m a junior at Cameron High school. Its 1st period, my angry algebra teacher, Mr. Manner, is having another political debate with a student. Sometimes this class is more economics than it is math. I hate math, but honestly I would rather learn math than sit here and watch Mr. Manner pull logic out of his ass and throw a fit when you don’t agree with his beliefs. I’ve learned to just go over what little notes I have collected over the past 6 months in an attempt to learn something. Usually once Mr. Manner is done “explaining” its already time to go to the next class, sometimes the bell rings and he isn’t even close to finished, and when he says “we will continue this discussion tomorrow” you know that the next day is going to be hell. He is a lunatic, a class “A”, power hungry whack job. It doesn’t help that he is super tall and

intimidating. He towers over everybody and has to duck to get through doorways. His bald head shines in the light and he is always angry, so he has tons of wrinkles all over his forehead. Early on this year, the entire junior class tried to figure out the number of wrinkles and lines on his head, one kid said 49, another said 80, another said 103, and the actual number remains a mystery. After class ends, I leave the room and head to second hour. Walking through the hallway I swear I felt eyes burning into the back of my skull, like somebody was giving me the stare down of a lifetime. My short blond hair felt as if it were heating up, so I quickly turned around, but nobody was staring at me. Kids were running around the chaotic halls, nothing was out of place. I hurried to second hour English. My English teacher, Ms. Lincord was a very short, plump woman. She was in her mid 50s and was beginning to gain both weight and grey hair. She was over all an amazing teacher; she talked in a way students could fully understand. She made Shakespeare plays easier to understand and comprehend. Her skin was dark and African, she always kept her hair at a rather close shave.

After English III is P.E. then government. After government is lunch, where I get to sit with my cousin, Stevie, and best friend, Lily. Lily and Stevie make a cute couple and have been officially dating for almost 4 years. Nobody else sits at the table with us. Everybody is scared of me, and they have a good reason. In the 8th grade, about 1day after my 13th birthday, I went out on my first date with a boy. This happened to be Lily and Stevie’s first date too. Scott Miller had been my “boyfriend” for 2 whole weeks before we went out, we had kissed but nothing had happened. All of a sudden after my 13th birthday, everything changed. We went to a movie, after the movie we waited for Stevie’s mom, my aunt Sheila, to pick us up in the arcade. Scott kissed me; this blue gas seeped from his mouth and into mine. I felt a boost of power and energy flowed through me. Scott collapsed; he died on the arcade floor. Just like that, my crush for the past 4 years died, because of me. All his thoughts, memories, ideas, feelings, etc. absorbed into me, it was like Scott became a part of me. I knew everything he knew, like how his dad died in a tragic car accident, his older brother constantly beats him up, and he had been in love with me since the 2nd grade.

The whole school found out and started to spread rumors, people were weary of me, but most didn’t believe the rumors. Until they saw it with their own eyes, freshman year a junior boy, Mark Johnson, was dared to kiss me. We were sitting in the lunch room when his lips touched mine. Mark took his final breath in the cafeteria,May 29th, he died. The autopsy reports showed that both boys died from heart failure. I was questioned by the police but didn’t tell them about the blue gas. I did however tell my parents. They believed me; they took extreme precautions and found ways to accommodate me with this new curse.

When I came back to school I didn’t let anybody touch me, not that they wanted to anyways. People were afraid to go near me, a Jesus freak painted a cross on my locker. I’m known as the Chesterville demon, honest. They think I am the spawn of Satan, here to steal their souls. Stevie and Lily know the truth, but aren’t afraid, their opinions are based off of fact; that I too am scared. They have been dating since February 14th, of 8th grade; their four year anniversary is tomorrow. I also received Mark Johnson’s memories, and I dream about them almost every night. Lily says the weird curse I have is like the ultimate rape whistle, Lily has been my best friend since 3rd grade, and she has always been optimistic, even about the demonic powers I have.

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