For hundreds of years, the world has been this way. There are the demons and the commoner humans, who constantly fight each other for the bits of slum-cities that are their allowence. And there are the Noble humans, rulers of everything. They sit in their castle-cities and watch the planet fester. You never see them the rest of the world is too unclean for them to leave their little boxes without protective suits. There weren't ever any noble demons, and heaven forbid anyone to even think there would be any noble part-demons.
But I am getting ahead of myself, my name is Kira, or Allie Kat as I was known. I was raised in the mean streets of a slum-city. It wasn't a glamorous world, but it was the kind of life that you live or none at all, especially if you are a partial demon. We were the rejects, the ones the world loved to hate, in a place where humans hate demons and vice versa. No one could see the other side of the story, except for maybe the ones that are somewhere in between, but very few other people seemed see or hear us.
This is my story, our story, a story of living in a world as a part-demon.
One – Child Lost
The dark buildings were but shadows against the early evening glow. The moon hung a waning crescent sliver in the neon-dark sky. It had been raining and the slum-city seemed even darker than usual. There was something ominous in the air, aside from the normal silence. A single car, a rare sight in this grim part of the city, drove along the crumbling street, causing a bit of disturbance.
"Even a nasty commoner city has its worst parts." muttered a voice in the back of the car.
Shadows slunk around the foreign vehicle, their eyes gleaming in the dull shine of twilight. A woman inside the car rolled the heavily tinted window up the rest of the way. She was well dressed, trimmed and cropped from her head to her pointed shoe. She was unnaturally thin and bony; her dirty-brown hair pulled back into a bun so tight it seemed to keep her face stiffly held in an endless grimace. Thick dark makeup coated her eyelids, shielding bright, yet seemingly soulless green eyes. She wore tight a suit of grey pin-striped material. Everything about her look was in such order one might think she had threatened it with a whip.
"Right here," She said, and the car stopped. A quiet sobbing could be heard from farther back in the car. The woman pushed a button on the door with a manicured finger and a privacy window disappeared into the seat.
"Mother, please don't do this, she hasn't done anything wrong!" cried a frightened voice. A young boy, probably eleven years of age, climbed forward and leaned through the opening. His hair was the same brown color as hers but his eyes were a lighter, warmer brown.
"Please she isn't old enough! She won't survive! Mother please please, she is your daug-" his voice was silenced by a harsh slap to the face from his mother's spidery hand.
"That half-thing is not mine; it did not come out of me and was not my husband's child. My husband was no…demon," she said, a quiet ice weaving its way through her voice and infusing the last word with hatred. Realizing his pleading was getting him nowhere, the boy leapt back into his seat and held tight to another form.
"You won't take her!" he yelled, curling over the smaller body defensively. A hand swiped through the window, grabbing hold of a lock of midnight-black hair and causing a muffled scream. The boy instinctively let go, realizing the other child was in pain, and the little girl was pulled through the window by the hair. Her hands were bound and she was gagged by a strip of cloth. Words couldn't be made out in her muffled yelling as she fought hard to escape the woman's grasp.
"Jared!" the woman yelled at the driver. The side door was opened, and the smaller child toppled out of the car with the woman, landing on the crumbled wet pavement. Finally the little girl's unusually sharp teeth bit through the gag and she was able to speak.
"Brother!" she screamed, before being thrown sideways by a kick from the woman's foot. The high heeled shoe left a bleeding gash on her left shoulder. The brown-haired boy tried to jump from the car to her rescue, only to be caught in mid-air by his mother
"Kira!" he cried out as he was pulled harshly back into the car. "Kira, I'm sorry!"
"Brother!" the girl cried out, leaping up with an amazing agility and running towards the car. Their eyes met one last time, his caramel brown and hers unusually bright green with slitted pupils; cat's eyes. Then Kira was kicked to the ground and the car door was slammed.
The sound echoed in the streets for what seemed like forever. The watching shadows that had followed the car had now disappeared. Usually the Street Clans jumped at the chance for a new abandonee, but this girl was obviously part-demon from her cat's eyes, pointed ears, and black-furred tail matching her raven hair. She would be nothing but trouble.
She sat now, a lonely abandoned child of five years old, chewing absently at the strips of cloth tying her small hands together. It was a long time before she stopped crying.
She sat there for hours but didn't notice the black shadow approach until it began growling. Instinctively she turned and hissed, her pupils shrinking to slivers in fear. Kira had never seen a dog so big. It showed its inch-long canines, a foam gathering around the edges of its mouth as it snarled. In desperation Kira finally pulled her hands free of the bindings, using her feet for leverage, leaving her wrists red and raw. The dog took another step, and leapt with its teeth bared and ears back. Kira felt a sudden weight land on her and flailed wildly, managing to land a kick to the beast's eye. Then she ran. She could hear snarling and the clacking of claws on the pavement behind her as she fled. She screamed, but no one listened. There were no police in this part of town, no good neighbors to hear her cries, and no brother to defend her. For the first time she felt truly alone. She didn't understand, and didn't know what to do. She ran past an alleyway where several more huge dogs were resting and scavenging. She caught sight of them out of the corner of her eye as they ran out onto the street, joining the chase.
Turning corners and in and out of shadows, across abandoned roadways and through obvious gang-territories Kira ran. Her legs began to give out, so tired from running. She slowed, panting. Her eyes darted back and forth, seeking an escape to safety. Then she spotted a low wall. She climbed onto a trash-can to get onto it. Down about seven feet below she watched as the dogs scrambled and leapt at the bottom of the wall, trying to reach her. She hid as far away from the edge as she could, but still cringed every time the scraping of claws sounded close.
After a while the sounds of scratching and barking died away. It took longer for her to build up the confidence to near the edge and look over. She let out a strangled gasp when she saw that the dogs were still there and pulled back to where she couldn't see them. A while later she took another quick look, and realized this time that the beasts had fallen asleep.
She lay back, trying to organize her mind. She didn't understand what had happened in the last couple of hours. Nothing made sense. Her instincts had helped her survive so far, but she was too young to know how to live.
'Help' her mind cried 'Lord just help me.' She prayed, then she slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.