Chapter two: Little Demon
By EoAA
Valentina had been walking nearly all day. She needed a place to rest. Lucky for her she had found just the place; an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. Perfect. She opened the door with a barely audible creak and looked around. The place had the old, musty smell to it. Dry with a little tinge of mothballs. The place wasn’t scary, it was well lit and only a few cobwebs around on various items.
Valentina sat down on the old, faded blue sofa. A cloud of dust came up as she did. Somehow, she managed to make even that look graceful, mainly because of glamour. She had used it so often to try and get her father’s attention that she didn’t even realize that she was doing it anymore. She got some leftover food out of her bag that she had put on the seat next to her and started to eat.
The walls are covered with weapons Valentina realized. Old swords. Medieval weapons. A whip. A whip, hmm I could use a whip. Valentina stood up and proceeded to make her way across the room to the whip that was fascinating her so much. She took it off the wall and looked at it, then made her way to a clear spot in the room.
Valentina raised the whip above her head and brought it down. It didn’t make a sound. She tried again. Still no success. Again and again she tried till finally… CRACK. The noise that she had been waiting to hear. She had finally gotten the hang of it. She raised it again. CRACK. Yes she had definitely gotten it. She smiled with grim satisfaction.
Looking around for something she could use to tie it to her belt, Valentina strode around the room the whip perched in her hands. Aha, she had found it. A whip holder. She attached it to her belt and placed the whip on it. A perfect fit. She took it off again and lay down on the sofa. Before she knew it she had drifted into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning Valentina was ready to keep moving. She had already travelled almost to the nearest town. That’s when she spotted her. A little demon. Half cat demon, half bat demon. She was unconscious. Lying there in a battered heap. She only looked about 10 years old. Valentina immediately felt compelled to do something. So she did.
Slinging the young, unconscious demon over her shoulder in a fireman lift. Valentina carried her to the next clearing she could find. There she made a small fire and tended to the girls wounds. It was nearly noon when she finally woke up.
