The Chronicles of the Nightshade Clan

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Kayla

When I got home from patrolling the area for harmful demons I handed my guns to Marcus for reloads and went up to my room to shower. I took off my school uniform and put it into the wash for Marcus to get. I then got in the shower and started to scrub traces of blood from myself.

Just a bit on my family, Marcus fell in love with one of my ancestors, Marie. He is a fire demon and she was human. She had a sister named Jade but no one knows what happened to her. Some say she went off with a demon too. But after Marie died of old age Marcus stayed with his decedents, protecting us, or in our case, doing domestic chores. He has red hair and red eyes, he is also an ancient.

My father, Chris, married into the Hunter clan. He is Japanese and has a younger brother called Sky. Both of them are psychic so both have green eyes. However, Sky has spiky blonde hair and my father has wavy black hair. He met my mother, Tammy, in Japan. The Hunter clan had just moved from England. An immense rivalry between the Hunter clan and the Crimson cult was why the Hunter clan moved. My parents then moved here to America and got married and had my older siblings, Cody and Sara. They both look like my mom, with light brown hair and brown eyes. They look British and have mother’s accent. I, on the other hand, look more like my father and have the same Japanese accent as my father. But I can pronounce my L\'s better than he can.

Well after my shower I got into a black tank top and put on some underwear. I then went downstairs to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of red blood. Since I have a slight trace of demon in my genes I have a few demon traits, but they are minimized. I can take a lot of damage, I’m well endowed in some areas, and I have to drink a little bit of blood. I don’t have to drink as much as a full demon. They drink once a week. I only have to drink once every few months.

Well after I downed the drink I went to go and say good night to Marcus and my parents. My siblings have already moved out so it’s just me and the people who raised me. Then I went to my room and got in bed.

My dream was kind of odd. I was me but I wasn’t there. I was just watching what was happening. There was a young girl about my age with big green eyes and a small bust. She looked kind of plain. She was just writing. I looked at what she was writing and I saw my name! It was weird. Then I saw her write about someone else called Acuo. But his name didn’t interest me, whoever he was. I read on about me. This girl had my whole family history! Suddenly I bolted awake with one word on my tongue.

Lilith

I woke up to the sound of heavy metal music coming from the alarm clock. I wiped the sleep from my eyes, that dreadful stuff. I sat up in my bed and looked around the deep neutral gray that was my room. I got out of bed and wobbled over to the bathroom. I turned on the water and splashed some onto my face. I looked into the mirror, still no blackheads. I loved my demonic heritage. I let a small smirk come to my face. I brushed my teeth and finished my morning rituals and went back to my room. I quickly changed into my school uniform and put on my jacket. It was getting cooler outside as the autumn wind blew in, carrying with it the beautiful purples and reds of dieing leaves.

I went to the kitchen to say goodbye to my parents and Marcus. I grabbed some toast and went out the door and started my walk to my high school. My school looked like any other school, except that we all had school uniforms. I didn’t mind that part too much. My father would have made me wear a miniskirt and a white shirt anyways because he likes to think we are still in Japan. I like the school girl look too. It’s a lot easier to move in than baggy jeans would be. That’s why I wear mine whenever I go out hunting. But it is a bit hard to get blood stains out of white. Demon blood especially, although Marcus seems to enjoy licking my clothes that have demon blood on them. I have to admit; even I have a slight urge to lick demon blood off of myself. Demon blood is very sweet because of a demon’s magical properties. Because of this most demons, or any blood drinking creature for that matter, cannot resist the succulent taste of it. The more powerful a demon is the sweeter its blood is.

I walked up the steps to the front doors and walked through the hallways to my first class of the day. I went to the back of the classroom and sat in my usual seat. I pulled out a book and began to read until the bell rang.

I sat there, reading for ten minutes. Still no teacher. The class began to become a tad giddy with excitement. The thought of no teacher really made the poor bastards rather happy. Too bad twelve years of substitute teachers didn’t show them that there would always be a teacher no matter what.

Just then Mrs. Jackson walked in. She was a short woman with graying hair, and small square glasses and loose slacks and a matching shirt. But today there was something different, our dear Mrs. Jackson. I felt another aura from right behind her, a male aura. It was a bit fuzzy for some odd reason so that was all I could tell.

Mrs. Jackson cleared her throat and announced in her small and mousy voice “Ok class. Please excuse my tardiness but I had to go to the office to get our new student. Please welcome Mr. Acuo Shade.”

Just then, as if rehearsed, the eighteen year old walked out from behind the teacher.

“Hey there. Names Acuo. I like girls and cheese!” he stated.

I took one look at this boy with his crystal blue eyes and his short black hair with long blue bangs and that one piercing on his left eyebrow. One thought came to my mind.

This year will be interesting.