What I'll Make Of You

Author's Note:  Pulled down the story to edit it. There are sixteen chapters, going to aim for an every other day ordeal. Hoping to start posting new chapters fairly soon. Definitely feeling that I need to fix these before continuing. Hoping the effort is appreciated. What I have drafted is only twenty-something chapters, so if I don't add too much this should be finished before the end of the year? Hopefully? 

As always: Review if you can. Cheers, and enjoy.

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Chapter 1: 

Screaming could be heard in the next room and the heat of flames radiated through the wall. The figure in the doorway held a torch as other similar figures ran by, some pouring kerosene, some just fleeing. The boy in the corner just stood and watched. The heat caused a draft that was moving his hair about his face and he stared, unmoving, at the man. He stood for a moment and it seemed he was shocked that the boy continued to stay where he was despite the blood that pooled on the floor and the heat in the room, "And exactly what are you?" He called, unsure as to why this child was even in the room, was he a servant of the master's? He didn't seem to belong in this place. The boy tipped his ear to the voice and then growled, his canines flashed in the light of the flames and it was then he noticed that they were elongated and intensely dangerous. The man stepped back in horror, "What the hell are you?"

Slowly this boy moved his gaze over to the wall where the flames were eating through. He seemed more interested in flames than afraid as he should have been. The villagers reasoned that the creatures that preyed on men should be afraid of these flames; the fires could kill them just as easily as the sunlight did. He did not understand why he just stood in the corner watching as they burned the home around him. His cape lifted from his back revealing a child who hugged his leg, his hand rubbed her back and she seemed as unafraid as he was. The horror of what was happening in this room was slowly beginning to unfold and the man stepped back to get away, not wanting to fall victim. 

There were six bodies in here, all men who would seem to hold at least a hundred pounds over the creature in the corner. It seemed they had either attacked him or attempted to help him as he stood in this room, but from the way their skin clung to their faces and the leather look of their exposed skin he could only assume they had given their blood for this creature's evening meal. A seventh man lay of the floor and from him a river of blood flowed from a gaping wound in his neck; a knife lay a few inches away from outstretched fingers. He had died struggling, attempting to fight. The boy was covered in blood and at first glanced it seemed he was mortally wounded, though after a moment the man had realized the blood was not his own. 

"The girl!" A voice yelled behind him and he noticed another man had also seen the boy. He pushed back the questioning male and ran toward the boy in the corner, "Let me save the girl." The man in the doorway gasped as a small child held onto the boy's legs, she screamed and cried when the man touched her and grabbed onto the boy's legs that much tighter. The boy lifted him and hissed, throwing him across the room. He landed at the observer's feet and scurried up, "Demon!" He turned and ran out and the figure in the door way left them to their fate.

He prayed that the merciful Goddess would protect the child; she didn't deserve to trust such a demon.