Fan Fiction ❯ My Demon ❯ IV ( Chapter 4 )

IV

 

It had been a crazy week. She had to continue fixing up the house and also enroll in the school nearby. Her sister came by with her parents to drop off a new car so she could get to her job and school easily. During the whole visit she had wondered what her parents thought about her.

 

The hole in the wall still hadn't sealed itself up and lately she heard noises coming from within the house. It had kept her awake for countless hours. Her thoughts had slipped away from her and she began to drift off into different worlds.

 

“Kikyo! Hey earth to Kikyo!” Ayame yelled.

 

She waved a hand in front of Kikyo's face. Kikyo drifted out of her daydream and turned her attention to her little sister.

 

“Hmm? What?” Kikyo asked.

 

Ayame flipped back a few stray strands of her dyed dark brown hair and looked at her sister with piercing green eyes. Kikyo was a bit taken back by her sister's look but regarded it nonetheless.

 

“I asked you if you enjoyed living here by yourself,” Ayame asked again.

 

Kikyo pondered that for a bit. She enjoyed having her sister over for company but did she really enjoy living by herself.

 

The sound of a horn brought her out of her thoughts. Ayame stood up and grabbed her coat.

 

“Well that's mom and dad. Call me when you want me over again ok? I want to continue this conversation,” she said.

 

Kikyo nodded and showed her sister out. When she closed the door she placed her back against it and slumped down. She ended up on the floor and her knees were up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around them and looked up.

 

“Do I really like living by myself?” she inquired.

 

She couldn't ponder it anymore because she heard a slight strangled cry. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard it. She listened carefully and heard it again. It was as if someone had been caught in a trap and can't get out. It sounded like it was coming from the basement of her house.

 

She stood up slowly and made her way to the door leading to the cellar. There was supposed to be two different basements, a normal basement and a sub basement. The sub basement was there before they tore down the house and rebuilt it. They hadn't even heard of it until someone found it.

 

She held onto the walls when she walked down the creaky wooden steps. It was hard to keep balance when half of you wanted to run. On the last step she tripped over a nail that stuck out and fell to the hard concrete ground. She scrapped her knee slightly.

 

She looked around and saw that there was really nothing there. So she decided to get a flashlight and try and explore the sub basement. It was only right for her to do so, since this was her house.

 

She pulled out a large lime green one and turned it on. The light was a bit blinding but she got used to it in a matter of seconds. She looked around for a door and found none so she began exploring the walls. Some how she stepped on a block that sunk beneath the ground. The wall parted and revealed a set of stairs.

 

By now she was freaked out. But it was much too late for her to back out now. She took a few small steps before picking up her pace. The set of stairs that she was now walking on were stone. Each step resounded through the cascading hall.

 

She shone the light on every inch and screamed when she saw a bunch of skeletons on the east wall. Her heart banged against the walls of her chest. She placed a hand on it to keep it steady.

 

When she overcame the shock she looked farther and saw a wall full of what looked to be old Japanese wards. They had the symbol of DEMON SPELL on it. It was a seal. She had studied a lot about Japanese seals and wards when she was in Middle school. She even took a training course for those who wanted to be priestesses.

 

She placed a small finger on one of the wards and it burned into thin air. She stepped back as the rest began to burn with it. The heat was unbearable. It was highly unlikely for such a small fire to create such heat but something was different.

 

The wall collapsed and she took a few steps back until her back was on the wall. Dust rose and she covered her mouth and closed her eyes. The light was buried beneath all the rubble and she couldn't see anything.

 

When she opened her eyes the dust had cleared and a set of glaring amber eyes stared back at her.

 

“Who are you?” a figure growled.

 

Her voice caught in her throat. Who was that? And why was that person in the sub basement of her house in a room covered with wards?