• Charlie, stared into the odd statues vacant eyes. She had stumbled upon it in the backwoods behind her high school. It was freezing cold outside, the ground covered with a fresh blanket of snow, causing her to shiver.
    Blood
    Dear God what was that? A voice that was almost human, but at the same time, was nothing like it.
    Blood, please, bring me back...
    "Bring who back? Where are you?" Charlie asked aloud.
    She stared to the statue. She, being the tomboy that she was, took out the pocket knife she always carried and sliced her finger with it.
    Yesssss.
    She held the blood close to the lips of the statue, but didn't quite touch it, out of fear.
    Please, Charlie, give me the blood.
    "How do you know my name?"
    Don't tell me you don't remember me.
    "Ummm-"
    Lyxander?
    "Lyxand- my imaginary friend?"
    Your guardian demon.
    She wiped the blood onto his lips and the statue shell broke.
    "Lyxander, you were in all of my dreams."
    "So you do remember."
    Lyxander's eight black tendrils on his back surrounded her, bringing her close.

    To be continued...