Chapter 11
The Demon Head's Granddaughter

Author comments: alright so you'll notice I've changes the story at this point from 1st person to 3rd person. It is just easier for me to do it this way.

Justine still didn't want to accept anything she was hearing. She wanted to believe that she had lost her mother not that her real mother was part of a society or group that wanted to practically end the world to start it anew. She sat in a corner for a moment her hand running through her dark hair. Green eyes darted to the door that was block by the only thing she thought would be heavy enough to keep the door closed. Though she knew if they really wanted in the room no mere dresser would stop them. She heard a knock and she tensed up not out of fear or anticipation but by the fact that she could merely guess who was at the door. Her father. "J.."He said but Justine had interupted him."go the hell away!"she said quite angrily. She couldn't believe that she was lied to basically her whole life. Green eyes were for a moment filled with hurt then a searing anger. What was the point of her staying here perhaps she could go off on her own speak to this...mother of hers. Find out what actually happened and why she was left the way She was. She was snapped out of her thoughts as the door was pushed open despite the dresser that blocked it. She looked away fists curled tight into well fists in her anger. She soon heard the dresser either fall over or hit the wall nearby before she heard his footsteps come to her and then a shadow cast over her. What happened next was something she wasn't expecting nor was she sure she wanted it or not. She felt arms wrap around her as if in a hug. She closed her eyes for a moment.