Through Demon Eyes

Some people seem real. Some people are real. And some people can't be trusted.
Who would you choose to trust?

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Hey this is my story. No hating this is my life you're reading!! Hope you enjoy. Drop me a comment. I would love to hear your thoughts.

Willow King

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Chapter one

I'm a sixteen year old demon. And my twin sister is a sixteen year old angel. Many people don't know this fact. So congrats on being special. Don't worry I won't kill you I'm sure you’re a hunter anyways. But I have done nothing wrong, you’ll see …

“Willow, Alice,” We weren’t up for school yet and mum was getting annoyed. “Get your butts out of bed!!”

“Yeah mum, whatever!” Alice shouted running into my room. Underline MY room. Why would she even dare open my door?! I thought she was meant to be the good one.

“Ever heard of a little thing called privacy Alice?!” I said rolling out of bed.

“Not while mum is still annoyed with you!”

I flashed my black eyes at her.

“Not going to scare me.” She flashed her blue eyes back.

“Whatever, just get out!!” I chucked my pillow at her head. She caught it, threw it back on my bed, and left the room.

“Show off!” I shouted through the door.

I got up and went to my en-suite bathroom.

After, I went to my walk-in closet. I didn’t half choose a good vessel to steal!! I thought.

The mother is a doctor. And earns thousands in the space of two months. The father invents machines to go to the hospitals to help save lives and stop cancer. If his invention works he’ll earn billions from just one them. So, naturally, this family was loaded with money. The only dark spot is that this angel chick’s true vessel was this one’s twin sister. But, we learned to get along. Well, as much as teenage twins do anyway. It’s worked out pretty well for the two of us, so far.

I got into school and found my best friend, Elizabeth Cousins, waiting for me. She was a pretty sixteen year old girl, little under two weeks younger than me. She had black hair with streaks of red in it, green eyes and a VERY good taste in music. And to be fair, is very good with relationships.

“Hey Lizzy, Brett.” Brett Bartholomew Brooke. What a boy to go out with Lizzy.

“Sup Will?” they always call me Will.

“Not much, school mostly. You guys?”

“School. We’re going to the movies after though, wanna tag along?” she always asks me to come on their dates as without me she says it’s just…. Awkward.

“Er…”