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Tima’s Tale: Tima's Big Day

The Sun beamed bright and harsh, and although her windows were specially treated to filter it out, she could sense that it wouldn’t be in her best interest to venture into it. The thick velvet curtains that blocked the intrusion would’ve worked for a normal person, but by no stretch of the imagination was she normal.

Daylight made her feel heavy and sluggish, which was why she chose that time to sleep.
She was used to her night foraging. Under the cover of darkness Tima was able to stalk and roam, honing her stealth techniques, and at the same time tested the almost non-existent awareness of humans. She was at full strength when the Sun’s rays were hidden. Even cloudy days she could tolerate.

Her existence in the mansion was not as confining as the orphanage, and she was allowed many freedoms. She made it a personal point to avoid human contact. It wasn’t easy at first, but when she came to realize that the majority of human visitors and servants were totally oblivious and lost in their own world, it became easier. Clinging to ceilings and walls, along with ducking into cramped spaces almost seemed moot as the servants and cleaners shambled through their chores. After a while it wasn’t fun anymore.

It was more fun to play hide and seek with the guard dogs at night.

They often rough housed through the night often making noises of barking, but when Tima joined in with the noise fest, the night staff became frightened by the sounds that weren’t human. They began to whisper rumors that demons or ghosts haunted the grounds and the forest beyond.

They were half right.

Tima, herself was a half-demon.

More so two-thirds demon.

Her crimson skin wasn’t the only thing that set her apart from the human race. Along with her bat-shaped ears, and feline fangs, her huge amber eyes added to her ethereal countenance. And then, there was her pointed tail.

The bumps on her temples were ignored at first. When the flesh gave way to bone, both her and Jordan realized that she was sprouting horns.

Her keeper, Jordan DuPonte attributed it to the incidents that happened a few months ago after she fought and defeated the Grandelwraith Monster. Something in her Demon makeup allowed her to physically upgrade. He was still researching demonology and had met with incomplete information. If there were tomes of demonic data, it was beyond his reach.

There were a lot of things that Tima did not know about herself. There was a good chance that the orphanage had the knowledge she required, but there was no way in Heaven or Hell that she would go back willingly. Her survival instincts were stronger than her curiosity.

There were those times when Tima stayed in her room and watched the large screen High definition TV. She tried to get a handle on human life, despite the fact that she had absorbed information and images from ingesting human blood, the visions still confused her. She did not truly understand what the feelings and ideas meant.

Jordan surmised that because she hadn’t lived them, she was detached. Like when she watched the late night news broadcasts or the shows ranging from comedies and tragedies, they were interesting but she never understood why people cried or did nothing. To her, acts of criminality were resolved by the stronger will succumbing and defeating the weaker by tearing out the offender’s throat. The court shows bewildered her. A quick death to the perpetrator and the problem was solved.

But today was to be her day.

This was her reward for her patience and unquestioning service.

Jordan DuPonte in truth was a Warrior Sorcerer. He was trained in the mystic arts in the dark recesses of Haiti, prompted by the death of his parents at the claw and talons of chaos demons. His investigations revealed that the monsters were unleashed by a human element. He had made it his life’s mission to seek out and punish those responsible, thus he looked into the dark abyss, as Frederick Nitchze had once stated.

Jordan had tapped into a form of nether-energy that had eluded most aether-casters, giving him an unparalleled power that he had yet to master.

But with such power, there came enemies. And with enemies, Jordan sought protection.
Along came Tima.

The bond was quickly formed as Jordan volunteered his blood. The demoness readily drank and the side effect was that she was able to ingest thoughts and images, mostly his. But at the same time, he was also able to tap into her morbid thoughts as well. This had never happened in the history of Human-demon relationships, as far as either of them knew. His insight helped her sort out the previous memories of her first human subject. At the time, he wasn’t human and his intent was rape.

Tima was birthed to be a breeder, but she had other plans. It was most unfortunate for the man.

Jordan realized that he had the chance of keeping his own personal demon as his supernatural bodyguard. She was most affective and repelled many attackers. She even benefited the guard dogs by getting them used to the scent of unnatural beings. After a while, they accepted her as their leader and oftimes bristled when even Jordan approached with the intent to scold her.

His magic sometimes took meditation and concentration, so in those summoning times, he was vulnerable. That was when Tima performed her job of protection and distraction.

But speaking of distraction, Tima became increasingly curious of the outside world. There had been those rare times when she wandered to the nearby city outskirts and stayed in the shadows to observe. She even managed to visit the open markets of Pierre Noir, but all storefronts were closed or boarded. The scents of human activity were stale in the air, but there was no one present this late.

During her recuperation, she lounged and watched TV, growing more curious. There were many questions that Jordan could not answer to her satisfaction and her need to know and experience started to get the better of her. After her exemplary performance with the Grandelwraith Monster, she deserved a reward.

She insisted that she walk amongst the humans. Jordan had thought long and hard about it and initially his response was an absolute no.

But Tima was as unrelenting with her desires as she was in battle.
Jordan eventually conceded.

But first he had to make preparations.

It was late in the afternoon, 2:35 PM when Jordan entered her room after announcing his presence. Her keen ears registered his approach when he entered the long hallway. The carpet muffled nothing to her.

“I found a few spells that may help you, “He began.

Tima was anxious. Both her and the young sorcerer knew of the drain that the daylight would invoke. This meant that he found a way to circumvent that.

“The limo is getting ready, and so we have to hurry.”

It was getting difficult for Tima to contain herself.

Jordan closed his eyes and slightly lowered his head as he mouthed silent words. His hands were brought chest high and close to his body and a violet glow flared briefly. For a scant second Tima was engulfed by a similar flash, followed by a cool, swirling breeze. It was invigorating and her heaviness vanished. She felt slightly stronger than she did on a typical night, but not quite as powerful as she did on a full moon.

Jordan turned on his heel and gestured her to follow.

Is that it?” She asked.

“That’s it,’ he answered tersely.

To get to their ride, the two had to pass through the mansion proper. Tima had never been through these sections and was enthralled by the immense opulence. There were the designs and features that proudly announced wealth, from furniture and accessories. Jordan himself ignored his trapping. This was all show for his guardian.

The reverend Stubbs had filed to legally adopt Jordan when he was a child. Jordan had no reason to dispute this, since his life’s goal was his obsession. Nothing else mattered and he had little to do with the boisterous preacher. Stubbs was like any other evangelist, money and power hungry and using the veil of God to achieve a life away from the squalor of his past. Although not an evil man, he still fit the stereotype of the loud and animated fat black preacher. Out of curiosity, the young mage viewed a taped church session, confirming his distaste for the religion and the man. But like Tima, he served a purpose.

This was Jordan’s base of operation. And as long as he was left alone in his private wing of the mansion that his parents owned, the Reverend Stubbs could bite the head off chickens and stuff them up the Asses of children for all he cared. The Reverend was not present at the moment. It was assumed that he was attending his flock.

Jordan was not mean to the staff that cleaned and cooked. He had little to say. Many of the staffers talked among themselves, creating stories about the boy, including that he was raised in Haiti and too shy and afraid of people.

He didn’t mind, as long as they left him alone.

Tima received some strange stares and glances.

They were looks of curiosity, not of fear.

She could hear with her acute senses that they were curious of the new girl. Who was she? Was she the reason why Master Jordan kept to the south wing? What county was she from? Is she going to stay here? What would the Reverend do when he finds that his ward was taking up with this girl?

Since Tima had no understanding of their words she tossed them off without a second thought. In her night stalking she had spotted and sometimes observed the people, including the Reverend Stubbs himself. On a few occasions, he felt her eerie presence watching him. Looking around, he saw nothing, so quick were her reflexes. He was prompted to clutch at his crucifix and mumble words of faith. Tima felt compelled to go elsewhere, whether from boredom or an urgent need to continue her game at a later date.

The chauffeur held the car door with a passively blank face for Tima. His only hint of curiosity was the twitch and slight rise of his eyebrow.

She gave him a long once over. His uniform piqued her as she wondered why a person would bind himself up in such a manner with cloth and leather. She had tried on human clothes before and found them itchy and uncomfortable. Naked was the only way to be.

It never occurred to her that her nudity would cause contention, even after viewing programs where many mortals were ill at ease at the sight of a naked female. It was all-natural to her, while garments seemed so unnatural.

Even Jordan covered himself.

The plush suede seats felt warm against her backside as she sat in the limo. Their journey lasted for a good half hour before they reached the hub of Pierre Noir activity: the marketplace.

Unlike Tima’s previous forays, this time it was teeming with people. A large variety of folks, young, and old, male, female and of different racial persuasions milled about.
The chauffeur found a convenient point to expel the passengers after Jordan indicated their desire to get out.

“Return here in four hours,” the youth instructed.
The scent of food and people hung strong in the air due to her acute senses and there were many things that she had never experienced before.

Pierre Noir was a large seaport that had been converted into a fisherman’s Warf and shopping community. It allowed the people a place to congregate and often, folks from all over came as tourists. Complete with outdoor restaurants, stores and various establishments it was the kind of place that would keep many a newcomer very busy.

It was fortunate for Jordan that he had prepared himself with money and credit cards. Tima’s curiosities would have caused major trouble if he had not been able to pay for her transgressions on the spot.

Tima had no idea of restraint when it came to food or information. She would pick up anything in the open market and take a bite without asking. When she picked up a freshly slaughtered duck and began to devour it, Jordan thought it best to caution her about her ability to attract attention. It was one thing to sample fruit and vegetables, but to start taking bites out of the animals as she pleased would have to be quelled.

Her dark escort had decided to take her to a nearby eatery, considering that she displayed signs of hunger.

They managed to find a place where they both could sit secluded from the crowd. It was a tavern/restaurant called the ‘Pirate’s Galley’. Although it was near the end of the pier, it was not quite the place where the genteel folk would have frequented. The dark atmosphere suited them both, although the murky smoke assaulted the Demoness’ nose. In the back of the place was the non-smoking section.

As the waitress led them to their seats, Tima looked at those who stared at them in an unblinking, withering glare. She could sense that some were displeased by their presence. But when her eyes caught sight of the person in the mirror, she stopped in shock.
Mimicking her moves in the mirror behind the bar was a strange person.

Her hair was long and wavy. The Ebony tresses came down to the middle of her back. The girl seemed of some Mediterranean descent with olive colored skin and dark eyes, perhaps Egyptian or Persian. This person also wore stylish clothing, from a billowing blouse to a tight, short skirt. Leather boots came to mid thigh, concealing her stockings.

When Tima squinted her eyes the girl became somewhat transparent and revealed the demon girl in her stead. With that, Tima was pleased and resumed their journey.
The waitress, a frail looking blonde thing assumed that Tima was merely checking herself for anything out of place. If only she knew.

They both sat and a menu was brought to them.

As the red girl perused the pages she smiled to herself as she read its contents. She had come a long was since the orphanage. Back in the day she would have tried to wipe those annoying bugs off the paper, unaware that those ‘bugs’ were words.

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