I Awoke In a complete daze in my bed. It was dark outside. I had wondered if all that was a dream. or reality. I looked at my arm. It was healed. There were some blood stains on my face but I had guessed it as a nosebleed.

I opened my door to go downstairs. The light was on. I looked at the clock in the hall way. The clock read 12:45am. My dad was usually asleep by now. I walked down and turned the corner to see my Dad staring back at me.

"Son, Do you know how much trouble you are in" He said in a relentless tone of anger.

"That boys parents are suing us for every single penny we have.

I stood there silent not knowing what to say. He continued

"I can't believe you. My own son. Nearly killed someone today" He said as he looked at his watch.

"I'm sorry. Yesterday"

I just stood still with my head held low. The Demon me inside began to talk.

"So they are suing you and your father. Even though that damn racist faggot got nothing close to what he deserved. "

"They are coming here in a few moments to discuss this with us" My father said to me.

"Maybe we can get them out of suing us"

The Demon me spoke through me. Trying to highten the pitch in his voice to sound like my natural voice.

"He got what he deserved. After all the shit he put me through"

"Excuse me!" My Dad said with his eyes widened. I myself have never cursed infront of my dad. Yet the Demon side didn't care.

"You heard me. Out of all the times he has been such a Dumbfuck to me and others. He deserved worse. I should have slit his fucking throat out with my own claws" The Demon side said. I seen my vision began fading to black again.

My dad got up and slapped me straight across the face. I fell to the floor. The slap made my vision stop fading. The Demon side growled inside. I could hear him loud in my head.

"I don't EVER want to hear that kind of violence come out of your mouth again! Do you understand me!"

I just held my head low. It was silent for 10 seconds before the doorbell rang.

My dad picked my up and forced me into the nearest chair. And opened the door for our "company"

"Hello...Mister and Miss?" My dad asked.

"Grandor" They both said. as my dad let them in. They gave me the look of disgust. I looked back. My Demon eyes shown through. Changing instantly from natural to demon form. And back to natural. They continued to walk into the living room. I could tell they were scared by that.

"So, I expect this to be discussed properly. And that the right punishment should be taken." Mrs. Grandor said in such a snooty voice. I hated her for giving birth to that asshole.

"No worries Mrs. Grandor. Vulffen will have a big punishment" My dad said looking back at me with those eyes that screamed "You're in big trouble boy. Enjoy yourself while it lasts"

"I certainly hope so Mr.Catatonik. Our son is in the hospital because of that incompetent little brat." She said. I was ready to lunge. My Demon side was itching to tear her limb from limb.

"I Know that Ma'am. He is in further trouble for words he used earlier." My dad said. Sounding Irritated.

"We will be suing for $35,000. That should be enough for our sons hospital bill and medicine for his wounds. Mr. And Mrs. Grandor again looked at me in the most utter disgust.

Thats when my Demon side snapped. My vision went from black to red. I instantly transformed this time. No bleeding tar. No screaming for help on the floor, Just instant. Demonic transformation.

My Dad, And Mr and Mrs. Grandor looked at me in fear. I tried holding myself back. I lunged straight for the snooty bitch Mrs. Grandor first.

My claws dug under her jaw. I slowly tore it off. And straight in half. She was still alive. Blood was going everywhere. Mr. Grandor pulled out a silenced gun from his wifes purse. As if they brought the gun to be ready for something like this.

He pointed the gun at me and fired. I fell to the ground. Haha, Faking dead. My Dad, I could see him out of the corner of my eye. Stunned. Not moving. And in complete fear. Mr.Grandor stood over me. He then began to kneel down to see if i was alive.

I then swung at his jaw with my claws out stretched, Instantly tearing it of. He backed up. Shocked by this. Still alive and blood pouring from where his jaw used to be. I then lunged at him. My claws went into his eye sockets. straight out the back of his head. My fangs sunk into his neck before I tore his throat straight out of his neck. He fell dead to the floor. Blood everywhere. To make sure he was dead. I lunged my hand into his chest and ripped his heart out. I licked it slightly before I swallowed it whole.

I looked over as i was bout to go back after Mrs. Grandor. only to see that she was dead.

"What a shame. I was hoping to torture that snooty bitch. but. I guess she bled to death" I said looking at my dad. who was in shock. He didn't say a word. Nor move. He was shocked to the point of sanity being lost in his head.

"Eh, Say something when you're ready." I said as i shrugged and walked up the steps. To my room. The Grandor's blood dripped from my jaws as I walked to my room. I walked into my room. Sat on my bed as I transformed back to myself. I heard the Demon form inside my head say.

"That was just too much fun. I need to do stuff like that more often"

I looked out my open window. Wondering why this demon inside was here. The Demon side said nothing the rest of the night. I would say he was slumbering if nothing else. I didn't want to wake him. So I cleared my mind. Blank. I laid there in bed for the next few days. No one came to the door. My dad never moved. And the Grandor's bodies rotted on the floor.

...What have I become?


End of Chapter 2.