My Demon Mate

Chapter One

Chapter One

Hey Artemis, how are you holding up? My boyfriend texts me.

Oh, you mean how am I today? The six month anniversary of my parents death? I’m great, thanks. As soon as I send the text I feel bad. It’s mean.

How’s your sister holding up? Even with my attitude, Arthur is still a sweetheart.

She’s struggling. She understands the concept of death, even being a six year old, so she’s not too happy. I’m dropping her off at her nursery school before heading to Trinity High. The nanny conveniently took the day off, so I’m going to be late to school. Please cover for me.

Of course, babe. I love you, see you soon.

Love you too.

I shut off my phone and take a deep breath. I generally wear minimal makeup at school, just put on my eyes and lips, but today I can’t I just stick on clear lip balm and call it a day. My lips are naturally red so it’s not too bad, but not great.  

“Art, we should leave soon! My school starts way soon. I think.” My sister, Bella, calls from behind me.

“You’re classes start in half an hour, babygirl. It’s a fifteen minute drive so we’ll leave in ten.”

I turn to her and pick her up, carrying her to the downstairs of our apartment.

“Breakfast is oatmeal, baby. Is that okay?”

“With raspberries?”

“Always.”

She smiles and nods eagerly, and I make both of us a bowl of oatmeal. I pour her a glass of apple juice, and make myself a cup of coffee. We both finish in ten minutes. I dressed her earlier into a really cute dress and smile at her before getting in the elevator and texting the valet to get my BMW M6 out for me. Once there I buckle her into the back and get in the driver seat. I accidentally pinch her arm with the seatbelt and she cries out. So I glance around to make sure nobody is around before putting my hand over the forming bruise, and healing it.

I can’t quite explain the phenomena, but in short- I can heal injuries of others. It’s something that I was born with, and only my family knows about. Well, now only my sister knows about it. She smiles and thanks me. I kiss her forehead.

My power is an absolute gift, but it has a catch. I can heal anyone but myself. The only time I can heal myself is if I have a fatal injury. Other than that I heal at a normal human pace.

I know my grandmother is a Witch, and I inherited my powers from her. What I'm not quite sure of is how strong my powers will be, should I ever choose to train them.