I glide just ablove cloud level, the cool night air chilling my already cold, pail white skin. The wind ruffles my black cloak and the moon dimly illuminates the small town, coating it in a layer of cold.

I inhale trough my nose, allowing it to guide me to the unfortunate child. I desend effortlessly to a light blue Victorian style house, I gaze into one of the second story windows and sniff. I smile, my hands go for the window handle, I tug gently, opening the window. I float into the room, slowly I glide to the bed containing the slumbering child. I hold my hand over its chest, willing the soul to me, its not the best job but it's something. The child's eyes shoot open and his mouth twists into a silent scream, it coughs its blanket with its small hands and begins to whimper helplessly. A glowing white mist begins to asend from his small chest into my being.

The child's eyes roll back and glaze over, slowly I hear his heart beat fade into oblivion and its hands go slack, it let out a final whimper of pain and fear as it dies. I hiss as I head for the window. There was a loud crash as the door was broken down, I look back and hiss at the man. He looks to the child then back at me.

Rage floods the mans eyes as he charges me, I haven't a second to dodge as he stabs me in the heart with a red crystal all my senses are flooded as a sharp pain explodes out and I roar in pain, I tumble to the floor as I begin cough up thick, blackish-red blood. the next thing I see is the man looming over me as my vision flashes bright white for a second. I can feel my body convulsing as my demonic soul is inching toward the crystal, I growl, I only have one choice. I forcefully expel my soul.

My vision terns red-tinted as I ascend from my body. I circle my body in the mist dragging it up, will my soul to fly out the window and into the night. I roar as a bright flash blinds me and I accidentally absorb back into my body and I fall as my vision fades.

I groan, forcing my eyes to open.
I look to my left causing my head to pound. I hiss in pain, raising a hand to my forehead. I look up and see leafs 'im in the forest then' I think. Then I notice how bright it is, its the middle of the day.

I shakily get to my feet and look down, the crystal is still in my chest. I grasp it in my hand and inhale deeply "This is gonna' hurt like a mother fucker" I mutter to myself as I backup into a tree to balance myself. I get a better grip and pull. I roar in pain as the long crystal inches out of my chest, dark blood trails down my shirt and paints, staining them.

I stop to catch my breath for a second before giving it one final tug and with a fleshy squishing sound, it is fully removed, leaving a gaping, leaking hole in my chest.
I grunt and pant as I try to drown out the pain. I rise my hand to the hole and begin repairing it with my demonic energy, quickly draining what ever energy I have left until I have just enough to stay conscious, sinking down the tree until I'm sitting at the base.

I let out a pained, reptilian hiss. I don't know how long I sat there for just breathing trough the pain, but it felt like an eternity. My ear twitches slightly as a small gasp reaches my ears. I look over to the source and my eyes narrow.

Standing thare were three children. They stood upright on hind legs that had hoofs at the end, yet there front legs had hands and were more likely arms. They had tails and clothes. I tilt my head at the middle one who has slightly unfurled wings 'Are these children demons?' I think and look to the one of the left who has a horn in the middle of its forehead. I blink slightly at the children who are just standing there like deer in headlights.

"Hello" I horsely great them, I still have blood on my chin but its dry now. My thought must be sore from so much yelling.

They just stared at me, panting in fear. The one to the right with light yellow fur and dark red hair stepped closer, she was wearing denim shorts and a white and red t-shirt.

She eyed me causisly "H-hi?" She said with a thick southern accent.

I looked her over a second with half lidded eyes, I was already losing conciseness "Hi. Hay, kids?" They look at me and nod "do you mind dragging my unconscious body up a tree so I don't get eaten?" I ask, they nod "great" I mutter, drifting into sleep with a tired hiss.

I wake up in a tree to the sound of talking.

"- and it won't just stay here! It will probably kill us all if given the chance!" Came a voice that I traced back to one of the children, she wore a gray sweater over a black t-shirt and green shorts she had orange fur and short purple hair.

I could tell they were female, from their clothing choice, I would say they are in the age range of eleven to thirteen.

"Ya' don't know that! What if it's real nice and don't wanna' hurt nopony?" Said the young southern girl who looked to be sizing up the orange child.

"I don't suppose you're talking about me?" I ask, jumping down from the tree, causing them to recoil in shock with a yelp.

The orange one growls at me "Alright, buster! What are you here for, huh?!" She demanded, eye twitching.

I look at her with a blank expression "I'll let you know when I find out, child" I growl.

She huffs and marches over to her friends.

I look them over "Huh... you don't smell like demons..." I mutter.
They were about to ask what inter high hell I meant. When I heard someone yelling "Well, that's my que to leave, thank you for draging me into a tree, girls" i say as I walk off deeper into the forest.

"Wait!" I hear the country girl call. I turn around "What's yer name?" She asks.

I smile "Arthur" I say, turning back to the forest and continuing to walk.

Next order of buses, find shelter.
I went over my personal motto in my head, 'Be quick, be discreet, be careful. And most importantly, don't get caught' now I see why it's bad to do just the opposite.

Author's Note

I tryed to go as In depth as I could. Sorry for any spelling errors and awfulness.

My first mature story. Woot-ah-woot. I hope you liked it.