Alaina: Nephilim 

Sitting in the Social Workers Office she didn’t rock her heels anymore. She didn’t have hopefully spirits or a smile, the chipper cheerful kids avoided her.

She was being kicked out of another house. Reaching into her bag she popped open the bottle and took four pills for the day. They didn’t work, it was stupid.

Nothing stopped the voice, the screaming in her head. Being in forests and lakes helped a lot, at least it wass softer and quieter there, but school or crowded places made it worse.

It was really bad when she was sure she was hearing what people said in their heads. ‘Useless child.’ ‘Poor kid.’ ‘She’s faking it.’ ‘Attention seeker.’ ‘Glory Hound.’ ‘Cheater.’ That came from the class after she got a hundred the day after transferring to a new school.

The original cops thought she’d killed her family during a psychotic break.  Until her stomach had been pumped. No bite mark matches, no stomach contents of human flesh. She didn’t have the height, or strength, to do what had been done.

The cops and social workers were usually thinking she’d last until she was eighteen and then she wasn’t their problem anymore. Nobody wanted to help her, they just wanted her to go away. 

So she did. One night after her new ‘house and family’ were asleep she slid from  her bedroom window and vanished into the night.

The next day and Police officer and a Federal agent (A Knight and a prophet) showed up. Nine hours….. if she had waited just nine more hours.