(A/N: This chapter treads on some sensitive topics, so I would advise viewer discretion. This is a warning!)
"Little girl, are you sure you belong here?" A hoarse voice grated at Elena's ears, and her scowl deepened.
"Hahahaha! Of course, she doesn't! But I'm glad she is here. I can have a little fun with her." Another equally irritating voice reached Elena's ears, and she glared at the horned figures standing opposite her.
"You Demons are disgusting." She hissed at them, holding up her daggers properly. The soft handle comforted her as she remembered her father's words that reminded her not to waver in the face of danger.
"Let's see which disgusting one of us will get to you first, little girl." The leader of the Demons surrounding Elena smirked, revealing rows of of sharp, glistening teeth.