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"S-Stay back, demon!"
Deon cried out, the unused kitchen knife quivering in his hand. He had explained the situation in fast, panicked rambles as he'd dragged Lydia away from the woman. Though explaining why he had actually chosen to bring this weird person to their house was beyond him.
The black-eyed girl stared back at them, now perched upon the table, not a single hint of fear in her face, only mild confusion.
What was once their beloved flatscreen TV now lay in ruin, flickering with a vague hint of life as if spluttering out its final breaths. Tiny sparks glistened from its wound, a burst of electronics through the center, as though it had been hit with an oversized bullet.
She hadn't touched the damn thing, even gotten all that close.
And on top of that...
"Jesus, D, quit it!"
Barked Lydia, directly into his ear, fighting against her brother with all her might as he held her safely behind his back with the other arm.
"You saw it too, right?! That thing, it just...just poofed! Turned into flying ash and wooshed across our living room then boom, turns into a girl again! I don't know what this thing is but it damn well ain't human..."
"Will you calm down already, she isn't doing any harm!"
"She just blew up the goddamn TV!" He snapped his head back to face his glaring, pouting little sister, "How in the hell are we supposed to explain this to Ma?! She's, she's actually a ghost, isn't she? Fuck, I knew it, I should have guessed as soon as I saw her skin-"
Lydia aggressively jabbed her fingers into his sides, her long, pale blue acrylic nails adding to the damage as Deon's hands flew upward with a pained yelp.
She ducked beneath his arms and approached the stranger, not bothering to look back at her cowardly brother, who was now on his knees with his arms wrapped around his waist.
"That...really hurt, Lyd!" He growled glaring up at her, "Wait, what are you doing?! Stay back!"
"Hey there."
The young girl smiled, crouching down before the long-haired woman, "You must be awfully cold, huh? You're all wet and very...exposed. Should I get you something?"
Remaining perfectly still, the stranger only tilted her head slightly, her dark hair slipping down from the table's surface and brushing the ground. She stared deeply, taking in every part of this new person.
From the shoulder-length blonde hair to the pleasent painted nails. The faint freckles sat above a small, button nose. Glowing teal eyes that perfectly matched the boys, the one who had brought her to such a strange place.
She liked how they looked, both of them. The colour was nice.
Lydia let out a gentle sigh, happily strolling across the living room, stepping over the sparking TV, to grab the old, brown blanket they kept behind the sofas for movie nights. After draping it over her pale skin, the young woman seemed appreciative, gripping the edges and pulling it closer around her body.
"I'm Lydia, and that dooche back there is my big brother, Deon. Do you have a name?"
"Don't bother, she hasn't answered me once. I don't think she has any idea what we're saying."
Sighed Deon, feeling a little embarrassed while he put the knife away, the stranger's gaze falling back on him every other moment with a mild look of confused guilt.
It made him feel bad, as though he'd been yelling at a puppy. From what he could tell, this girl didn't understand them. And judging by how he found her, she'd obviously been through hell even before ending up in their house.
