Time to change

Tricky situations

The water rose all around, the white spray foaming suffocating her. A glimpse of the sky before falling back under trying to hold what little breath she had in her lungs. The fear inescapable almost as deadly as the water that was trying to pull her down into the deep. The world taking on a black tint as her body screamed for oxygen her mind fogging. The last thought drifting through her mind... "please dont let me end like this".

Two hours earlier.

Lucy walked up the pavement a slight skip in her step as she recounted her plan of things to do for the day. Pretty typical things for a woman in her mid twenties, simple things like grab a quick breakfast then head to work. Silly how something mundane to the normal could cause her such joy, but it was because she was so exceptionally not normal that something typically boring filled her with a sense of happiness and belonging. Lucy was a half demon. Something one would assume to be rare, but truth be told half demons are actually typically pretty common. Full bloodied demons were always Male and always looking to extend their lineage the easiest way to do so was to take on a typical Male human persona and essentially hook up with a human female with the intention of fathering a child. They never stuck around for the actual raising of that child and most the time the mothers had no idea what they are raising until the half demon comes into their powers in their teens. Even then some powers are easier to hide then others and the mothers live their lives totally clueless to the fact their child is in fact half demon. What made Lucy that more powerful and more rare was the sole fact that she was half demon half witch. She was the only one of her kind, such an unbelievable stroke of fate that out of all the women in the club her demon father had found an attraction to her witch mother. Unfortunately for lucy her mother had passed away when she was quite young and she had bounced from foster home to foster home. When she finally did come into her powers she had no idea what was happening. She was in her room hiding from her foster brother who has recently gotten into the habit of taking his anger out on her, she could hear him stomping up the stairs ready to deliver her another beating. One idea had flashed into her mind one small idea "I wish I could just change into a tiny mouse and I could hide away and he would never find me". She opened her eyes and suddenly it was like all the furniture had grown and become giant. She turned to catch a glimpse of herself but all she could see was grey fur. Scared and confused she didn't even notice her brother stomping around shouting for her. It took her an full two hours to manage to become herself again and change back. From then on her changing ability progressed and she discovered more and more what she could do. She didn't realise being as rare as she was made her a prize certain people in the supernatural world. She wouldn't discover this until much later in life. 

Lucy loved her job. As an estate agent she was basically her own boss and her work day comprised of showing houses and dining potential buyers. Since most the people interested in her houses tended to be wealthy businessmen purchasing simply to please their trophy wives, most business tended to be done in the afternoon allowing for her nice late breakfasts. As she made he way to the 6 bedroom house she was showing this afternoon she decided to call her best friend Hayley. Hayley was another supernatural, they managed to become friends in school when they teamed up against some bullies. It wasn't until much later in their teens they realised they were both supernatural. Hayley could sense moods. It was considered a rather lower tier demon power, but she just had to be in the same room as someone to see if their intentions were hostile, pure, kind or evil. It really helped w**d out all the fake friends one is accustomed to accumulating in the teenage years. Hayley answered on the first ring temporarily throwing lucy who expected to be busy at work. 

"Hello, anyone there?" Chirped hayley sounding peeved. 

"Yes, sorry I wasn't expecting you to answer so fast"

"Yeah I am just waiting for a call from some friends I met while I was away last year"

"Would these happen to be the people...."

Lucy did a quick glance around to make sure that no one was paying close attention to her conversation, but as she walked down the sunny street no one was giving her time time of day, to wrapped up in their own dramas.

"The people you said are werewolves"

"Yes, you don't need to sound so disgusted, they are really nice people. I would love for you to meet them one day. I am hoping to go spend a week with them next month, perhaps you should come with me? It would be good for you to get away. Actually spend sometime with people not just hiding at home."

"Maybe, I don't know you know how I feel about meeting new people, especially supernaturals. They always want to know what I am and what I can do and it's just awkward."

"I think perhaps you are reading to much into this, not everyone is going to force you to change into different animals like it's a party trick."

"I guess so. I better go, if you are waiting for a call. Maybe we can meet for a drink later?"

"Sounds good. I will text you once I've finished work."

Lucy hung up and stared at her phone for a while. Perhaps Hayley was right. It wouldn't do her any harm to meet more supernaturals and maybe eventually someone might be able to shed light on what she actually was and if there were any others like her in the world. As she pondered this she continued her stroll to the house, not realising as she walked that she was being watched. 

When she arrived at the house she set about making it look as inviting as possible. She opened up the big patio doors, ensuring the potential buyers would be able to see the vast garden and tennis courts. She sprayed a nice vanilla room spray which she always kept in her bag, nothing says home like the smell of vanilla. She was slipping the spray back into her bag when the knock came at the door signalling that her potential buyers were here. Giving herself a quick pat down she went and opened the door. Pulling back once she opened it. The potential buyers name was George and he was purchasing the house for his wife Camilla. The people at the door were not quite who lucy was expecting. She had never met Camilla or George but had been doing this job long enough to have expectations. George was a lot younger then her usual buyer and he didn't sport and flashy jewelry she was accustomed to seeing on her richer clientele. Camilla wasn't the typical trophy wife lucy was expecting. She didn't look like she just crawled off the catwalk, her hair was tied into a tight bun and she had almost boyish features, including lucy noticed a very muscular physique. Being the profession she was lucy didn't allow any of her confusion to show, simply assuming her stereotyping to be incorrect, despite being based on years of accuracy, she smiled at the couple and invited them inside. 

"Good afternoon you must be George and Camilla. Its such a pleasure to meet you please do come in." Lucy smiled. 

"Thankyou" they both grunted as they stepped into the house. Not glancing around like one would expect potential buyers. 

"So I can either show you both around or allow you to simply wonder and see for yourselves? It really is a lovely property. There are 6 bedrooms, a tennis court and room enough in the garden if you did wish to install a pool or summerhouse." Lucy adopted her best selling tone, trying to encourage the couple to envision all the things they could do with the property. 

Both George and Camilla looked at Lucy as though she was trying to trick them. Checking her from top to bottom their gazes not stopping to look around the house but fully focused on her. Starting to feel uncomfortable and like something was seriously wrong Lucy stepped back away from the couple attempting to create some distance. 

Finally George broke the silence.

"You are Lucy Caplan? We were expecting someone bigger, more intimidating. You look like a primary school teacher." 

Confused as to why they expected her to be intimidating, lucy stared at the couple. Her brain not really registering what was going on. Again it was George who broke the increasingly uncomfortable silence. 

"We work for a very big company. A powerful company who have a vested interest in all supernatural beings. You are one of a kind. My employer would very much like to speak to you. You have two options. You can come with us nice and easy or we simply take you... by force."

Lucy stared at George. What the hell was he talking about? He supposed to be there to look the the house. How did he know she was supernatural? However he knew Lucy was certain of one thing. She did not want to go with these people, not voluntarily, but also not by force. While she was pondering a way out of this situation she didn't notice that Camilla had moved up behind her. She didn't realise she was there until she felt a sharp stab in her neck. Outraged and confused she turned to glare at Camilla. Her fight of flight kicking in she pushed her hard before taking to the patio doors at a sprint. 

It was times like these that Lucy was glad she wasn't a heels kind of woman, always preferring to wear flats. Running over the grass at the back of the property she tried to remember the lay of the land from the blue prints of the property she had seen. The demon inside her screaming for her to change. Change into an animal that would be faster smoother, but try as she might she couldn't change. It didn't take long for her brain to kick in and remind her that Camilla had injected her with something. That something must be stopping her powers, preventing her from changing or even casting a spell to hide herself. She could hear both George and Camilla behind her not quite gaining on her and luckily her powers also meant her fitness was incredible. She had ran the length of the garden and was over the back fence before she was even out of breath. She kept up the pace, glancing back just as George's head appeared over the top of the fence followed behind by Camilla. The look back though was a bad idea. That look back meant that Lucy didn't see, didn't notice the sharp drop. The drop into the river, a river she couldn't hear above her own heartbeat and screaming thoughts. A river that now dragged her under, banging her ribs against the rough bottom and sweeping her away. Away from the danger of George and Camilla, but into the darkness of an oxygen deprived mind.