Chapter One: Lilith
Mandy watched as her mother swung lifelessly from the ceiling. A thick piece of rope had been tied into a noose and at her feet, a stool had been kicked on its side. The room stunk as she had voided her bowels at some point but Mandy didn't even notice it now. The little girl was huddled in the corner, head buried in her knees so all that could be seen was her short mop of boyish red hair. She couldn't bring herself to look at her mother anymore.
Suddenly a high-pitched scream resounded from the door, Mandy flinched but didn't move otherwise. "Madison!" shouted Auntie Mavis. The older woman charged towards the hanging corpse and lifted it. Mandy wondered why she was here but decided that her mom had probably arranged this.
"Breathe," she urged, willing the corpse to life, "Please, do something Madison!" This continued for a good two or three minutes before Mavis gently lowered the body, she was long dead. "Mandy," the woman said quietly then gasped, "MANDY!" she shouted now, looking around.
"I'm here," Mandy mumbled quietly, looking up at her Aunt, "Baseball practice was good." She looked blank, like no one was home. Mavis looked down at Mandy and gasped loudly. "Sweetheart what happened to your eye!" the woman knelt in front of her niece and made to touch the girls black eye.
"Don't touch me," Mandy shouted and pushed her Auntie away violently.
The police arrived shortly after Mavis called and Mandy was taken to one side where a nice female Officer offered her a soda as they sat in a room, just the two of them. It wasn't an interrogation room, the eleven-year old could tell that much as it was decorated with a sofa and two arm chairs with a table in between them.
"We found a note your Mom wrote," the Officer held up a piece of paper which had been put into an evidence bag, "She said she was sorry, that she didn't mean to hurt you, what does she mean?" Mandy mumbled something under breath, "I'm sorry Mandy, what was that?"
"She did things to me," she snapped loudly, tears forming in her eyes, "She came into my room, tucked me in then hurt me!"
Mandy started to cry as she remembered what happened. Her mother had come into her room as usual to tuck her in then kissed her daughter on the forehead and seemed to turn to leave but suddenly froze.
Mandy had asked what was wrong but got no reply. Her mother turned around slowly and the small girl flinched in fear. Her eyes were different, like someone had turned off the comforting shine they usually had, instead they were empty and terrifying with a look the little girl was too young to recognize.
It was lust.
Mandy asked again if she was okay. Her mother moved towards the girl and threw the covers off the bed. Mandy scrambled into a sitting position, suddenly afraid. Her mother started to tug at the bottom of the girl's nightgown and with a loud tearing sound, ripped it off her.
"She hurt me," Mandy whimpered, "She hurt me and did things to my special place, every time I tried to stop her she would hit me and kept saying I smelled good." Mandy indicated to her black eye. Speaking became too hard and Mandy began to cry loudly. The Officer, forgetting her place in the presence of the distraught tween, moved to pull her into a hug.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Suddenly the world went black and Mandy lost consciousness.
Mandy was floating, naked, in a sea of black. Suddenly a creature appeared in front of her out of the miasma, illuminated by some unseen light. It was a woman, Mandy could tell because whatever it was, was naked and looked human but her skin was a bright purple.
Black horns jutted upwards from an untidy mop of short black hair and pure red eyes gazed at the naked child with a measure of lust and wickedness. Mandy watched as the naked demon approached her, licking its lips seductively and occasionally running long claw-like fingernails down its exposed midriff, stopping just short of her hairless vagina. Her breasts were round and firm, not big or small really.
"You're cursed," the Demon spoke in a sweet voice as it approached Mandy, reaching out a clawed finger which it ran it down Mandy's cheek, drawing blood, "Kavorka!"
Mandy screamed as she awoke. She was back at the police station and Aunt Mavis was sitting on the armchair opposite her where the female Officer had been before. She was asleep, her eyes red from crying. Mandy lay back on the sofa. There was a blanket over her and her head rested on a comfy pillow but Mandy felt sick, like that same kind of nausea you feel when you wake up in the middle of the night. Images of her dream swam in her head, it had all felt so real. It was then she felt a stinging on her cheek. Mandy touched it instinctively, it felt wet and sticky. In the dim light she looked at her finger and saw blood.
Mandy screamed in fear, waking up her Auntie who rushed to the girls side.
Mandy panicked and moved out of reach. "Calm down Mandy please," Mavis shouted, "I'm not going to touch you!" She looked at the blood trickling down Mandy's cheek. "What happened to you, you're bleeding?"
"It did it," she screamed as she fell to her knees, "It cut me in my sleep, don't let it hurt me Aunt Mavis please!"
"I know what happened with Madison," Mavis told the panicking girl, "She...she can't hurt you again!"
"NOT MOM!" Mandy shouted desperately, "The Demon, the naked lady, she called me a name and then cut my cheek!"
Mavis ignored the ramblings of the distraught little girl. "Listen Mandy, I'm going to go find someone who can help," she told her niece as calmly as she could manage, "Stay here, don't leave this room!" A few minutes later and Mavis came back with someone but Mandy wouldn't let anyone near her so the medic suggested knocking her out. Mavis gave her consent and allowed the gloved medic to grab her niece, force her down, and administer the tranquilizer. Mandy cried as the world went black again...
A few days later and Mandy was now living in her Aunt and Uncles house. She had been given a room and all her things had been moved there save for large objects, which were now being sold online where the money would go to Mandy's account like her Mom's savings had.
Mavis was distraught to think that Madison could rape her own daughter, what had got into her? The suicide note was in her hand writing and the physical on Mandy suggested it was true. She had been beaten badly, bruises dotted her body and her vagina had been torn like someone had tried to shove a large object into it much too big for any woman to handle without injury. They found that her mother had tried to ram one of Mandy's old baseball bat handles in there.
Mandy had tried to act like nothing was wrong afterwards and had gone to school as normal that day, even attending her Baseball Practice. Mavis couldn't imagine the pain she was in, both physically and emotionally, during that time and it was when she got home that Mandy found her mother hanging from the ceiling.
Mavis felt sick as she remembered being there for Mandy's physical but nothing scared her more than the scar on her niece's cheek. They don't know when she managed to cut herself and Mandy seemed to have no recollection of doing it. It was deep too and had almost gone right through into her mouth. She would carry her scars for the rest of her life. Mavis looked up towards Mandy's bedroom door, she prayed that the child would get through this and was prepared to help in any way possible.
Mandy lay on her bed quietly cuddling her favorite soft toy. When Mandy arrived at the house she had slipped into her short sleeve pajamas and hadn't really changed since she put them on. Her stitches itched but Mandy had been told not to scratch them. In the two days since her arrival Mandy hadn't even thought about leaving the room save to use the bathroom but otherwise not coming out for anyone. Plates of food had come and gone, not even touched, and Mandy was even afraid to fall asleep in case she saw that monster again. Hunger gnawed at her stomach but food just wouldn't stay down anymore and on top of that, she was so tired.
Everyone thought she had cut herself but it wasn't her, it was the monster. She shivered in fear and reached for the cutlery knife she had to defend herself with. She held it tightly to her chest, willing herself to stay awake as the fatigue washed over her once again.
A knock at the door startled Mandy but still said 'Come in'. Her Uncle was carrying another plate of food which he set it down gently beside her on the bedside table. "Hey Princess," he said softly, "Please eat something, your Aunt and I are so worried."
Mandy looked up at him. The light from the hall shone in on her chest, catching the metallic sheen of the cutlery knife. Her Uncle noticed and frowned. "What's that Mandy?" he leaned in close and his expression turned to fear when realized what it was, "Give it to me," he urged but not unkindly, "You don't need to hurt yourself again."
"It's not for me," she mumbled, "It's for the monster."
Her Uncle sighed and reached down. He grabbed her wrist and snatched the knife from her. Mandy was too surprised to be afraid and simply let him take it. "I'm sorry," she cried, tears forming again, "I'm just so scared of the monster."
She looked up at her Uncle who stood looking down at her. Mandy looked back into his eyes and whimpered in fear.
"You smell good," a creepy thin smile formed on his lips.
Mavis was sipping on some wine to steady her nerves. All of a sudden though a blood-curdling scream rang through the house and Mavis rushed upstairs towards Mandy's room where it had come from. The scene she walked in on made her go pale. Her husband had ripped the clothes from Mandy's body and the girl lay naked, writhing and crying in his grasp, as he proceeded to mount the little girl. Mavis was stunned and couldn't move.
She noticed that his trousers were down and his cock was out, fully erect. "Stop fighting, god you smell good!" her Uncle shouted at Mandy, saliva hitting her face. He raised what looked to be a cutlery knife and jammed it into her shoulder. Mandy let out another horrific scream and Mavis snapped out of her trance. She charged at her husband and knocked him off Mandy who lay covered in her own blood which poured from the knife wound in her shoulder. The knife was still in there and Mavis knew better than to remove it before calling an ambulance.
Her husband got back up, he had hit his head on the Mandy's chest of drawers and blood covered his face from a wound on the side of his head. Mavis glared at her husband in disgust, picked up Mandy's bat, and beat him to the ground.
On her way to her second new home in as many weeks Mandy sat glumly in the back seat of her grandfathers car. He was silent, having lost his daughter, Mandy's mother, and now his eldest daughter was suffering because of her husband's sudden outburst and imprisonment. Mandy's Uncle had been distraught at his actions but the jury was unmerciful and although he narrowly escaped a death sentence, would spend the rest of his life in prison.
Mavis couldn't find the will to keep Mandy around anymore, she still loved the girl but something just wasn't right with her. Mandy's grandfather, Tom, had no idea why two loving relatives who had never even hinted at wanting to hurt Mandy both suddenly raped the child.
"It's alright," Tom told Mandy, breaking the silence, "You'll be safe with us, I promise." Mandy ignored him, staring glumly out of the window. "Get some rest Princess," he urged, "It's a long drive."
Mandy had now slept numerous times since her last encounter with the monster. She was starting to believe that it was all in her head, and that her facial scar was her fault after all so Mandy closed her eyes and drifted off.
"Hello Kavorka," a familiar seductive voice resounded through Mandy's mind, "Did you have fun with your Uncle?"
Mandy was back in the place where the monster was before and sure enough, The Demon was sitting on an invisible surface with her legs open shamelessly, her arms folded in front of her. Mandy looked down at herself, she was naked again but this time she could move. "Who are you?" she asked the monster.
"I have no name," she said with a shrug, "Call me what you will."
"You're Kavorka?" Mandy asked, remembering what it had said but the monster laughed.
"No my dear, you're Kavorka," she corrected the naked tween, "And my, my you're pretty."
Mandy covered up her nudity with her one good arm, the monster's lip circled into a half smile who seemed to relish the girl's embarrassment. "What's Kavorka?" Mandy demanded.
"You are," the monster toyed with her own breasts as she looked at the naked little girl in front of her, "Ask a different question."
Mandy pondered for a second, "What does a Kavorka do?"
"Good question," the monster stood up, "Kavorka are irresistible," she walked up to the girl and leaned over, taking a long breath in through her nose. Mandy realized she was being smelled. "Ah, Kavorka really do smell sweet," Mandy felt a long fingernail lightly graze her skin, "You make normal humans become filled with lust with a simple touch."
A gentle hand caressed Mandy's bottom, squeezing her butt cheeks lightly. Mandy couldn't move again. "If anyone but a Demon touches you, that is," the hand traveled around to Mandy's waist, "It only works with skin on skin contact however."
"Your smell is what attracts people to you," the monster continued, now known as a Demon, "They'll take one whiff of your pheromones and want to get to know you," the hand moved further down, closing in on Mandy's abused nether region and The Demon crouched down to look into Mandy's blue eyes with her own, near glowing red ones, "They'll want to get close to you," a fingernail traced the line between Mandy's legs, it was wholly unpleasant, "They will want to touch you."
"Why me?" Mandy asked, she felt tears sting in her eyes.
"Because I chose you," The Demon stood up and turned around, Mandy watched as she walked back into the darkness, "See you soon Kavorka, let's be friends, okay?"
Mandy woke up with a start. She looked around and saw her grandparents house. She was sure now it wasn't a dream, it had all felt so real. Mandy looked between her legs and realized she had wet herself, no doubt The Demon playing tricks.
"Mandy did you wet yourself?" Mandy jumped when someone touched her shoulder, forgetting who had driven her here, "It's alright, I'll clean this up but you go change, we have your clothes upstairs." Mandy waited for her grandfather, who had a hand on her shoulder, to try to rape her, but he didn't. She realized then and there that The Demon's Curse truly only worked with skin on skin contact.
Wordlessly, Mandy got out the car. She was careful to avoid any contact and even ignored her grandmother who tried to get her attention. Mandy went to the room she always stayed in when visiting before and locked the door behind her. It wasn't long after showering before her grandfather knocked, beckoning her down for dinner. Mandy didn't reply and he eventually gave up.
For the next two days Mandy only left her room to use the bathroom and take her food up. Her grandparents decided to give her the space she clearly wanted but Mandy knew she would have to go to school on Monday, she wasn't looking forward to it.
Mandy got up early that morning and raided her grandparents coat cupboard. She eventually found what she was looking for, a pair of brown, leather gloves. They were thick and cumbersome but would have to do until she bought better ones.
She went back upstairs and changed out of her night clothes and into a pair of loose legged jeans, a short sleeve t-shirt and over that she put on a long sleeve coat. She made sure her socks were pulled up high and that no skin was showing save for her face.
She looked overdressed she didn't care, so long as no one could touch her skin. She lamented not being able to cover her face, she would just have to be extra careful.
"You look awful," said a familiar voice behind Mandy. Mandy snapped around and saw The Demon sitting on her bed, naked as ever, "Surprise Kavorka, I'm in your world now, isn't this nice?"
"Great," Mandy growled and picked up her baseball bat, "Now I can just kill you!" Mandy felt her body go stiff before she could even prep a swing. The Demon had snapped her fingers and Mandy lost all control, she couldn't move a muscle. The Demon got up and looked slightly annoyed but not angry.
"That's no way to treat a friend, Kavorka," The Demon touched Mandy's scarred cheek. "Why are you dressed like that, why don't I help you dress down a little and you can have fun with people at this 'school' thing you go to?" Mandy couldn't even talk, let alone defend herself. The Demon lifted up Mandy's shirt and laughed, looking at her flat chest.
"You have no boobs Kavorka, that's awful," she laughed mischievously, "Maybe you can find another adult friend, I hear some men on the internet would love to meet a flat little girl in person?" She clicked her fingers and Mandy regained control of herself. She kept her bat at hand but now knew better than to attack this thing.
"I don't have boobs because I'm a little girl," she told The Demon, lowering her shirt back over her chest but feeling slightly self-conscious now, "I'm only Eleven you know."
Mandy watched The Demon circle her room, she was just running her hands over all her books and posters on the wall. "Why did you do this to me?" Mandy asked, "Why am I Kavorka?"
The Demon shrugged. "Technically you were already Kavorka, deep down, you just couldn't mature into a real one without a Demon's help." The Demon giggled playfully as she examined Mandy's toys, "So that's really why I chose you but if I hadn't you would have just been desirable, maybe even popular."
"I hate calling this a curse you know, Kavorka get to have all the fun," She picked up one of Mandy's Barbie dolls and yanked the small felt dress off of it then clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, "So unrealistic," she indicated to the featureless body on the toy, "Where's the nipples, the cunt, the clitoris?"
"Hey, do you think Barbie wants to go for an adventure in your vagina?"
"Gross," Mandy snatched back her doll and threw it on the bed, "Anyway, my mom tore my special place when she raped me, I can't even pee without it hurting."
"Calling it your `special place', how adorable," The Demon clapped her hands together and smiled with excitement, "Alright, since we're friends, I'll help you." The Demon clicked her fingers and Mandy suddenly felt chilly. She looked down and saw that she was now sitting naked on her bed, her clothes were in a neatly folded pile beside her. "Let's see," The Demon got down in front of Mandy and opened the girl's legs.
Mandy swallowed, unsure whether she should kick The Demon in the face or see what was about to happen. Her curiosity won out however and Mandy watched as The Demon leaned her face in close to the eleven-year-old girl's vagina.
Mandy squeaked in surprise when The Demon's tongue ran its way up the small girl's pussy. She felt The Demon's breath caress her sensitive spot, Mandy couldn't help but shake in pleasure, however unwanted.
As quickly as she started, she stopped. The Demon leaned back, licking her lips and smiling. "All better," she knelt on the floor, hands folded on her lap. Mandy ran a hand down her crotch and tried to find the tear but to her surprise, it was actually gone. The pain that she felt when touching that area was no more.
Before she could stop herself she looked at The Demon and smiled. "Thank you!" Suddenly the door burst open and her grandmother entered.
"Oh my goodness!" Mandy heard the old woman shout. Mandy realized she was still sitting naked on the bed, a hand between her legs and hastily moved it away. Her grandmother wasn't so old-fashioned as to make a scene but made a hasty retreat as she yammered about getting ready for school.
The Demon cackled wickedly, "That was fun," she stood up and stretched her naked body.
"They can't see you can they?" Mandy was hastily getting dressed again, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson.
"Nope, I used my powers to make myself invisible to everyone but you," she circled her plaything, "People will also avoid where I'm standing because of my powers, I don't want to bump into any old human after all, especially when they can't see me."
The Demon sat behind Mandy then pulled her onto her lap. Mandy had only managed to fumble into some panties so felt The Demon's breasts on her bare back which acted as big fleshy pillow but Mandy was easily picked up and moved around to face The Demon. It was an awkward position that forced Mandy to have her legs around The Demon's slim waist.
"I have claimed you Kavorka," she told the blushing girl, "You are mine, and I am yours, forever." She leaned forward and planted a kiss on the little girl's lips. Mandy couldn't move again, The Demon had frozen her, "We're going to have so much fun!"
"What are you?" Mandy found she could still talk. The Demon had picked up Barbie again and separated her legs, she then poked a hole between them with her sharp nail and grinned. Mandy then noticed her fangs.
"You mean my Species?" Mandy nodded, now able to move, and The Demon shrugged, "I'm just me, the one and only, so not Kavorka obviously, but the Jews call me Lilith," she began to play with her tits as she looked at Barbie's newly created hole, Mandy wondered just how dirty this thing was.
"Apparently I kidnap children but not really, I just claim them then they usually come to me." She looked at Mandy who had not moved off of The Demon, "I also love little girls more, boys are cute too but girls are softer."
The Demon stood up again after letting Mandy go, who finished dressing. "And if you're wondering why I'm not another Kavorka, well, they all die pretty quick so your kind are pretty rare but very popular among the Dark."
Mandy looked shocked but The Demon didn't notice, or seem to care, "You have addictive pheromones, do you remember me telling you that?" Mandy nodded, "As you get older they'll get stronger, eventually you'll become irresistible to anyone, man or woman, and you'd most likely die eventually, be it by Human or Demon hands."
Mandy looked scared, this time The Demon comforted her. "Fear not Kavorka, you're too special for me to just let you die."
"That scar on your cheek is my mark, my claim on you," she stood in front of Mandy now and looked legitimately serious, "See, by unlocking your potential as a Kavorka I've pretty much put a target on your back and while my mark will deter Lesser Demons, stronger ones will appear from time to time, that's a guarantee I'm afraid."
"Will they kill me?"
"Not if I have anything to say about it," she held a raised a hand and clenched her fist, "I put a claim on you and that's not something a Demon should do lightly, I'll protect you but in exchange you have to do some things for me."
"Like what?"
"Don't worry about that now," she guided Mandy to her bedroom door, "I think you should go see dear old Granny, I bet she'll be flustered, you humans are adorable." Mandy was pushed gently out of her room, when she turned back around The Demon was gone.
"Call me if you need me Kavorka, though I might just show up anyway," said a voice in her head, it was The Demon. Then she felt like something had left her, like The Demon had literally stepped out of her mind and went back to wherever she had come from. She felt empty somehow but Mandy ignored it and went to apologies to her grandmother.