Blood of Demon - I - Legacy of the olden times

It was already getting dark when Kyla unlocked the door to her apartment. She put her key on the dresser, closed the door from the inside and went straight into her living room. Liara lay on the couch and slept. As she often did, Kyla grabbed the blanket and gently spread it over her friend.

She returned to the hallway, taking off her jacket and shoes. It wasn't surprising to her that Liara was back. They grew up together and shared everything, including Kyla's apartment. Kyla quietly walked into the kitchen, got a cup from the cupboard and made herself some coffee. When Liara was here, it meant she was in trouble at home again. She had never gotten along well with her parents, so her friendship with Kyla was all the more important to her. In Kyla's childhood home, she not only found refuge from her father, who needed his drink every day and was quick to lash out, but also from her mother, who was not interested in her. She had learned from Kyla's parents what love is and means.

They have known each other for over 15 years and have been inseparable since day one. Kyla was 21 now, Liara would be the same age this year. Lost in her thoughts, Kyla studied the wall in front of her. She had often tried to get Liara out of there, but she had always failed. Now that she was working, had her own apartment, and hopefully Liara would find work soon, would they have the option of moving in together? There was no question that they would share an apartment one day. The kettle turned off and Kyla poured her coffee. She sat down at the kitchen table and reached for the cigarettes. As she followed the smoke that rose in wild shapes with her eyes, she heard footsteps slowly approaching. She didn't know what else to do

A pair of blue eyes peered around the corner. Shortly thereafter, Liara appeared and sighed with relief: "You're supposed to wake me up when you come! I thought it was a burglar, or a murderer.”

Kyla smiled.

"Have you been watching my horror movies again?"

Liara grinned back.

"Somehow I have to pass the time until you come home."

"Yeah, but you're a scaredy-cat through and through." Kyla stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, grabbed her mug and walked back into the living room with Liara. The dark green sofa stood right in the middle of the room and blood red curtains adorned the opposite window on either side. In front of it was a small table and the TV was right in front of the window. To the right of the sofa was a dresser made of wood, also stained dark, and the walls shone in a light mint green. The last sunlight made the room shine warmly. Liara collapsed onto the couch and Kyla sat next to her.

"How was your day?" she asked Kyla.

"It worked." That ended the topic. Liara knew Kyla wouldn't talk about it any further, no matter how hard she pressed. She knew her friend. They were silent for a while, but it was a comfortable silence. Just as Liara knew Kyla needed time to unwind, Kyla knew Liara would give her that time. Kyla took a sip of her coffee.

"Shall we go for a walk?" Kyla finally broke the silence.

Liara looked at her with wide eyes.

"If you want to go for a walk, that means there's going to be another thunderstorm! Forget it, no one can get me out of here today!”