Girl Possessed (Book 1 of The Girl Trilogy)

Also by Réussie Miliardario

Girl Enchanted
(Book 2 of The Girl Trilogy)

Outlaws
(
Endless Love, #1
)

Bad Girl (Endless Love,
#2)

The Bad Boy

Girl Possessed

by Réussie Miliardario

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2011 by
R
é
ussie
Miliardario

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This book is a work of fiction. Any
references to real people, mass media, or real locales are used
fictitiously. Other names, characters, things, places, and
incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any
resemblance to actual events, locales, persons, or things, living
or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Summary: After the downfall of the U.S.
government, a sixteen-year-old girl falls madly in love with a
dangerous, supernatural boy.

Girl Possessed

1

I rushed out of the ocean into a dark
nook along the Malibu coast. I was breathing fast. My long black
hair clung to my naked body covering the hump on my back and the
edge of my skinny thighs. I carried a chain of live fish and a bag
of oysters for bargaining. The sky was black with an orange haze
along the horizon likely from the pollution of looting fires in the
city.

At the edge of the woods, I dressed in
my under garments and sundress that were still draped over a branch
from yesterday and grabbed the rope and bridle I had hidden between
the rocks.

Suddenly, adrenaline rushed through
me. My body stiffened. I sensed I wasn’t alone. In the gentle
rhythms of the night, I heard the slightest sounds of breathing. I
turned around, but nobody was there.

A branch snapped behind me. When I
turned to look, I saw silver eyes staring at me through a bush. My
heart pounded fast.

“
I’m not afraid of you,” I
said trying to feign confidence. But, before I finished the
sentence, the eyes were gone.

I heard someone rush away, but I
couldn’t get a clear focus on the figure that moved very fast down
the beach. I saw it was a man or possibly a serpent person. But, a
serpent person would have attacked me instead.

I stood there dumbfounded for a
moment. The night air was still and hot as I hugged my skinny,
boyish body to calm myself. But, I couldn’t waste time. I was in a
desperate hurry.

In the other direction, I saw the
stray horses sleeping as usual at the edge of the canyon, standing
below the trees. I released myself and edged closer, not allowing
myself to be distracted by thoughts of the man on the beach. I had
to focus on my goal at hand.

As I neared the animals, I swung the
flopping seafood and oysters over my back. I took a deep breath and
aimed the rope, lassoing the black horse’s neck.

Startled out of his sleep, he reared.
Dust flew up into the moonlit air. The other horses ran
off.

“
Hey there buddy,” I
whispered, approaching with a firm grip on the rope. The gelding
snorted and danced a bit, kicking up more dust, but I had a gift
with the creatures of the wild. These horses were actually formally
domesticated, but likely wandered off after their owners’ deaths. I
bridled the fellow and swung my leg over his sleek back.

At a fast pace, we galloped along the
dry mountainous trails toward West Hollywood’s Sunset Boulevard. My
long hair flew behind, drying in the hot wind.

It was extremely dangerous going into
the city, but my mother needed antibiotics for her stab wound. I
left her in the cave on the island. If I was fast and didn’t get
killed, I might be able to save her.

I hadn’t been into the city since we
fled to the island after the Great Sun Scorch and the U.S. Economy
Crash in 2039, but I had heard about the serpent people and their
take over. Fury ran up my spine.

They were the brutal shape shifting
descendants of the original serpent who seduced our foremother,
Eve, into eating the apple from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and
Evil in the Garden of Eden. They thrived during our times of famine
and thirst, needing much less water than humans.

The boulevard floodlights flashed
through the trees where I tied the horse to a thick branch. For a
second, I thought I saw the silver eyes watching me from another
bush. But, when I looked closer, there was nothing
there.

I made my way down the dark hillside
on foot hiding behind abandoned houses as I descended.

A techball rolled across the sky. I
hoped I wasn’t spotted. I didn’t have time to worry.

Sunset Boulevard was quiet. Smoke rose
from some of the buildings. The monstrous dome cinema billboards
were still intact, some even lit up with sparkling lights. In their
vanity, the serpent people must have preserved those.

Most of the stars and famous or
powerful people of the U.S. past were serpent people shape shifted
in human forms, so I wasn’t surprised to see their ads glaring at
me like false gods. The street was quiet—most people couldn’t
afford to drive speed waves anymore.

I was told I could trade fish for
medical supplies at the looted and now closed down Zapod’s Zip
Shoppe where some humans hid at night. My heart raced with fear as
I entered the dimly lit dilapidated building through the
back.

The dark air was musty and smelled of
urine. I heard a scuffle. Something darted from one side of the
room to the other. My pulse accelerated. I looked around, but the
place was hazy and scattered with boxes and broken furniture
obscuring the view.

Then, at once, someone grabbed me and
threw me to the floor.

“
Who are you?” the person
turned me over roughly onto my back and held a blade to my neck.
His breath was hot upon my face.

“
Cordellia Dressemme,” I
answered, afraid I might pass out from fear. The hump on my back
ached tremendously. I was always very careful to not put pressure
on it, but now a tall man with a graying beard forced his weight
upon me. “I brought seafood for trade of antibiotics. My mother was
stabbed.”

Another man, short and skinny with red
hair and a beard scanned some sort of ultra-violet light across my
body. “Her legs are dry, almost scaly like them, but she’s
human.”

The tension lifted and the gray haired
man got off me.

Standing up, I handed him the chain of
fresh fish and the bag of oysters. He nodded and walked behind a
counter where he sat them down. The red head went out of the
room.

“
Where you come from?
You’re a kid.” He was looking through the shelves in the dim light.
There were a couple of lit candles hanging from the
ceiling.

“
I’m of teenage years.” I
knew I looked young and that irritated me. “We go from place to
place,” I said vaguely. “Haven’t found anywhere to settle, but my
mother and I stay out of the city.”

“
You’re lucky to be alive.
The serpent people rape girls and if they don’t eat them, they take
them as slaves.”

I shivered even though it was
extremely hot in the room.

“
You’re not ugly—you’re
eyes are a pretty aqua color, so they’d probably keep you.” He
handed me a plastic bag of pills. “Give her one twice a day for
seven days.”

“
Thank you.” I put the bag
in my pocket. My back was starting to feel better, but it throbbed
a little.

He wiped his forehead with a cloth.
“Be careful crossing the road. If the techball spotted you, they’ll
be looking. If they come, run as fast as you can into the
hills.”

I tried not to listen. It frightened
me too much to think of the danger. “Ok. Thanks.” I turned to
leave.

“
They look like upright
snakes with arms and legs—the size of tall humans. When they’re
hungry, they can swallow a human whole just like a snake gobbles up
a mouse. Watch out.”

I went out the back door and snuck
through the darkness across the lots behind the buildings, figuring
that if I had been spotted, the serpent people would be waiting for
me in front of the store. At the next block, I would cross the
street and make my way back into the hills.

When I reached the third lot, I came
upon a dimly lit building with serpent people inside. I crouched
down as I passed, but I did glimpse through the large window
several serpent men and women partying. Their voices were low
grumbles muted by the glass. I don’t think anyone saw
me.

But then, someone called me over in a
whisper. My body tightened. I didn’t want to look.

“
Hey! Unlock the fence for
us.” A human woman waved me over. She and several other women and
girls were locked inside a roofed fence on the other side of the
parking lot wedged between some trees. “The key’s around his neck.”
Her voice was pleading.

A green, scaly serpent person was
sleeping with his mouth open, holding a bottle of X in his lap,
slumped back in a chair before the pen.

As I moved closer staying out of the
line of vision from the window, I noticed a blond girl younger than
me by a few years whimpering quietly in the corner of the cage. She
stood up and came to the edge of the fence.

“
Please,” she pleaded in a
squeaky voice. “My little sister will die without me. The serpents
will molest us.”

Another girl with a long neck like my
mother’s and a couple years older than me said, “He’s so blitzed
that he won’t even wake up.”

I didn’t want to leave them, but I had
seen so many people die that I had grown colder with experience.
“I’m sorry,” I said. My heart tightened, but I turned and hurried
away.

“
One of the girls cried
out, “Please! Please save us.”

How could I be so cruel to
leave them?
As much as I didn’t want it to
be so, that empathetic part in me was overcome by her cries. I
couldn’t help it. This was suicide.

I jogged back and crept up to the
sleeping serpent person. He looked like a hairless man, dressed in
normal clothes with a human shaped head, but he had snake features
and green scales where humans had skin.

Terror rose up in me. I held my breath
as I gently lifted the key off his scaly neck and over his cocked
head. My heart raced faster than I thought possible.

He shifted his position. I felt like I
was going to hyperventilate from fear as I froze. But he didn’t
wake up.

The women and girls gathered in a
huddle before the pen’s exit. With the key now in my hand, I rushed
to the fence and unlocked the padlock.

There was a rattle as the lock fell
out of my hands and hit the fence. My fingers fumbled as I tried to
slide it out of the metal holes to release the gate. Lots of
nervous fingers from the girls reaching through got in my
way.

The serpent person moved in his chair
and groaned. I turned to look at him and to my great terror he
opened his eyes at once.

I gasped as our gazes met.

Rage rose up in me. I wouldn’t die in
the hands of a serpent.

The blond girl whimpered slightly. I
pushed the lock out of the holes. The gate flew open. I almost lost
my balance as the metal links slammed into my face, but my
adrenaline was full charge and I managed to run away before being
trampled by the caged females.

The women and girls were behind me. I
could hear them at close distance as we ran through the parking
lot. Some were screaming.