The sun beat down on our backs as we sped down back roads, the light glinted off our crotch rockets. Mine blue and black and my twins red and black, they were our babies. The school came into view and we both groaned, telepathic communication I tell you. Turning sharply into the parking lot we slammed to a stop, sharing a single parking spot. Dismounting my bike I lifted off my black helmet and shook out my long brown hair, just like in the movies…slow motion and all. Setting it one the seat I tugged down on my jacket. Looking over at my brother I grinned, “ready Step?” He grinned, and replied cheekily, “as always Ra.” We walked in sync, perfectly aware of everyone watching our every move.

Let’s take the time to explain, cuz I know y’all are confused. My name is Ra; full name is Atarah Renee Jameson. I’m about 5’7 with long curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. Boring I say. My usual outfit, like today is ratty jeans, black shirt, my denim jacket, and motorcycle boots. Now let’s explain my brother Step, he’s my twin, psst, I’m older by like 5 minutes. His full name is Stephen Adam Jameson. Were new in this shit hole of a town called Gutterson (hehehe). Our parents decided it would be a nice change; yeah that’s what you would like me to say. But nope our parents opened up restaurant here, adding to their company, Step and me finally figured it out just didn’t think it would involve moving. But whatever.

Ok back to the present. We walked side by side through the hallways, looking to the side I noticed some girls eyeing my brother up. Smirking I looked over at Step,

“Lei è uscito.” (You’re getting checked out.)

“Dunque la sono.” (So are you)

“pft. Come mi preoccupo.” (pft. Like I care)

“guarda la ragazza di capelli rosa, gli amici di marca, di wanna?” (look at the pink haired girl, wanna make friends?) I rolled my eyes at hm…typical guy.

“suppongo posso fare preparative…” (I suppose I make arrangements)

it was his turn to roll his eyes at me, shaking his head; we began to make our way over to them.

“le ciò fa.” (you do that)

the girl was tall and lithe, with bright pink bubblegum hair, her eyes were ice blue and she wore black skinny jeans, a turquoise top and white flats. Standing next to her was a huge muscular guy with a blonde military cut, camo pants, boots and an army green T.

she smiled “the names LeiLani and this is my brother Harvey. You guys must be new.” I snorted, I don’t get along with other people that well, and they annoyed me. She looked over at me, “your name?” she questioned, I quirked an eyebrow. The silence was interrupted by a blur of pink and a husky voice. “Hey big boy, you new here?” That much pink hurt my eyes. She was tall and skinny, with blonde hair and brown eyes. I don’t even want to describe her clothes, cuz I’m sure y’all will puke. I glanced over at pinky her face held a look of revulsion; I poked her in the side, nodding my head to the blur.

She crinkled her nose, “her name is Ami, queen bee of the school, and the ultimate bitch. I’m pretty sure wearing that much pink should be illegal. I remember one time Harv and me rigged two buckets full of chilie and dumped them on her and her cronies.” I grinned at her. “nice, I can tell I like you and that’s a first. My name is Atarah, just call Ra.” She nodded. “Nice to meet you...yadda yadda yadda.”

Just then the doors swung open and banged against the walls, the hall grew silent. Three guys began to walk the halls. The leader supposedly, had black hair, it stuck up everywhere. His eyes were dark, they looked black, and he wore tan cargo shorts, a black collar shirt, and puma soccer shoes. The next had a shock of fiery red hair that matched the dark ones, his eyes though were and electric blue. He wore tan cargo shorts, a blue shirt and adidas shoes. The next had white blonde hair styled like the other two, his eyes though were gold, (weird tell you.) he wore a red shirt similar to my brothers, cargo shorts and vans.

People watched them go by as if they were some sort of gods. My eyebrows rose, I looked at Lani, “and just who are they?” my voice was kinda loud, just the way I wanted it to be. “the gods of the school, the leader, Nyx, Chaos, and Cairo.” I laughed, “gods? Pft. If their gods, im becoming atheist.” “sshhh” she hissed at me. I laughed; the hallway was so quiet you could hear the crickets chirping. Kicking off the wall I was leaning on, I cut off the three Adonis’s, and made my way to the front office. As I did so, the whispers erupted in the hallway like a bomb exploded. Though I felt peculiar, I tingled all over and the scent of cologne filled my nose, not bad cologne like most but a natural scent. I just shook my head and kept walking next to Step.

“did you see her, shit, now what is Nyx going to do. The last time that happened, Cairo put the guy in a locker.” And many other whispers similar to that.

Rolling my eyes I shook my head. I glanced back at Step. “Lei venendo?” (you coming?)

He nodded and kept in step with me (oh the irony). We made our way to the office, ignoring the fierce whispers and disdainful looks.

Entering the office I immediately gagged on the cloud of perfume that invaded my senses. The secretary should have never even been hired. She looked about 30 and was wearing layers of make-up that looked caked on. Her clothes were way too tight for her fatness, since it was hugging every roll. My face contorted into disgust as she checked my brother out. “hey lady, over here” she looked fleetingly at me. “yes dears?” “I’m Atarah Jameson and this is my brother Stephen Jameson, we’re here for our schedules. And I’d appreciate it if you could get it to us quickly.” She pursed her lips. “of course” she sifted through some files and handed us each a paper. “someone will come to escort you” she batted her eyelashes at my brother.

I looked over my schedule, first period Art with Mrs. Slightly. In the corner of my paper, stood the most ominous looking letters ever to grace the page. The ink was black and the scripture ancient. My breathe caught “Nyx Aamir Teival” I whispered the name, it rolled off my tongue like honey. “you called” a deep voice said from right behind me sending shivers down my spine. I jumped and spun, “u-um. You’re supposed to show me around?” it came out as more of a question than a demand. My voice wavered, my voice NEVER wavered. What the hell was wrong with me? His dark eyes penetrated my every thought, I glowered at him. “quit it.” His eyes widened slightly, I would have never seen it, for he masked it quickly. “quit what may I ask?” “staring at me. It’s unnerving.” His lips pressed together in a thin line. “hmmm” was all he said, spinning on his heel he began to walk away. I growled deep in my throat, “Bastardo” (bastard) I mumbled, “L’apprezzerei se lei la chiamata di didn’t meciò.” (I would appreciate if you didn’t call me that.” I called over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, but I shook my head, “weird.” I rushed after him and watched his back, determined not to lose him, in the crowd.

Which was damn near impossible since the crowd parted for him like the red sea. But they filled in right behind him, ‘i'm gonna get lost.’ I thought to myself and sighed; he stopped, and turned to me. “you wouldn’t get lost if you would stay with me.” He grabbed me by the jacket and drug me in front of him. He hooked one finger in my belt loop and pushed me into a walk. “just what do you think you are doing” I growled, “helping you? So be nice” I humphed and crossed my arms still walking. Chaos and Cairo met up with us; they stood on either side of me. Confusion clouded my thoughts, it’s like they were defending me from something. I felt waves of power washing off each of them, something I hadn’t felt in a LONG time. Not since Sheila was killed. My thoughts were interrupted by a howling screech that almost sounded inhuman. “Nyx! Who is she?!” a taloned finger was pointed straight in my face I, I glanced up into the furious face of Ami, her blue eyes malicious, her mouth pulled back in a snarl. She took a step forward and I took one back. Unfortunately I backed up into Nyx, one of his hands splayed across my stomach pressing me into him. “back off Ami, she’s mine.” Her mouth dropped open, Chaos and Cairo stepped closer to me. “Okay ENOUGH!” I pulled out of Nyx’s grip with some difficulty, “someone tell me what is going on, I have been here a total of 4 hours and i’m getting attacked. Seriously that has got to be some new record for even me. And you!” I pointed at Nyx, “there is no wayhell that I’m yours. I belong to NO ONE!” Ami just stared at me with her mouth open, Chaos and Cairo smiled with their arms crossed over their chest and Nyx, well Nyx’s dark eyes seemed to grow darker, and the pupil’s over shadowing the whites of his eyes. “whatever.” I just shook my head and walked away

A finger hooked into my belt loop and jerked me back; I slammed into a very muscular chest. “I’m still showing you around. Now stay with me.” His voice was deep; his warm breath blew on my ear. His lips pressed to the spot just behind myear, my breathing hitched. I just nodded, “good girl” his voice was low enough for only me to hear. I glared and whipped around, “don’t ever do that again, got it.” I stormed off; I was going to be so late on my first day, stupid Nyx and his gorgeous eyes and body. I growled to myself, I could hear his chuckling behind me.

I clenched my fists, seeing the room that read 143 I slammed open the door and stormed in. a teacher with eccentric purple hair looked wide eyed at me. I managed a half smile “my name is Ra no that is not my full name. and no I do not want to say anything about myself.” Seeing a seat open in the back I made my way towards it. Unfortunately in my fit of cynicism I missed the big blob of pink sitting next to aisle, and as I missed her I missed her outstretched foot. Which of course I tripped over, the ugly linoleum floor leered at me as I fell. I closed my eyes and braced my body for the hit, but it never came. I opened my eyes to find my face inches from connecting with the floor, and once again a finger hooked in my belt loop. Whoever it was lifted me so my feet once again touched the floor. “what did I say about staying with me?” his voice rolled over me, sending chills down my spine. I frowned, crossing my arms I continued straight ahead. Lounging in my seat I closed my eyes and wished him to go away.

“I’m not leaving” his voice whispered in my mind. “arg!” much to my enjoyment the bell rang signaling the end of first period. Great only seven more to go, practically jogging out of the classroom I searched the rapidly filling hall for Step. Spotting bright pink hair I made my way towards the bobbing figure. “Lani! Lani wait!” she turned around and grinned when she found me. “I heard about your escort, gorgeous ain’t he” I fumed, “no he’s not, the arrogant prick. How can anyone stand him? I serious will punch him next time he invades the personal bubble.” Lani looked like she was trying to hold in a laugh, “why are you laughing.” She just giggled, “I think you’re the first person to ever say that about the Teival boys.” I quirked an eyebrow. “the Teival boys?” she just waved a hand as if to dismiss it, “check out the old library in town.” I just nodded. The first bell rang, “well see you round Ra.” I just nodded, the gears in my head already turning. I hid in the bathroom until the last bell rang and I made my way out to my bike, taking a pen and some scrap paper out of my back pocket I wrote Step a quick note and hid it in his helmet.

Mounting my bike I revved it up and took off towards town, riding around a bit I came upon a massive two story building hidden behind some towering oak trees. Riding down the gravel road that leads to it, I noticed that the ancient brick was covered in twisting ivy. Parking my bike I pulled off my helmet, I gazed up at the crumbling building and wondered how far back their history went. Climbing up the crooked stone steps I opened one of the French doors. As I walked across the hardwood floor my boots echoed through the building. I walked up to the receptionist desk and found a kind looking old lady with snowy white hair and twinkling blue eyes. “may I help you young lady?” I smiled genuinely and nodded, “yes please, may I ask where the history on the Teivals is?” she smiled knowingly, “yes of course, second floor 12th row.” “thank you” spinning around I walked towards the magnificent curving staircase. Running my hand along the redwood banister I followed them up the second floor.

As my boots hit the wood floor I started searching for the numbers that marked to rows. I leisurly made my way to the end, which just happened to be the 12th row. Sighing I walked down the aisle, running my finger along the faded leather bound binds. Gold lettering sparkled in the dimmed lighting; the cover was a faded maroon, the title printed in spidery lettering The History of the Teivals grabbing the book from its spot I blew the dust of the cover. Finding a worn leather chair I made myself comfortable. Inhaling deeply I opened the front cover and turned the yellowing pages to the first chapter.

Hours passed by as I read, the pages leaked information. Apparently in the beginning the Teivals were a noble family, but as time grew on the sons became accused of dabbling in the dark magic. Many were burnt alive, one by the name of Elias Teival escaped, and he ran across continents. Finally settling down in Romania he married a woman by the name of Mariska. She was a beautiful woman with long golden hair and rusty brown eyes. after they married they had a son, Elias’s heir, they named him Hantyr. As he grew into a young boy, the villagers started noticing, unusual things that happened about him. Livestock died, night creatures flocked to him. (bats, owls, wolves, coyotes). They began to notice little things about the way he looked, his hair was a white blonde and stuck up everywhere, his eyes were the color of blood, his skin a pasty white. When someone died in the village they blamed him and called him “the devils son”. Finally they had, had enough deaths and sentenced this little boy of eight to death. They burned him alive, and in his dying cry they finally learned the intriguing truth of his ancestors. His father had dabbled in the dark arts, in fact he become a powerful warlock. And his mother was a demon, beautiful but a demon.

As I skimmed through the pages I came upon the logs of names of the Teival ancestry. Flipping to the most recent, my breathing hitched as I read the names. Chaos and Cairo. But his name stuck out the ink more pronounced, the writing ancient. It was like it called to me, dragging me in. searing my brain, breaking every wall I had forged over the years. Unintentionally I whispered his name over and over again, tears leaking from my eyes as the memories came unbidden.

“Mommy, where’s Sheila?” my mother looked down at me, “Sheila’s been a bad girl honey, now she’s being punished.” Screams echoed through the house, my eyes grew wide. “No mommy, no. You can’t do that to her, she can’t handle it.” I threw open the door and sprinted down the stairs, yelling for Sheila as I went. Slamming open the basement door and shouted. “Daddy stop, don’t do it to her. No! It…it wasn’t her it…it was me! Daddy no” I pounded on his back as the whips and pokers came down on her skin, the smell of burnt flesh stinging my nostrils. “You! It was you Atarah? What have I told you?” Tears streamed down my face, his hand slapped sending me to the floor, his boots connected with my ribs, I cried out in pain. He grabbed a knife and cut my shirt off. Throwing my to the ground he brought the whip down over and over again. I bit my lip in pain, but didn’t cry out, only knowing that it would do no good. “That’ll teach you not to paint those signs on the wall!” I heard his steps pounding up the steps. Crying I drug myself over to Sheila’s prone form on the ground. “Sheila” I sobbed I laid her head in my lap. “No don’t go Sheila, me and Step need you.” It was no use, her vacant blue eyes stared up into nothingness, her skin became as cool as marble, her mouth open in an agonizing scream.

With my little arms I picked her up, ignoring the searing pain that spread across my back and ribs. Climbing slowly up the steps I made my way to our room. Laying her on the bed I sat in the corner rocking back in forth, and kept hearing her screams echoing in my ears.

The flashes of memory left and I found myself cradled in someone’s arms. Inhaling I smelled Steps cologne. “Ra, good your back. You know that Nyx guy ain’t so bad.” His name whispered across my brain. Getting up I stretched, “thanks step.” He shrugged, “any time.” Climbing the steps to my room I threw myself on the bed. Laying there I stared into the darkness. A voice echoed through myhead, “I will never leave. If you need me you know how to find me.” My eyes grew heavy with sleep, my thoughts fuzzed. All I knew is that I wanted something to hold. “Nyx” I whispered his name in my sleep delirium. “I’m here, love” “mmmm” I mumbled. A muscular hand splayed across my abdomen pulling me against his body. I twisted in his hold and wrapped my arms around him, pushing my face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. “Sleep” his voice whispered across my thoughts invading everything, sending me spiraling into a sleeping oblivion.

“Atarah….Atarah…wake up, love…” a voice murmured in my ear, warm breath ticked my neck, and lips brushed against my pulse. My eyes shot open, “what the hell, who the hell are you?” I called out into the semi-darkness, “mmm, I thought you would remember me, love” tingles spread across my body, and all my senses became acute to his presence in the room, this sensation baffled me, due to that I had never gotten this feeling, not even from my own twin. “what are you doing here Nyx, and why the hell are you in my room?” I growled deep in my throat, disentangling myself from his arm I leapt across the room and stood against the wall.

He was sprawled out on my bed, his raven hair sticking up every where, his onyx eyes eying me with an amused look. He put his hands behind his head, when he did this it was then I noted that he didn’t have a shirt on. I swallowed hard, his muscles were well defined, they stretched when he moved. “put a shirt on my god. Not everybody drools over your body.” He smirked, and got up, walking towards me, I backed up. My back hit the wall, both of his hands pressed against the wall on either side of my head, effectively trapping me in. I looked up into his eyes; the whites had faded into black so that the pupil had taken over. A tattoo spiraled up around his neck and over his abdomen, his hair held electricity in every strand. My breathing all but stopped, my pulse quickened, his muscles tightened. He leaned down to my ear, his body pressing into mine, “don’t lie, I can tell when you lie.” I glared at him.

My wheels in my head started to turn, and I grinned evilly to myself. Putting a coy look on my face, I looked up into his eyes. I trailed a finger down his chest, over his navel, to the waistband of his pants. His breathing hitched; if possible his eyes grew darker. I narrowed my eyes into a glare and shoved him back. “Again, why are you here?” I growled. His jaw clenched and he threw himself on my bed, “you called me. I had to come.” Confusion etched my face, “what…are you talking about?” He rolled his eyes and ran an exasperated hand through his hair. “You…of all the godforsaken humans on earth is connected to me. I don’t know how yet, but you are. When you say my name I, come to you…only you.” I slid to a sitting position, “o…kay…I have absolutely no clue what is going on.” Shaking my head I got up, completely ignoring the, dare I say it, half demon in my bed, I made my way to the bathroom. Stripping off my clothes I climbed into the already steaming water. Sitting in the tub I let the water run over me, soothing my tensed muscles.

As I sat prone in the bathroom I let my mind wander, he comes to me, only me. Why the hell does it have to be me, and why couldn’t he be some gorgeous emo boy that will have my drooling after him. Then my thoughts strayed to my brother and I leaped up. Jumping out of the tub I wrapped a towel around me and ran out the door. Listening intently I heard two sets off voices coming from my room, “Step!” I banged open the door, but it wasn’t Step, it was Lani. “Um…what’re you doing here?” she looked at me, her face filled with humor. “Your brother called me.” My eyes widened, “what the hell is going on!” She just giggled and shared a look with Nyx. I growled, “I’m going to go now.” She flounced out of the room. I looked at Nyx who was smirking at me. “What are you smirking about now?” His smirk turned into a wolfish grin, “oh nothing, but I think this look works for you.” I glanced down and turned scarlet, spinning on a heel I sprinted into my closet and threw on some random clothes.

Stepping out of the closet I found him fast asleep with one arm draped over his muscular chest. Shaking my head, I left the room absently fingering the scar on the inside of my palm, something I did when I was deep in thought. Jogging down the stairs I found Step lounging on the couch watching some horror show. I plopped myself down on the couch next to his feet, “so, Step…how long have you known?” He looked quizzically over at me, “known what?” my temper boiled as I saw his left eyebrow twitch, a sure sign he was lying. “Step” I drawled out his name in frustration. He rolled his eyes, “fine, i’ve known since we were 14.” My eyes widened, “and you never thought to tell me?!” He looked sheepish, “well I didn’t know who my caller was until yesterday, when I saw her. My senses became acutely aware to her and my body was drawn to her. She knew it as soon as I said her name.” My put a hand to my face, “so that’s why you had no problem with Nyx, you knew he was my…what’d you call…my caller.” He shrugged.

Taking him deep breath he began to explain this whole thing. “Well Nyx is exactly like LeiLani. Lani’s a fairy caller, and Nyx well he’s an um…demon caller.” “What?!” I screeched, “A demon caller, no way, wont he...hurt me?” My fear finally heightening I hadn’t been this afraid since that night. Step shook his head furiously, “there is no way in hell that Nyx would EVER hurt you. In fact he does the exact opposite, he won’t let anyone ELSE harm you. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, sssliick.” He drug his finger across his throat, to signify death. My hands began to shake, “w-why us?” He shrugged, “why anyone. Look Ra don’t worry about it, nothings going to happen to you…yet.” My head shot up eyes widened. “Yet?!” He looked at me sheepishly, he coughed, “yeah, at least that’s what Lani said.” My anger boiled, I grabbed my keys and stormed out the front door. Hopping on my bike I sped off, down back roads where I could go really fast. Tears streamed down my face, my palm itched, my head hurt. Everything seemed to be coming out of hand, what was happening. Where was the Ra before, built tough as nails, never cried, and sure as hell was never afraid. Now this demon caller had me shaking in my boots, ugh, I needed to stop this or my wounds on my back would reopen and there goes a perfectly good shirt.

Before I knew it I was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by corn. Seeing a small store looking thing with an old Coke sign I pulled off the worn down road. Parking my bike I walked up the rickety steps to the run down wooden porch. The wood was split and there was a rusty fan going as fast as it could. Sitting in a rocking chair with her hands folded over her lap was an old woman. Her hair was snowy white and her eyes twinkled as she smiled up at me. “Well hello there young lady, how may I help you.” I just looked at her, my face impassive, my emotions guarded. The woman stared into my eyes, there depth piercing my soul. She nodded and got up, “you sit right there I’ll bring you some lemonade.” Running a hand through my hair, I pulled up an old wooden chair. A glass of cool lemonade was placed in front of me; I grabbed it up and gulped it down. Surprising myself of how thirsty I actually was, putting that glass down I thanked the woman. She looked over at me and smiled, “so who’s your caller?” My jaw dropped and my heartbeat increased. “w-what?” Again she gave a grin, “you’ve been touched by a caller, a possessive one I might add.” I quirked an eyebrow at her.

She snatched my hand and flipped it palm side up, she pointed to my wrist. What I saw made my jaw drop even more, there as if tattooed on my wrist was the letters NAT in ancient scripture. She laughed throatily, “not many put their initials on the they call upon. He must be very possessive.” I glared at my wrist, “the arrogant prat, when I get my hands on him he’ll wish he never met me.” I glanced up at the old woman, “can you tell me all you know?” She nodded, “honey all I’ve got is time.” I leaned back and made myself comfortable.

She cleared her throat and once again crossed her hands in her lap. “I had a caller once, his name was Nefir, and gorgeous he was. I hadn’t even known what a caller was until I met him; it was like a line had been wound around both of us. All I had to do was whisper his name, his full name and he was there.” I leaned forward, “wait a sec; you have to say their full name for them to come?” She nodded slightly, “unless the caller has a very strong connection with the one they call upon, then they only have to say their first name. When they come to call its like they are tapped into your body and mind, they know exactly where you are and who you’re with. But be careful, even if you just say their name in a simple conversation they come. Ahh but there is another thing you must know, they know if you’re in danger, and when you are in danger they change. Some change into creatures, others change into their true form.” She took a sip of lemonade to wet her parched throat. “Ah but Nefir was beautiful, he was a wood nymph caller, he was tall and lithe, his hair was the color of the green leaves on a gorgeous spring day, his eyes the clear blue of a stream that ran through the forest. I loved to touch him, his skin was so soft.” He eyes become cloudy with reminisce, “Um, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to him?” Her mouth dropped into a frown, the lines of sorrow creased her forehead. “I sent him away…on accident. I didn’t mean to but I was so angry, not at him, no, at my parents. They found out about him and tried to kill him, it scared me so much that I sent him away from me. If only I knew how to get him back.” This confused me and excited me a little; I could have a chance of sending him away. “What do you mean, ‘sent him away’?” She looked at me, her eyes grim. “I broke the connection; see I was connected to him through my sapphire necklace I was given at birth. I never took it off, but knowing that, that was what connected him to me I threw it away, somewhere deep in the woods. I could never find it again, my heart broke.” I looked at her in pity, “I’m sorry…I didn’t catch your name.” She looked at me and smiled slightly, “my name is Elvira, what is your name child?” I looked down at the table, “my full name is Atarah, but just call me Ra.” She nodded and patted my hand with her thin fingers. “What kind of caller do you have my dear?” I looked at her sharply my eyes never wavering, “he’s a demon.” Her eyes widened slightly, “there’s only one demon caller, Nyx Aamir Teival, he’s the strongest the fastest, and the demon prince of the underworld.” I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, “yep that’s him. Is that bad?” She shook her head, “not necessarily for you dear, but for him oh that is bad. And for forming such a strong connection with you, he might lose you.’ My hands had begun to shake again, so I placed them hastily in my lap. “But I could send him away couldn’t I? Just like you sent Nefir away?” She shook her head sadly, “I’m afraid not, for your connection to him is part of your soul, and that cannot be sent away.” My shoulders sagged; I put my head in my hands and breathed deeply for a moment.

“Ra, I believe you should go, for he should be looking for you at the moment and if he doesn’t find you all hell will break loose…literally.” I looked up at her, “seriously?!” She nodded, “thank you m'am it was kind of you to do this for me.” She just hugged me, “anything for you dear.” I leaped the stairs and mounted my bike in one bound, spinning my wheels I tore off straight down the road I came.

Swerving past cars and increasing my speed, I made it back to my house in about an hour. Throwing my bike into park I sprinted into the house, past my surprised twin, and up the stairs in a matter of seconds. Flinging open my door I found my room ominously empty. “Nyx” I yelled into oblivion. My sense tingled; a waft of cologne entered my nostrils. Spinning around I stared at him, his arms were crossed over his chest and his eyebrows rose, “yes?’ He looked utterly calm, no exploding rage, no hellions breaking loose. I exhaled slowly, finding that I had held my breath, I fell on my bed. “Damn” I muttered, “and what pray tells was that?” His voice held his smirk, I glared up at him. “Sit” I growled.

He quirked an eyebrow but sat nevertheless. “What is it that you want?” I glared at him, “how long have you known that you were my caller?” He smiled amusingly at me. “That is all that you want to know? Fine, I shall tell you.” He took a spot on the floor and lay back cradling the back of his head in his hands.

He took a deep breathe, “Personally I think I new it was you a long time before you came to this school. I remember seeing glimpses of you in my dreams. I hated you; you invaded everything that I did. I know a lot more about you than I bet you even know about yourself. I didn’t know your name or when I would finally get to see you. Then out of the blue you show up at my school, yesterday when Chaos, Cairo, and I walked through the doors I knew immediately that you were there. Then you walked in front of me and I very nearly fell from shock.” I flipped on my back and let my head lull over the side, “wait, does Chaos and Cairo have ones to call upon, and what kind of callers are they?” I left the part out that I knew he was a demon caller, I decided it might set him off a bit that I found out from someone else. “Yes Chaos and Cairo do have ones to call upon; the girls’ names are Kari and Mariana. Chaos is a fire demon caller and Cairo is a water demon caller. I know you know what I am so don’t hide it.” I just rolled my eyes a bid him to finish the explanation.

“Well when you got your schedule and whispered my name, which by the way it didn’t have the be the whole name, but anyways when you whispered it I was called to you. So showing you around would have been easy, but it wasn’t, it was hard keeping people away from you. Especially Ami.” As he said her name I remembered what had happened.

A howling screech that almost sounded inhuman. “Nyx! Who is she?!” a taloned finger was pointed straight in my face I, I glanced up into the furious face of Ami, her blue eyes malicious, her mouth pulled back in a snarl. She took a step forward and I took one back. Unfortunately I backed up into Nyx, one of his hands splayed across my stomach pressing me into him. “Back off Ami, she’s mine.” Her mouth dropped open, Chaos and Cairo stepped closer to me.

“So that’s what you meant by I was yours. Ugh, overprotective much, it’s not like she could do anything to me.” He smirked, “oh on the contrary my darling, she’s a witch and not figuratively speaking. She tried to curse you that day, but I couldn’t let her do that could I?” My eyes widened, “you didn’t.” His eyes bore into me, like the day in the office, “don’t even try it.” I grumbled, his eyes widened slightly in surprise, ‘you know?” I nodded, “i'm NOT letting you see my memories bud, it doesn’t work that way. Anyways you can go now.” He looked pointedly at me, “just go” I glared at him. He rolled his eyes and disappeared.

Walking downstairs I found LeiLani and Step making out, “you guys don’t waste time do you. Well im going to bed, we got school tomorrow.” The just mumbled in between sucking each others faces off. Shaking my head I went back to my room and changed my clothes, as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. I guess I was emotionally and physically exhausted.