A/N: Hi. You know me. Or...maybe not. O.o, I am lazy. Sorry. So, I hope to keep this...'alive' So please. REVIEW! And Comment! And hug me...because I am sad!

Disclaimer :I WANT TO OWN SOMETHINHG...all I own is this old gym sock...

Mr. Gym Sock: I am an old smelly...gym sock, and I AM OWNED BY A STUPID WOMAN! T-T

Me: SHUT UP!

Mr. GS : Fine -cries in closet-

Chapter One

In The Closet

"Please...oh please let it work!"

It was the chant the girl had been repeating for the last 10 minutes. Her hands where clenched into fists and splotched with red spots from being squeezed.

"Come on...come on!" she hissed through clenched teeth, crouching down, eyeing a chalk circle wih eyes that in the light would be a ruby red, but now seemed muddy, almost black, with specks of bright red where candle light reflected in them.

What was she doing?

Summoning a demon.

Calling on a devil.

Ordering a evil sprit from the depths of hell to come and do her bidding.

You get it.

It didn't seem to be working though, and she hissed in frustration, swung and arm out as she stood, knocking a candle over.

"RATS!" she hissed and picked up the candle, burning her hand with hot wax. "DAMMIT!" she cried and dropped the offending object and went to turn on the light, her burnt fingers tucked in her mouth.

"You should be more careful," she scolded her self, hearing the soft musical voice of one of the nuns in her voice. She lived with a group of nuns and preist. all of them where odd, but she enjoyed them, and knew that the one whos voice played in her head would be more worried about her hand, not what she was doing.

Unlike the head nun, that witch would burn her alive.

She shuddered and flicked the light on.

"Oh horsefeathers!"

The voice was muffled, and for a second the blonde was sure she was imagining it.

But then there was a thump and she slowly turned, eyes wide in fear, and looked at the built in closet. It was the only place she could think of that someone might hide in.

"H-hello?" she asked, stepping forward.

Silence.

She frowned, she knew someone was there.

"You better come out or, or I'll get Miss. Kate!" she said, hopping to sound brave, though her hands shook. What had she gotten her self into? If it was one of the kids who trained here, they would tell on her for what she was doing, or maybe it was a devil, and...

She gulped and stepped forward, ears pricked for any noise, and turned the closet door handle, her free hand clenched in a fist.

Just as she opened it, a stumbling figure came out, crashing onto her floor and knocking over another candle.

He had been listening to her!

He didn't look like a devil, his hair was an purplis color, and disheveled, and he was small, no wings, no tail, no horns. So was he a kid?

Maybe new?

"Who are you!" she snapped, resting her fists on her hips. Her burnt hand sent a sting through her arm and she hissed, and put the smarting digits in her mouth again.

"You hurt..." the boy answered, turning around, looking at her with deep red...almost blood red eyes.

She gasped, demon eyes...

"Yobr...ah...ah...debin!" she said, and he looked at her, confused, and...was there shock in his eyes.

"E-excuse me?" he asked in a soft and shaky voice.

"A demon..." she said, pulling her fingers from her mouth, "Your a demon!"

"Uh..umm..." he smiled, or tried, it was shaky, like his voice, "Yes...ma'am, I am...where you the one who--"

"OHH! KATES GOING TO KILL ME!" she cried and turned around.

"Kate?"

"Yes, Kate, the head nun in this facility, that monster is going to burn me at the stake!" she whined, unsure why she was conversing with this devil, or why he hadn't killed her yet. So she asked. "Why did you hide? And...why am I still alive?"

"Umm..well.." he paused to stand up, maybe bidding his time? Thinking of how he was going to kill her? Maybe rape her then eat her heart! Shr touched her breast and watched him.

By God he was short.

"I donno why, maybe you remind me of some one," he said, touching a pointed ear. Was he nervous?

She tugged her own and pulled at her shirt, it was a button up, a boys shirt, starky white, the sleeves rolled up and the collar untidy. Her pants where a soft grey andfluffd around her thighs, then ending half way down her calf. They where baggy now, but it was obvious that they could be tied tight around her calfs, since ribbons hung limply on the sides.

"I...see...did you kill her?"

"What?" he asked, appalled.

" I mean, you mean a girl right?" she glared, " You killed her right? Ate her heart and drank her blood, you know all that mumbo jumbo."

"No!" he squeaked.

"Oh...well then...errr..." she scratched the back of her head, glancing around.

"Mind helping me clean up?"

A/n: Not the best...and not spell checked yet...please be nice.