Theselin POV
I walked up to the new house. This was, what? My fourth foster home since the beginning of the year? Wow. One a month. What was it about me that scared people? I mean, it's not like demons are the mythological kind. The real thing is actually just a large bunch of people with weird features and/or abilities.
Just before I opened the door, a man with black hair and eyes opened. I looked him in the eye, knowing that my red eyes could be somewhat creepy.
"I'm Fang," he said, "And this is Jason." He motioned to the equally dark hair and eyed boy on the steps that wore all black.
Jason POV
I looked at the new girl. She had long (and I mean LONG) brownish-red hair and stunning, bright, neon red eyes. She wore a black Paramore shirt, a light gray denim jacket, worn out Converse, and black jeans. Definitely not pop culture. Thank God!
I watched as she introduced herself.
"Theselin Ride," she said.
I froze. Theselin Ride was the daughter of Maximum (Max) Ride and Taylor York. Three years ago, their entire family was in a car crash and she was the only survivor. The strange part: she was in the seat that was struck by the other car. Yep. Phantom survivor. She glared at me for staring at her for too long. Bad habit. I stood and walked back to my room. I almost (keyword: ALMOST) wanted Dad to adopt her. Just like he had me. Only difference, I wasn't the son of his lost (and dead) love.
Fang POV
"Theselin Ride," she said. She looked nothing like Max with her reddish hair and her NEON red eyes. I was amazed. After so long, I had found her daughter. I had to adopt her, but I was going to check with Jason. Especially after he found out what happened to his mother. He was a child of... unfortunate circumstances. He never wanted to know about his mom, but found out from a cousin who went to his school what happened to his mother. And what she was.
As Jason turned to go upstairs, Theselin looked up to his room and said, "What's with him? He seems depressed."
I nodded, signaling that she was right.
Time Skip: 2 hours
Theselin POV
I had found my room and was blasting some of my nightcore mixes into my ears, the sound blocking out the whispers. The ones that told me to unleash my power. I couldn't though. I don't care that this was my mother's lost love, she would have told me to do the same thing, stay low. I slowly felt myself drift off as Everytime We Touch (nightcore) blasted in my ears.
Okay, I know it's weak, but I have to write a bunch of stuff within an hour since I am at the library. Long story short, my computer won't get internet and we have to fix it. So I have to do my updates at the library for a while. Sorry! I'll try to be better about it, especially since I come here often! ;)