Where Wishes Will Run

Summary: After Mama's death Allen finds himself stuck in between the biggest feud ever. Who was going to have rightful parental rights over him. His Godparents Cross and Maria or his rich uncle Adam D. Campbell. And what's this even his uncle Nea is looking to jump into the mix. With a split decision to run away not knowing which relative he should choose. Not to mention an angry demon hell-bent on making stealing his soul. Yullen, Lavena

A/N-

So I am taking a bit of a break on my other fanfics, just because I need a new project to work on until inspiration hits me for one of the others. So forgive me, until then enjoy. Also chapters are the titles of songs.

Story Theme- Sis Puella Magical! (Vocals and Orchestra)

Chapter 01- Sharp Edges

He sat on the school bus book bag draped over his lap as he starred out the window, watching as dead trees passed by, a light blanket of snow covering the ground. It had been long day for him in the 4th grade with his class throwing a mini Christmas party/his birthday party since winter break started for them the nest day. He hadn't been too thrilled about it and had kept to himself in the book corner with his friend Deak. The were both the redheads of the class and both hated anything too social unless it was with the other. They had been best friends since the first grade and it's grown stronger since. He was excited to get home because later that evening he was finally going to see his Uncle Nea. His stops was one of the lasts and the bus dropped him off down at the driveway. At first glance he was a little put off because neither his father, Mana, nor his grandmother, Katerina, were there to greet him.

"Is everything alright Allen do youn need me to wait till either your father or grandmother arrive?" He heard his bus driver call out to him. Allen starred up his driveway which was dark due to the surrounding trees. It was usually why Mana or Katerina would walk with him. It was a five-minute walk of terror alone. Especially when it was overcast or dark out.

"No, I'm quite alright." He called back out readjusting his bag onto his shoulder and began making his way up the driveway. Listening to the bus drive away, tightening his grip on his book bag strap. Allen kept his eyes trained forward, swallowing back any tears which threatened to fall when he heard a sound. He wanted to be brave so that way he had an amazing story to tell Nea when he saw him. The moment his home came into view he broke out into a sprint not stopping until his little legs carried him to his front porch. Everything was eerily silent around him, and just as eerily silent when he walked into the house.

"Papa?! Grandmother?!" Allen screamed into the house dropping his bag near the door slipping out of his winter jacket, gloves and scarf leaving them all on floor near his bag. The red head slowly made his way first into the dining room before making his way out towards the back of the house where the kitchen was located. He grabbed the baseball bat his father kept hidden behind the credenza holding just how he was taught in little league. The eight year old could hear his heart beating and he could feel the sweat on his hands.

"Grandmother?" He called out again when he walked into the kitchen. His heart stopped and his eyes widened at the sight before him. There was blood everywhere, his grandmother's body laid atop the island with her chest ripped open. Allen dropped the bat, running from the room screaming. He tried to escape the front door but no matter how hard he tried it wouldn't come open, like something was keeping it locked.

'Allen.'

His blood ran cold hearing the chilling voice call out for him from the basement. He had to escape and exiting from the backdoor in the kitchen was out of the question. He slowly turned around pressing his back flush against the front door starring at the stairs which led to the rooms upstairs in front of him. Tears fell from his eyes, the voice continued to call out to him and now he could hear footsteps coming up the basement steps. He ran up the stairs the moment the door flew open and he didn't dare look back until he had locked himself behind the door which led him to the stairwell to the attic. His hands were pressed against the wood his full body weight trying to keep it closed. But he didn't stand there for long, he turned and ran up the stairs.

The first thing he did was dove into his fort of boxes hugging his knees and by hiding his face into his legs. His shoulders and arms shook as he tried to calm himself down. The house was so quiet he could hear the phone ringing from all the way downstairs in the den. It continues to ring until the answering machine kicks on.

'You've reached Katerina Campbell… and Allen! We can't come to the phone right now so leave us a message after the beep…' Allen waited for the beep which followed not long after the recording of his and his grandmother's voice.

'Hey Mana it's your brother Nea. My flight Is going to be a bit late and not to mention Adam and I are stopping off to grab some wine for after Allen goes to bed. I'll call you when I get picked up. Toodles.' Nea's voice was just how he remembered it, but the young boy couldn't even move. He didn't even know any of his relatives phone numbers without his father's address book. He wandered if everything was safe though, but he was poorly mistaken when his ankle was grabbed and he was yanked out. He screamed at the top of his lungs for his father until his entire world went black after starring into a pair red eyes and a face which resembled so much like his father's, but so distorted.

The first thing he took notice of was how cold he was followed by the pain on the left side of his face. His throat also raw from how much he had screamed when that thing had attacked him. Allen sat up seeing it was already dark outside. He could see a heavy snowfall from out the window, but he couldn't get himself to feel anything. He needed to find his father, he needed to get help as well. He pushed himself to his feet and began making his way down to the first floor. The fire in the fireplace was finally reduced to just small embers making the warm house now cold. He walked to the small table by it and pressed the play button on the answering machine. He listened to Nea's first message as he walked out of the room and to the open basement door.

'Okay you guys someone call me back, none of you are answering your cell phones and Allen can't be home alone. I'll call back when Adam arrives.'

Allen began making his decent down the stairs his arms crossed his hands holding onto his shoulders. He was so scared.

'Mana it's Adam, is everything alright? Allen if you're home alone pick up the phone.'

Allen reached the bottom of the stairs finding the light switch and flicking it on. A sob immediately tore from his throat as he dropped to his knees. The phone was ringing again and soon went to the answering machine. His eyes unable to tear away from his father's hanging body.

'Its Nea we're pulling up to the house if I have to I will be breaking the door down!'

Allen tried push himself back up to his feet, but he could only slump back down sobbing, choking and screaming out for Mana. He heard the door upstairs kicked in, Nea shouting at Adam and his oldest cousin Sheril to check the rest of the house. Allen curled his legs into his chest screaming in agony. He heard footsteps run down the stairs.

"Oh my god!" Was all he heard from his uncle. He felt Nea's hands on him lifting him into his arms. It was chaos upstairs also with Sheril in a panic and Adam on the phone with the police helping the other outside. Nea carried Allen to the car sitting the boy on the hood shouting at Tyki to get him the first aid from the trunk. Nea was moving Allen's hair from his face looking him over.

"Nea how is he?" Adam asked taking the kit from Tyki who was confused at what was going on.

"He's shutting down, it looks like someone branded him and his hair is going white. Where's mom?" Nea asked, Allen finally lifting his eyes to look at his uncle's.

"Someone got her to." Allen choked out, Nea pulled the boy into his arms. The sounds of sirens drawing closer. Nea held onto Allen rocking him. The two Campbell brothers realizing the boy had gone through hell once he'd gotten home from school.

"Allen who picked you up from the bus stop today?" Adam asked rubbing the young boys back.

"No one, I walked alone today. I came home alone. Something was inside of Mana….that wasn't Mana, he doesn't have red eyes. Papa wouldn't hurt no body!" Allen cried pieces of the attack coming back, he clutched to Nea, his eyes as wide as a deer in headlights. No one spoke a word as Allen cried, and the young boy continued to cry even when the authorities arrived where him and Nea we're taken to the hospital by ambulance. Adam, Sheril and Tyki following close behind.

Nea laid on the hospital bed looking down at his nephew curled into his side. The entire left side of the boys face wrapped in bandages. Adam had left to take the boys home and to meet up with the detective who had been first on the scene. I guess the man had some questions. That was a few hours ago and the sun was beginning to peak through the windows. Allen had fallen asleep not long after the doctors cleaned him up, and it was already decided the boy would be staying at the hospital till his psych evaluation and once they went through his brothers will.

"How is he?" Nea's eyes shifted to the door seeing his oldest brother standing there looking quite disturbed.

"Cried in his sleep till about an hour ago. Let me guess Mana was dabbling in the dark arts again wasn't he?" Nea asked brushing his fingers through Allen's hair. Adam didn't answer right away and sat down at the only chair available.

"Something like that, I didn't recognize the symbols. But it was confirmed Mana had been the one to kill mother and to use Allen in some ritual. There was video footage. Allen may have been right something was inside of Mana. And now something may be inside of Allen.

To be continued…