So this is my new story. I hope you like it. I might not update until I finish Torturing Fang. I just wanted you all to get a taste of what's going to happen in the story. So…. ENJOY!

Chapter 1

Fang's P.O.V

Rain started pouring, drenching us to the bone. The weather completely matched all of our moods: Depressed and gloomy. The gravestones were turning dark gray instead of their previous lighter color. Thousands of gravestones surrounded us, but only one mattered to me. The words tore at my heart.

Patricia Santiago

1970-2009

Greatly loved Mother

Wife

Daughter And

Sister

I couldn't imagine not seeing her again. Her beautiful face, her tender smile, her warm hug, and soft eyes all gone. Never to be seen again. I sat there, wishing, hoping she could hear my pleas and give me advice. What do I do Mom? How do I take care of five kids on my own? How do I finish my training? I'm not strong enough. I can't do it without you.

I could imagine her smiling and shaking her head at me. Then telling me that we'd work it out. Together. That wasn't the case here. She was gone. There were so many questions I needed to ask her, so many things I needed to tell her.

I looked up to see my youngest sister, Angel, walking up to my mother's grave stone. She gently placed the red rose we had gotten her at the foot of the stone. Mom had always loved roses. We had a garden full of them back at home. "I love you mommy." She whispered.

Then she turned around to face me. Tears and raindrops streamed down her angelic face. I held out my arms, and she came running towards me. I scooped her up, into my lap and rocked her. I took of my jacket and wrapped the part that was dry around her.

She sobbed into my already soaking wet shirt while I stroked her once bouncy, blonde curls. Gazzy came over to me and I put my arm around him. Pretty soon, Ella and Iggy joined along and we were in a big family hug. We stayed like that for a few minutes. Then we pulled away. "We should get going guys." I said softly. I scooped Angel up in my arms and stood up.

They all nodded and we trudged our way back to the house. I barely noticed that I was shivering since Angel was wrapped in my jacket. When we got to our house, police cars were swarmed around it, trying to investigate the murder. I chuckled in my head. Good luck with that boys.

Then we continued off to my Aunt's house which was next door. We walked up the stairs and she opened the door even before I could knock. "Fang! Where is your jacket? Get in here." She scolded. I walked in, and set Angel down on her feet. My aunt walked in and handed us all towels.

I dried myself, and rubbed the towel roughly against my hair. Angel and Ella giggled when they saw my hair, so I'm guessing it resembled something like a rat's nest. Aunt Emma left the room and came back with a bag and a note. "This is your mother's will."

Everyone froze. "I haven't looked at it yet, but I know that she left something for all of you. I'm going to read it now and I'll hand the package with your name on it out as I read." She picked up the note and started reading.

"These possessions of mine should be given to the rightful child they belong to. Before I start, I would like to tell all of my children that I love them and I will never give up. And now to start. To my baby, Angel, I give my childhood friend. She cheered me up during sad times and gave me good luck. I hope she does the same for you. She reminds me of yourself." Aunt Emma took out a pink package and handed it to Angel.

"To my brave Gazzy, I leave our family picture; in hope that it shows him that family will always be around to help no matter where life takes him." She handed Gazzy a blue package. Then she continued. "To my beautiful Ella, I give my locket in hope that she remembers that I will always be around to help her. All she has to do to see me is open the locket." She handed El a purple package.

"To my gallant son, Iggy, I leave all of the piano music that I have in hope that he makes sure that music is always part of his life." Aunt Emma handed Iggy a green package. "And last but not least, to my eldest child and successor, Fang, I leave all of the money that I owned and my diary in hope that he finds the pages helpful and instructive." Aunt Emma held out a golden package. I hesitantly stepped up and took it from her.

"Good luck my children. And know that as long as I am alive in your heart, you don't have to see or hear me to know I'm there. Love Mom." Aunt Emma finished. We all opened our packages. Inside mine, there was a black leather diary with a note taped to the top. I pulled it off and read.

Dear Fang,

Let me start off by saying how proud of you I am. You

have passed your combat stage and you must move on to learning magic.

It is also your job to protect your siblings. You are not strong enough to

do it alone. There is only one place I can think of where you'll be both safe and learn magic.

You must go to your father's house. There you will finish training, and to blend in you must attend high school. Always remember that I am proud of you my son. This

will not be the last time I see you though. Always remember Fang. I Love You.

Love,

Mom

My father? I had to see my father? I was both excited and nervous at the same time. My parents had to split up at an early age because together, there aura was too powerful together, and every evil being out there would sense them. They thought it was too dangerous for us.

I haven't seen my father since I was twelve and I'm sixteen now. It's been four years. I fingered the old leather diary in my hands. I opened the small, metal latch that was stopping it from opening. There was an oval shape engraved in the metal underneath the latch.

The diary still wouldn't open. I realized I needed a key to open the book. I set it down on the couch and went to look at what the rest of my siblings received. Angel got a stuffed animal. It was a bear dressed up like an angel. I understood what Mom meant about how it reminded her of Angel. "My note says her name is Celeste." Angel said.

I smiled softly at her. Gazzy got a family picture of us. I remembered the portrait like it was yesterday. I was eleven when we were taking it. Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch together. Angel, who was a one year old, was on Mom's lap.

Gazzy was three and was sitting on Dad's lap. Iggy, who was nine, was sitting next to Mom. He was leaning on her shoulder. Ella, who was seven, was sitting on my lap. I was sitting next to Dad. He had his arm around me. We were all smiling; A happy, carefree family.

I moved on to Ella. Ella had gotten a beautiful, silver, oval locket (Picture on profile). It had a floral pattern printed on it. Iggy had received a folder of a LOT of piano music. I looked at Mom's diary again and traced the oval in the metal. A thought struck me. "Hey Els? Can I see your locket for a second?" I asked her. She nodded, looking confused.

I opened and put one of the sides into the diary. With a click, it opened. I leafed through all of the pages. Every single one of them was full. Mom had had this diary since she was a kid. A lot of the pages were just random memories. There was one, however, that caught my eye. The last entry in her diary. It was the date of my sixteenth birthday.

January 13, 2009

Dear Diary,

Today was my baby's sixteenth birthday. These kids are growing up too fast.

Fang has completed his training with flying colors, thanks to me of course. Ahhh...

peace at last. I can now rest, knowing that my husband will continue his training.

I know Fang can take care of the others now. Adrianna's servants, the dark angels

will be coming to try and kill Fang in two days. There is when I will make my last stand.

I can only hope that Fang will understand that I had to exit this world, for I haven't

known peace in ages, and am longing or a new adventure in heaven or hell. I can be of

no more help on this planet. And here's that final entry of my now completed diary.

I can only hope that my children will find use for their gifts. One, of course, shall be

this diary.

Love,

Patricia

I let the diary slip out of my already shaking hands. It landed on the floor with a loud thump. All conversation stopped and everyone in the room was silent, staring at me. Two days… My mom died yesterday. Yesterday was two days after my birthday. Today was January 16.

"She knew." I whispered. They all stared at me. "Fang, honey, what do you mean?" My aunt asked. "She knew she was going to die. She… She wanted to." Everyone knew who 'she' was so there was no need to elaborate on any of that. I shook rubbed my temples.

My head was pounding. All of the pressure was piling on. "Okay. Forget that for now. Mom's instruction was to leave here immediately. Mom says that they'll be here for us in a matter of days. We have to go… Have to go to Dad."

Everyone gasped. "That's the only place that's safe. We have to leave, and we have to leave now." I stressed.

Before I continue, I think I should explain something to all you confused readers. My family and I, we're not exactly human. We look like humans, we act like humans, and we talk and mingle with humans. But we're different. We not only live with the humans, but we protect the humans.

There are only a few protectors in the world. We're called the Shadows since no one knows anything about us. We're there, but we can disappear immediately. A lot of Shadows don't even have to protect the human race since they are usually perfectly safe. Usually they just act like humans.

Usually. Now here comes the complicated part. A few years ago, a Shadow went bad. Her name is Adrianna. She wanted to take over the human race instead of protect it. Yeah. Great lady, but the point is that a lot of people began to join her. They call themselves the Dark Angels. Shadows can't fight without a leader. The leaders name is Shadow Hunter, the king or queen of the Shadows. A lot of people followed her because… Wait for it… She was the Shadow Hunter.

When she became a Dark Angel, she lost her right as the Shadow Hunter. A Shadow Hunter must be claimed as soon as they are born. The Shadows tried as hard as they could to fight the Dark Angels, but without a Shadow Hunter, nothing could be done. Two years later, Shadows started to lose hope.

Until... The first month of the next year. A boy was claimed the Shadow Hunter. That boy was me.

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