"No. And I'm not going to tell you again, you are not going to that party." said Jean across the room to her daughter, Katarina.
"Why do you always have to keep me locked up in the house, it's not like I'm going alone!"
"Just go to your room, you're not going. End of conversation."
"Fine!" shouted Katarina as she stormed to her bedroom and slammed the door.
Katarina hated to be stuck in the house and had always been the girl who wanted to go on adventures, try something new, but ever since they moved to Sacramento, the capital of California, her mother had been extra protective and never let her leave the house. She always wanted to know why they moved, but her mother always said it was for change, though she knew her mother was lying.
As she was lying on her bed, she heard a noise coming from outside. She ignored it at first, thinking it could just be a cat in a bush or something…but as the noise became louder, she couldn't stand it any longer. She gradually got up and made her way over to her window. First, she could not see anything, and then all of a sudden she could see a shadow. No, not a shadow. It was a boy.
Even though she could only see the back of him, she knew fine well it was a blond headed boy. She still could not tell what he was doing, as far as she could tell he was fighting the air, but as she looked closer, she could see the outline of something dark. She could not understand what she was seeing, and as she leaned in closer to the glass so that she could see, her necklace slid out from her shirt and hit the glass with the slightest of noise. To her that noise could not do anything, not even wake up a bug. However, to the blond headed boy, it seemed to be the loudest noise ever. His head snapped round to look at her and their eyes locked. It seemed like hours passed before he turned and ran away.
Who was that boy? Was all Katarina could think. When he looked at her, he looked at her with confusion. Confusion that Katarina did not understand. Confusion that made Katarina wonder.
. . .
What was I thinking? Thought the boy. He could not believe what he had just done. He was sure he had a glamour on so that no mundane could see him. The only way she could see him was if she was not a mundane. Maybe she was a Downworlder?But she could not have been, he would have sensed it. One of us, the Nephilim?Then why did he look at her with such confusion. It just did not add up.
He made it back to his house, which was nothing more than 1 bedroom, a kitchen, bathroom and a small living room, which turned into a weapon room after everything that happened with his sister. He still hated him sister for it and that was always the only thing on his mind. He was going to make his sister love him. He would force her to love him, but now that changed. All he could think about was her. With her blond, wavy hair. Her bright green eyes and lips that were shaped perfectly. He did not care about his sister at this moment. Only her.