AN: Before we begin the show I would like to say a few words. This first chapter is rather short and introduces very little of the plot. It would have been longer but I started writing at 11 PM, and I got tired. Also this is a romance free story. There will be no pairings except those that were originally in YYH, and those only as they pertain to the plot. It's not that I don't like romance, I just don't know enough about it to write about it.

Enough of my blabbering, let's get on with the tale of Why Alyssa Wants a Psychiatrist.

This is the line that seperates fiction and reality. (I just felt like saying that.)
Alyssa dug around her backpack for the key to her house. It was still on her back, which made the search harder, but if she took it off then she'd have to pick it up again, and her back didn't need that strain.

It probably wouldn't have been quite as heavy but she had picked up a really interesting book on psychology at the library last week and in that past week it had practically become an extension of her body. She brought it everywhere just in case she had some spare time in which she could read the next few pages. It was a large book, over 600 pages and hardcover. It would have been much to expensive for her to purchase at the bookstore, but then that was the purpose of libraries, so everyone could read books even if they couldn't afford them.

She had just pulled out the bronze colored house key when she heard a rustle in the bushes behind her. She turned out of reflex, though she knew it probably wasn't anything to worry about. She thought she saw a bit of black fabric peeking out from under the bush and went closer to investigate. She wondered if it was one of the neighborhood children playing hide-and-seek. No sooner had this thought come to her mind when a hand clasped over her mouth and all of her thoughts slipped into darkness.

When Alyssa woke up her eyelids felt like lead. She opened them slowly and found that she was in an unfamiliar room. Instead of her lilac purple vanity, stuffed bookcases, and dark purple carpet (which was barely visible under pile of dirty clothes and halfway finished novels) she saw what looked almost like a hotel room. The walls and carpet were a boring cream color and other then the bed the only furniture was an empty faux-maple dresser and a small stool that had her backpack on it. She rubbed her eyes and tried to remember what had happened. Her head hurt, like what she'd always imagined a hangover would feel like. Had she gotten drunk? People often seemed to wake up in unfamiliar places when they got drunk, at least that's how it was in books and movies. Though they also puked a lot when they were hung-over, and she didn't feel queasy except for the waves of anxiety in her stomach as she tried to remember what had happened.

It came like a flash of inspiration. She vividly remembered the rustling in the bush and the hand over her mouth. Someone had drugged her and kidnapped her! The waves of anxiety quickly transformed into panicked tsunamis. What had they kidnapped her for? Where they going to kill her? Eat her? Sell her into slavery? Did people still do that? She thought she had recently watched something on CNN about the continuing of the black market slave trade, or was that the History Channel? It didn't matter what channel it was on, she had to get out of here or she was screwed!

She had to calm down, that was the first rule of the self-defense class she had taken, you had to stay calm. She surveyed the room for a way to escape. It would be to risky to just walk out the door, it was probably locked anyway. Perhaps she would be able to escape out a window? The only window in the room was over six feet off the ground and only just big enough for Alyssa to squeeze through. She wasn't entirely sure that she wouldn't get stuck, but she had to try.

She grabbed a stool that she had found in the corner of the room and placed it under the window. Her chin now rested on the sill. First she looked down to make sure she was on the ground floor, she was. Then she checked to see if anybody was around. She was surprised that right outside her window was what looked like a Zen rock garden. She had never seen a real one up close before. Under different circumstances she would probably have been excited but now it didn't matter.

Alyssa quickly unlatched the window and found that it opened easily by swing upward. She then realized that the only way to get through would be to go headfirst. This made her even more nervous. She could almost hear her mother calling in the back of her head, "Get away from there, you'll break your neck!" But now was not the time to feel cowardly. She took a deep breath and ungracefully hoisted her front half through the window. She then closed her eyes, put her hands over her neck, leaned forward, and let gravity do the rest as she braced for impact. Somehow she manage to bang her head repeatedly against the wall as she dropped. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise as it caused her to land on her back more then her head.

Still the force of the fall reverberated throughout her body and she couldn't find the strength to stand up. She felt something brush against her chin, and remembered that her eyes were still closed. She opened them and saw a boy with pointy black hair sneering down at her. His black cloak was the thing that was brushing against her cheek. Was it him she had seen in the bush?

The boy gave a cruel little laugh and proclaimed coldly, "That was either the worst escape or worst suicide attempt I've ever seen."

"Up yours," Thought Alyssa, but all that came from her mouth was a soft grunt.

Three other boys, who apparently had been attracted by the noise of her fall, came running up her crash site.

"What happened?" Said one with overly gelled black hair, "I thought you said she wouldn't wake up for another hour or two?"

"She wasn't supposed to," Responded the tallest of the group who's long red hair made him look rather feminine, "Perhaps her demon energy is awakening faster then we thought."

"You guys never did explain why she's turning into a demon," Complained the orange topped one. "Why am I always the last one to be let in on this stuff!"

"She's not turning into one, she was one from the start," Explained Sneer-Boy, not bothering to hide his annoyance, "Though I'm beginning to doubt it with that stunt she just pulled."

Alyssa heard the words but she didn't make any sense. Were they calling her a demon? She couldn't see how she could be one. At least she'd been human as long as she's known herself. Maybe it was all to much for her to take at once, or maybe the drug started to work again, whatever the reason she found herself once again slipping into darkness.

AN: I just realized something. I have never written a fantasy story without having my character pass out at least once. Maybe it's just a good (i.e. easy) way to end a chapter. Who knows? I wonder when this started…..