A/N: Hi everyone, Tell me if you like

this, I don't know if I want to continue it. Also, title suggestions are welcome! 'Kaylee' is just a temporary title

Disclaimer: I don't own Magisterium or any of its characters.

"Kaylee. Kaylee!"

I woke up to someone whispering my name in my face. It was Tamara. I was sleeping over at her house for the weekend. I looked over at the large window on the wall in Tamara's bedroom. It was still dark.

"What?" I groaned sleepily.

"Come on! Get up! It's 4 am. You know what that means." Tamara answered quietly.

"No..." I answered. What was she talking about?

"Remember? We were going to go to that party!" Tamara said in a voice that suggested she was both excited, and getting annoyed with me.

After she reminded me about the party, I remembered the whole plan. We were going to sneak out into the hall and downstairs, grab a case of soda from the kitchen to bring and then go outside. What form of transportation Tamara was planning on using, I did not know.

"Are you sure about this? We might get caught." I said.

"Of course I'm sure! Now come on! If we get caught, I'll make up an excuse. Let's go! Get dressed and then we'll go downstairs."

I got out from under the covers and undressed, as Tamara stood looking the other direction, doing the same.

Once we were both dressed we tiptoed down the steps.

The party was in the house of one of Tamara's other friends. I recognized a few of the other people at the party from school. Tamara and I had been in the same class at school for two years, before she had gone to music school.

(A/N: In my story, music school is where Tamara told her friends she was going when she went to the Magisterium.)

We had walked to the house on foot. It had only taken about five minutes, but my legs already hurt. Since I was born, my ligaments have been too loose and they don't hold my bones in place very well. I've dislocated both of my knees twice each and my left elbow once. If I walk for a distance longer than about ten feet, my legs start to hurt.

The party was loud. Very loud. There was music blasting out from unseen speakers. The lights were dim and there were colored spotlights dancing around the room.

"Kaylee, come meet some of my friend from music school." Tamara said to me through all the noise.

I followed her through the crowd. We stopped at a table with large bowls of punch on it. We set our case of soda cans on the table and walks to the other end where two boys and a girl were standing.

The three of them stopped talking and greeted Tamara when they saw us.

"Kaylee, this is Aaron, Call and Celia."

"Hi." I said almost inaudibly.

"Aaron, come here I want to show you something." Tamara said. "We'll be right back!" Tamara called as she walked away with Aaron.

I was left standing alone with Call and Celia.

"So..." said Celia awkwardly. "How do you know Tamara?"

"We were in the same class at school for two years."

"What instrument do you play?" I asked Celia and Call.

They both looked at me in a confused fashion. Celia looked over to Call with a face that said 'what do I do?' Call looked at her with the same face. I was starting to get confused too.

"Oh!" Call said suddenly. "Yeah."

I stared at him, confused. He went to a music school and he didn't know what I meant when I asked him what instrument he played?

"Cello." He said.

"Me too." Celia said quickly.

"What instrument does Tamara play again?" I asked them.

"Um..." Celia started. "Violin."

"Oh." I said. "I thought she said flute."

"Yeah, she used to play flute, but she switched to violin." Call said.

Tamara reappeared with Aaron.

"You want to go find some seats?" She asked. There should be some over there." She said, pointing to the opposite side of the room.

"Yes." Call said before anyone else could answer. "My leg is killing me."

I looked over at him. There didn't appear to be anything wrong with his leg. But, then again, there didn't appear to be anything wrong with my legs either.

We went over to the chairs and I watched as Call rubbed his calf.

"Tamara, where's the bathroom?" I asked.

"Come on, I'll show you."

"What happened to Call's leg?" I asked Tamara as we walked to the bathroom.

Tamara hesitated. "The bones in his lower leg were completely shattered when he was a baby."

"How?" I asked, trying to imagine how painful that sounded.

Tamara shrugged. "He was just born like that."

We were about halfway to the bathroom when we heard a loud bang from the main room. We both ran back to see what had happened. A large dragon-like creature was in the middle of the room. Its skin glowed. It resembled fire.

The lights had gone out. The only light was from the fiery skin of the dragon. Everyone in the room was gathered against one wall, facing the dragon's back. Everyone except for two. Call and Aaron stood facing the creature's front. It was closing in on them. It was going to kill them.

I stared at them. I was hyperventilating. I tried not to scream. Or cry. Or anything else that would bring its attention to me.

I saw Tamara running towards Call and Aaron.

Aaron held up his hand and gestured for her to stop. She did as he told her and backed up against the wall with the other teenagers, pulling me on the wall with her.

I watched Call and Aaron. They were straining to do something. They both held out their hands, as if they thought that would stop it. They were sweating. I couldn't tell if it was because of the fire or because they were straining so hard. Then I saw it. As the fiery creature crept closer to them, the dim light shone on their hands. They weren't just holding them out. There was something coming out of them. It was black. Blacker than black. It started to swallow the dragon-creature up as it howled in pain. Then it all disappeared. Call and Aaron sat slumped over on the ground, panting.

I stared at them, my eyes wide and my mouth open. I looked over at Tamara. She was no longer standing next to me. I looked around. She had gone to see if Call and Aaron were all right. I walked over to the three of them.

"What's going on?" I asked. "What was that thing? Where did it go?"

Tamara sighed. "This is going to take a long time to explain."