Kassandra shoved the key into the lock on the door and opened it. Stepping inside she turned around, only to find her brown-haired apartment mate.
"You ready to embark on the journey of a lifetime?" she asked him as he passed though the door.
He just mumbled something and walked around the already decorated apartment, taking every little thing in. His fingers softly traced the carved lines of the cross that hung on the wall.
"Your room is on the right. It's the second door on the right. It's not decorated, I didn't know what you liked," Kassandra shrugged and walked to her room, leaving him with his thoughts.
The familiar smell of parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme greeted her bare room. She enjoyed the simplistic look of it. Behind the desk hung a crucifix and upon the table lay a worm Bible. Crossing the room she touched the cover lightly, afraid that the leather would crumbled under the gentle touch. "I love you Da," she whispered, although no a soul was in the room, save for herself. She let her soft voice echo though the room, what was left of her Irish lilt sounded foreign to her ears and she quickly hurried over to the small boom box that sat on the bottom self of her bookcase.
Soon the voices of Simon and Garfunkle filled the room with sound. She sat down on her quilt-covered bed and brought out a dog-eared copy of the King James Bible and turned to the story of Ruth and proceeded to read.
Sometime later Kassandra stood up and walked out of her room and into the kitchen to make something to eat. Making another sandwich she headed to her the boy's room.
"Hey Connor, you want a balonga sandwich?" she asked, entering his room after knocking.
"No tomatoes?" he looked at her instead of the blank wall he had been staring at before.
"No tomatoes," she promised. "You thinking about what you want to do?" Kassandra asked before she left the room to make the sandwich.
"Yeah, do you have anything to draw with?" he asked her once she returned with his food.
She nodded and returned with a pad of paper and some pencils. "Draw what you want to put on your walls--to you know--practice," she blushed a bit and ran back to her room--to her sanctuary.
The next few weeks were spent in relative silence. Connor, Kassandra's apartment mate, spent most of his time in his room. He usually drew or read and she couldn't have been happier. Summer was ending and something was going to happen.
"Connor," Kassandra knocked and walking into the boy's room. She was still amazed by all the color that lighted up the once bland room.
"Yeah?" Connor asked, looking up from the current book he was reading, Oliver Twist, and gave her a look.
"Sorry for interrupting you, but there's something called school that we're required by law to go to. And we sorta need to sign up for classes," Kassandra stumbled over the words, shy all of a sudden.
"Classes? What kind of classes?" Connor asked, defensive all of a sudden.
"Yeah, you go and learn. You'd like some of the English classes, and some of the art ones as well," Kassandra smiled and blushed.
"Oh, okay, Sign me up for whatever you think is good," Connor shrugged and went back to his book.
A week later the two teens walked to the new school. "You remember the story, right?" Kassandra whispered.
"Yeah," came the one word reply.
"You ready?" she pressed further.
"Yeah," he answered in the same fashion as before.
"Don't lie. You sound just like my father and brother when you do it. It's just a bit nasal," she gave him a soft smile and walked to the main entrance of the New Sunnydale High.
Connor stood there for a minute, debating to run off or follow Kassandra's example. He sighed and for once in his life decided to not follow his gut instincts. Walking into the building, he clutched his schedule and map in his hand, while his bag hung against his thigh, thumping it every time he took a step.
As he wandered the building thought the day he couldn't help but thing about what his father said to him, before he ordered him to get out. A small grin played upon his lips. "He loves me," he whispered and then yearned to leave the building that held him like a caged animal.
"Mr. James, could you please give me the answer to number five: 3(3x)=81?" the faceless math teacher asked.
Connor barely glanced at him before he answered; he was too busy thinking. Holtz, funny how he didn't think of his as his father anymore. And he wasn't Steven either; he was Connor. He deeply loved Holtz though, if it hadn't been for him he wouldn't have learned anything. Holtz had taught him reading, writing, some science and math, and of course vampire lore. He missed LA, but Connor wasn't wanted there, he had been dismissed, like a beaten dog, by the beaten dog.
He didn't even wait for Kassandra to walk out of school; Connor just tore off down the street and to the apartment complex. Sitting down at the computer that sat in the living room, Connor logged onto the Internet, just like Fred had taught him to. Sending the message he ran out of the living room and into his. Falling onto his own bed, Connor let the tears he had held back since he had come from the dimension he had grown up in to LA.
He heard Kassandra come home, but he didn't care. He just wept.
Kassandra walked down the hall and stopped at Connor's door. "Sleep Connor," she whispered. She then started singing Hush Little Baby. As she walked away, she heard snores coming from his room.
Okay, nothing too fancy and such not. Just to let you know, Kassandra, although a large player in this story, is not the main character. This also wont have a lot of action, since I'm not too good at doing it, although it has been put in, in later chapters. I'm already working on the third, so don't worry. Thanks for reading this and please review, I would really like to know what people think of my work.