With lots of bloody love,
Cynder"

I folded up the letter I wrote and knelt on one knee on the ground. I placed a hand to the ground and closed my eyes. I willed the ground to open and then, I felt the ground shake and rumble. I opened my eyes and gazed at the gash in the ground. Steam arose from the hole, making the room about ten degrees hotter, and cast an eerie red glow. I stood, and smiled at the sight of the damned being held in shackles and moaning in pain from their charred bodies. But, there was one in particular I waved to.

"Hey, John!" I shouted. Even charred, and mutilated, he still had that same evil look about him. John was is an old friend of mine, back when I was still a baby. He died after a sour night at a pub… that was the night he learned not to 'play around' with the pub owner's girlfriend.

He looked up at me and waved, "What's up, Cynder? It's been over a hundred years since I've seen you last! Literally!" He yelled back.

"A hundred and seventy-two to be exact, but who's counting?" He laughed and was rushed forward by a blob of blue and red fire.

A winged creature made its way towards me, so I stepped back. The second I did so, a black figure shot up from the pit, extending its midnight black smoky wings to full length, the mist from the wings replacing the red in my room to a black. It stretched out a boney hand, patiently waiting. The messenger was wearing a black and red robe that was longer then it was, it's face was covered by the shadow of its hood, and was only a few feet tall.

I turned around and snatched the folded piece of paper off the desk and handed it to it. The reaper-messenger ran its scythe over the letter, and almost immediately, letters were burned into the side of it; Ezreal Kaideth, My father's name and, '7th circle', Where he supposedly resides. After the words cooled from a bright red to black, it tucked its wings in and dive-bombed its way out of my room. Soon after, the hole closed. I looked out of my window and seen a lone oak tree in the middle of the yard. Me being especially keen on nighttime activities, I allowed my wings to grow out slightly and floated through the wall. Once I touched ground, I put them away and made my way, to the tree and sat Indian-style, leaning back against the tree, with my eyes closed.

"You're the new orphan, yes?" A whispering voice asked.

I jumped and snapped my eyes open, 'Shit. There's somebody out here?' I thought, 'I hope he didn't see anything. No, no, he couldn't of, could he? If he did, I'm screwed. Should I just get rid of his right here, and now so he can't expose my secret? No, that would be foolish, they would be able to tell I did it. I mean, less than a week after the new girl arrives and somebody's already dead, they know something's different about me, I can tell, so they'd just tie it back to me.' I was in a battle in my mind between my human side, and inner demon, literally. 'I guess I'll just have to see how this all works out.' I sighed and said, "Why? Who the hell wants to know?"

"Someone you'll strive to become. I, am L." He answered. I still hadn't looked at him, so now I thought would be a good time.

To my astonishment, he looked exactly like BB. They only way to tell them apart was their eyes; BB's are red-ish gray, and L's are a solid gray, and the clothes; BB wears long-sleeved black shirts with baggy jeans and no shoes, this guy wore long-sleeved white shirts with baggy jeans and no shoes.

"You're not related to BB, are you?" I asked staring at him.

He shook his head, "Back-up? No. He merely strives to be my copy,"

"I take it you're not a fan of him, huh?"

"That's more the other way around." He stared at the patch of dying grass in front of him, "He spends his free time attempting to scare the other residences of the household. He also fancies pranks." He then brought his thumb up to his mouth and nibbled on his thumbnail.

'Sounds like my kind of guy,' I smirked to myself.

I heard faint footsteps coming to our right, and looked over towards the house to see BB walking our way, "Speak of the devil" I muttered to myself.

He stood in front of us, looking down between me and L. He slowly lowered himself so that he was crouching in front of me. I glanced at his hands resting on his legs and noticed something gleaming between his fingers. I looked over to L, who was just staring at us. I turned to face BB and almost smacked my head into his, he was leaning over on hands and knees, and had his face right in mine, "Wanna play a game?" He asked in a low voice, it almost sounded like a purr.

I shook my head, "If this is the kind of game where you spike my drink, then leave my body naked for rapists and perverts…. I'll pass."

"Hmm… that doesn't sound like a bad idea, actually…" He said, then he brought his right hand up to my throat, then I realized what it was he had, a knife. "… But no. This game is where I see how much I can make you scream."

I chuckled and shook my head, "No, sorry. I'm stronger then I look, and I don't get intimate with people I just met, maybe later." I winked.

His grin quickly disappeared and he moved closer, I could feel the knife slowly digging into my neck, "That's not what I meant." He then mumbled something under his breath, it sounded something like, 'Pervert'. Warm blood trickled down my neck, and then I realized the pressure on my neck was gone, so was his knife. He sat back and examined the knife and then brought it up to his mouth and licked it clean.

'He has got to be one of us!' I thought, I put two fingers on the cut and brought up my new blood-stained fingers up to my face, I smirked and acted like I was going to lick my fingers, but at the last second I smeared it on BB's cheek.

Suddenly he lunged forward and placed both arms on the ground on either side of me and leaned his face down close to my ear, "Don't tease me," his voiced lowered tremendously, "I don't like being teased,".

I felt like my face was on fire, but I attempted to keep my cool, "Y-you're not scary," I cleared my throat and quickly added, "all though, I bet this is gonna scar." I lightly touched the healing wound on my neck as he smirked, "But it's not as bad as this one," I stretched out my leg and rolled up my pants leg to show them a scar that ran down the back of my knee to my ankle.

"Abusive mother and step-father, correct?" L asked, sitting closer to me to examine my leg.

I nodded and shot him a confused glance, "Yeah. You knew that how?"

"Personal records. Before Wammy invited you to stay here, we made sure to find out just exactly who you are. However, somethings about you are missing, which I find quite interesting,". He explained and started chewing on his thumbnail with renewed vigor.

"What happened to your dad?" BB asked.

I stayed silent for a minute, formulating a believable lie in mind, "He was murdered,"

"But there was no body, no blood, only a report of a missing person," L chimed in.

My heart felt like it was going a million miles an hour. 'Does he know I'm bullshitting this? Was all of this in my records?' I stared at L, thinking over all of the possibilities in my mind before I settled with, "My mom had the body cremated as soon as the murderer left," I paused and feigned tears,"We... we were in the house at the time it happened. I was 11 at the time. Mom hid in the closet and I was under the bed. I... watched as the man stabbed my father multiple times in the chest. When it was all over we... we..." Attempting to add a little more emotion into my performance, I let sobs rack over my body. They were both silent for several minutes before L got impatient and demanded me to continue with my web of lies. 'Geez, does this guy have any sympathy? Or emotions, for that matter?' "We came out from hiding and almost immediately, my mother went to have him cremated because she didn't want to have to look at any remembrance of him. That included all of his belongings as well; photos, work, gifts, clothes... it was all burned. Astonishingly, there was no blood on the ground, as it all stayed on my dad."

"She remarried. What happened then?" L quizzed.

"Killed in a car accident." I replied quickly.

None of it was true of course, well, except for my father being murdered. Truth is, I got so fed up with the beatings I killed my mother and step-father. Slit my mom's throat, and tore my step-dad apart, literally.

They just stared at me, "What bad luck." BB said. "Now you're stuck with me." He grinned and traced the knife over his skin.

I noticed L shoot daggers at BB and clench his fist, "That's enough, B. Leave her alone."

BB stood and walked over to L, then crouched in front of him, "And what if I don't?"

I sensed where this was going, and wished I had popcorn. L's foot shot up and hit BB square in the jaw, "That's what."

BB fell backwards on his but and dropped the knife, and rubbed his jaw, "Y'know, that really hurt. But I'll make you hurt more." He growled. His eyes seemed to flash a bright red, but strangely enough, L didn't even seem to notice,

L stood, but only to be pulled back down by BB. I stared laughing so hard, I got tears in my eyes, BB was sprawled out beneath L, him on top, but there faces were right by each others' and their legs were tangled together. I coughed, "Gay." They immediately separated and flushed a dark red.

"That was most unwanted," I heard L mumble.

"It wasn't pleasurable for me either, princess." BB replied directly, holding his knife up.

"Alright, that's enough." I managed to get out, and stood, before laughing again. "Ya don't wanna get your boyfriend angry at you, BB, and besides, if you kill him, who are you gonna spend some 'quality time' with?" I said, wiggling my eyebrows, "But please, keep your 'interactions' with each other to a minimum when in public, nobody wants to see two guys getting freaky on a park bench. Well, except for those fan girls that are obsessed with 'Yaoi', but I have yet to come across any of those." I held my gut and started going into a fit of laughter again. I walked back towards the house, waving my hand in the air at the two without turning around.

I walked through the back door, and started up the stairs, when I heard soft moaning coming from one of the doors at the top of the stairs. I groaned and walked up the rest of the stairs and walked in front of the door that had the moaning person inside. I banged my fist on the door and said, "Quiet down, will you? No body wants to hear you moaning this late at night." The moaning stopped and I smiled and continued my trek back to my room.

Once there, I kicked off my shoes, locked my door, changed into some baggy sweat pants, and a shirt two-sizes two big, and jumped into my bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

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Wassup my beautiful readers? It's JAFS once more c: If you couldn't tell by my first chapter, I'm going back through this story to revise it into a way more accurate to my wants.

I went through my stats for the first time last night... and just... wow. I had over 1000+ views. Seeing this sparked a new vigor to revise this story and make it better for you guys. I truly am astonished.

I just want to say thank you to every single one of you. I couldn't of gotten that far without you.(:

~JAFS signing off