I rolled over on my bed, unable to sleep. Partly because I didn't want to sleep, because what would happen if the aurors kicked in the door and caught us? We'd be fucked! The other part was that Tierra wouldn't stop playing music. It's 2:30 am. Shouldn't the music at least be turned down? Her room is on the first floor, mine is on the thirteenth. I shouldn't be hearing the god damn music.

"SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE!"

"Yes. Masta?"

She fell out of my closet, flat on her face.

"One, why the hell, are you in my room?"

"Cuz the closet has numble-norks in it. They lull you to sleep by singing funeral music in your ears."

"O..kay…Second, why is your music so loud if you wanted to be lulled to sleep by the numble-norfs?"

"Oh, that's the Pizza Man's music. I'd never listen to that shiznit he's got playin."

I listened, and realized she was right. Tierra would never listen to such degrading things as Hannah Montana.

Okay, she would, but not in my presence. She would make sure I was out of the country, at least.

"Slave, turn him off. I don't want to listen to this crap."

"Kaykay Masta."

She came back up 5 minutes later, and dumped something on my bed.

"Whats this?"

"The radio."

"Why did you bring it up here?"

"Because I broke it."

"…I'm going to regret asking this, I can tell. How exactly did you break it?"

"Pizza man wouldn't turn off his music, so I hit him in the head with the radio, and his skull fractured because of its changing to the consistency of jell-o….and he kind of burst Gatorade all over the stereo. So…we need a new stereo."

"I was correct. I regret asking."

"You could fix it…..masta….."

"I TOLD YOU I AM BEING TRACED AND CANNOT PERFORM MAGIC AS LONG AS I AM BEING SEARCHED FOR BY AURORS FROM 10 DIFFERENT COUNTRIES! Why do you think I always go out in disguise, or send you to do stuff. No-one knows who you are, mainly because I created you. AND NO I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER!"

You see, I kind of got slave from an experiment. She has unicorn, dragon, and chicken blood. And sometimes you can see scales on her body, or she'll get all glow-y and shiny like unicorns. Her blood is silver and purple…and she can do some really freaky stuff. This includes spending the night in an orphanage every few weeks, for dietary necessities. She's a weird creature, to say the least. And when she was smaller, and looked like a kid, she was probably 2 years old, looked 9, I gave her a wand…..bad things happened. She blew up part of the ministry. I still have a scar.

"Go to sleep now, slave."

"Yes, Masta."

And she literally dropped to the ground, sleeping. This is why the entire house has 3 inch thick carpets, so she doesn't fall and hurt herself. Not that I care about that, but when she hurts herself, she will start hurting other things. Which includes my lab. So, we've made accommodations.

"Stupid blonde slave…" I mumbled, and rolled back over, covering my head with the covers.

"MORNING MASTER!" The annoying blonde jumped on my bed, and started poking me in the face. I punched her in the eye, but she didn't move. Shouldn't have given the damn thing dragon's blood.

"What is it, slave?"

"I'm out."

"Out?"

"Of ideas…."

"Meaning…."

"Master….if I run out of ideas, I get smart. If I get smart, I do things right. If I do things right, bad things happen. This is how we got caught the last time. I need ideas….."

"And where do you suggest we get some? The only place chock full of kids that we haven't hit up recently enough for it to have fresh thoughts is Hogwarts, and the ZydrateZone. And they only have imaginations because they're drugged."

"Fine. We're going to the ZydrateZone tonight. And I'll help you get enough Zydrate for your experiments before I eat."

"Good. Now, slave…"

"Yes?"

"GET THE FUCK OFF MY BED DAMN IT!"

I pulled the bright blue skirt over the green and black leggings, and then shoved my feet into the too-high high-heels. The stupid electric pink shirt had ruffles and sparkles all over it. She had even gone so far as to dye my hair white. WHITE.

And she got to go in all black, covered in black paint, and a black wig.

I was the distraction, she was incognito.

Damn…stupid…slave…

She is so dead after she eats.

"You're back, are you?"

I jumped, and whirled around to see GraveRobber's leather jacket again.

"Yes, I'm back? What's it to you?"

I blew out a puff of smoke in his eyes, but he didn't even blink, he just smirked at me.

"I thought you would have stayed away, after that attempted…."rape" last night."

"Nah. I'm to tough to wuss out after attempted rape. I broke his hand, what have I got to be afraid of."

"How should I know? It's your mind."

That shut me up.

"So, you here for some glow?"

He had unpacked his little leather case, and teenagers and knife-kickers were already lining up to get their share of his goods.

"Yeah. But I don't want to get it injected. I need 30 shots worth, in the bottles. I have cash." I pulled a thick wad of twenty-dollar bills out of my pocket, and waved it in his face. He just stared at me like I was crazy.

"That's over a five hundred dollars worth of Zydrate. Do you really have that much on you?" he laughed at me in a husky voice, already drug-gunning the twerps in line, after pocketing their cash.

"I have twice that."

I dumped $600 in his lap, and watched as he dropped it into one of his many pockets. Then, he handed me a wrapped up back, from which I heard glass clinking, and it glowed slightly. Finally, we can experiment.

Wait.

Tierra.

Where the hell is she?