(Kayden POV)

I've been sitting in my car for at least ten minutes now, waiting for a certain purple-haired girl to explode out of her doorway in a flourish of colour and land dramatically in the seat beside me before desperately trying to finish her calculus homework. With a frustrated sigh, I pound my fist on the steering wheel as it lets out a low honk. If she wants me to drive with the speed limit, she better get out here fast.

Finally the door flies open and she shoots our, still shrugging on her winter coat and pull on a hat. I notice another figure being dragged behind her how I soon recognize as that boy from the hospital. What was his name… ah yes, Sebastian. He can't nearly be old enough to be in our school…

"Hey Captain!" she grins, landing beside me and slamming the door behind her. I wait for the seatbelts to be done up before switching the vehicle into gear and driving off down the street. "How's life?"

I roll my eyes, looking in the rear-view mirror at the boy. "Why is there another person in this car?"

"Sebby's gonna be in first year for a bit. Mom's to busy with her grieving and dad has work so I'm stuck with him." She pulls off her hat as I start to drive, sinking into the seat as if she's lived here her whole life. "Do you like my hair?"

I peel my eyes off the road, taking in her new appearance. I didn't notice before, but now her hair reaches choppily to her shoulders, shortening around her eyes and brightening their florescent blue tone. The most noticeable difference would have to be the colour. What once was a rich purple mixed with electric blue is now pure white and almost hurts to look at.

I smile. Every time something big happens in her life, she changes something. When her brother died last year, she started dying her hair purple, as if to rid the death off peoples' minds and instead replace it with worry for her sanity. Now with Katie being… gone, she's reverted to the colour it was when we were children. A white so pure you wonder if she's even human.

"It's perfect," I smile. "But there's something missing… go into my book bag and take out a ponytail-thing. It'll look even better."

She pulls up her hair and my smile grows bigger. She must notice, because her own smile grows even larger. The rest of the drive is silent except for Bell's pen putting the finishing touches on her homework.

"Time's up." I pull into my parking spot and peer at her paper. "Are you done?"

"Nope." She growls, shoving it into her satchel and looking up. Her gaze freezes and her whole body appears to tense. "Who's that?"

I look around and see a man leaning against the side of the school. His black hair covers his eyes, but I can tell he's a teacher because he's taller than the students and he's wearing a clean black suit. It looks good, suiting his slender form as the trench coat reaches down and brushes the sidewalk. The coat cover a white shirt unbuttoned at the top and a black vest. Jeans cover his legs, also black as a raven's feathers.

"I bet he's Mr. Hyde's replacement." I say, opening my door. She's so skittish sometimes. "Let's get Sebby to the office so we don't have to explain why we're late."

"My name isn't Sebby." The boy frowns, standing behind me with his arms crossed over his small chest. "It's Sebastian."

"Hey, nicknames don't choose themselves." I smile ruffling his hair. "Come on Sebby."

Bell rolls her eyes and I follow her up to the building. As we slowly make our way to the entrance the new teacher glares at us with eyes so brown they appear to burn red. I stop and give him a stare down when a high-pitched screech echoes off the walls, pounding into my eardrums.

I turn and to my horror witness a crowd of cheerleaders rushing towards little Sebastian. I look to Bell to find her face an exact replica of my own, mirroring my thoughts perfectly.

"OMG! This little baby is so cute!" one says. I don't know which one she is because they all look the same, so I call them all Ashley, Jessica or Candy. It really doesn't matter, they don't care.

"Get off him you whores!" Bell yells as though she a mother hippo protecting her baby from hungry lionesses, shoving her through the herd to rescue the boy. They push her back.

I look to the teacher. "Hey, you're the new teacher here, right?"

"Yes." His voice isn't like I imagined it to be, barely cruel or stern at all. Instead it's soft like silk, gliding across my ears and lulling me into a softer reality.

I point to the cheerleaders in their feeding frenzy. "I'm afraid those girls are harassing a younger student."

He sighs and pries himself from the wall, moving forward. In a quick movement he leans down close to one of the girls, probably a Candy, and whispers something. She jumps back, mumbling apologies. The others stop as she leaves, looking at each other as if they're confirming that a pig just flew above them on wings of a swan. With a shrug, they join the girl in harassing a jock.

"T-thank you." Sebastian stutters and looks up at the man with a shy smile. "It's my first day here, I have absolutely no clue what's going on."

(Isabel POV)

I watch the new teacher smile back. His face was so emotionless before, and yet now he smiles? What a pedophile…

I shrug off my jacket, draping it over my satchel even though it's so cold even those skinny little cheerleaders couldn't wear their miniskirts. I walk over to Sebastian and lightly tap his shoulder.

He turns around and I greet him with a smile.

"Are you two done?" I ask, glancing at my plain watch. "Because you've got to get to class in somewhere around ten minutes, and we don't even know your class yet!"

"I can take him to the office." The teacher speaks out instantly. One look at this guy and I recognize the long limbs and black hair, not to mention his eyes are the same colour as my sister's… the same colour as the last thing she saw.

"He's my responsibility, Mr. Who-ever-you-are." I growl, pushing the boy behind me.

He chuckles lightly. To a normal person it would sound delicious, like a lullaby to their ears. To me, I can't stand it. "I'm Mr. Michaelis, and let me at least walk you there. I have to find out my classroom also."

"Captain," I announce, turning to Kayden. "Save me a seat."

He salutes and marches into our first class, which we happen to have together. I grab Sebby's arm and pull him to the office. After a many long strides, we reach the frosted glass doors of the office. I push open the door and am greeted with a familiar sight. Inside a girl with long wavy black hair in a ponytail stands talking to the secretary. She turns around and glares at me with hard green eyes behind tinted glasses that rest on the bridge of her nose, one slip away from falling off.

"Bell?" she asks, peeking over her glasses.

"Hey Eb." I smile and she greets me with one just as kind. Not everyone gets this treatment from her, and I must say; I'm glad I'm on her good side.

"Love the hair! Who you got there?" she peeks around at the boy behind me like a bird looking for its next meal. I drop his arm unconsciously, gazing at his dark blue eyes.

"I'm Sebastian." He says with a small wave. His voice is quiet, as though he's nervous. "And you are?"

She reaches out her hand and the boy takes it. I watch his voice contort as she vigorously shakes it in her firm grip, unaware of his discomfort. "Ebony Jodi Blanchard, reporter for SHS Newspaper. Can I do a story on the new boy with no last name?"

I sigh, tapping my friend on the shoulder. "His last name is Nightling."

"You adopted?" she asks, pulling a notepad and pen from her satchel. Once again, that hungry look clouds her eyes. "Why?"

"Eb." I growl and she slips her things away with a drawn out sigh. "He has amnesia so we're looking after him until he's adopted or claimed."

"If you could let me past, Ms. Nightling." I hear a voice that is beginning to saw through my nerves already. I step aside and let the teacher through, glaring at him. I know he can tell, even if his back is turned. I've been told my glare feels like flames slowly burning through someone's skin.

"Mr. Michaelis, you are in class eight." The secretary nods and the man walks off, flashing a smirk in my direction. She turns to us. "Ebony, could you please show Mr. Nightling to room seventeen?"

"Of course Madam Hernandez." Ebony bows grandly and walks out with Sebastian in tow.

I wait for her to skip completely out of view, flashing a smile to Sebby as he mouths help me.

I race out of the office, sliding through the door to my first class and slipping into my seat faster than I've ever done before. Just as I'm regaining my breath, Mr. Vannoy stalks into the room, his grey hair slicked back from his wrinkled old face. He scowls at me, as though my fast heartbeat is that easy to hear.

He turns his dull vulture-like eyes away from me and begins to draw out a long and boring history lesson. I swear, I could fall asleep any moment now.

When the lunch bell finally rings, I drag myself down to the office to find my special friend. Eb is always waiting in the office, often getting special permission to wait for students to get suspended or to just utterly screw up so she can write a story on it.

I push open the frosted doors and sigh when I see dark blue eyes sitting at the "Questioning Table," which is technically the staff room coffee table that my friend coffee table, widening with each question that leaves the pale lips across from them.

"Eb, Sebby!" I call and their gazes turn to me. "Captain and I are off to lunch, if you wish to join us."

"Don't call me Captain!" Kayden exclaims behind me as he materializes behind me.

"Nicknames don't choose themselves." Sebby smirks and I slap him across the back with a grin that must be contagious, as everyone begins to laugh.

"Get out or be quiet." The secretary growls. And we instantly run from the room, seeing who can get to the cafeteria the fastest.

After loading up trays with incredibly healthy food that we probably won't eat, I decide it's time to show Sebby the reason why our humble town is called Smalllake. Along the way, Kayden happily trying to punch Sebastian while Ebony reads through her notepad, crossing out lines of chicken scratch and drawing stars beside stories she likes. As Kayden succeeds in shoving the other male across the hallway, he also succeeds at sending the boy flying right into me. oh how I hate testosterone.

"Ow." I wince, rubbing my head as I sit up. "You sure pack a punch kid."

"Bell?" Kayden asks; eyes suddenly wide. Ebony stares at me before furiously scribbling at her notepad.

I look beside me and see a glint of bronze shining under the lights buzzing above me. I feel my heart rate accelerate at the sight of the intricately shaped metal. It never just shows up like this, unless in the presence of a demon…

"Ms. Nightling?" the voice of an all too familiar teacher says from behind me. I can tell he's smirking without looking around. "Is that your weapon?"

"Uh, no," I grit my teeth, closing my eyes and resisting the erg to pick up the blade and swing it across his neck. I honestly don't know why he ticks me off so much, besides the fact that I'm pretty sure he killed my sister. "I think the custodian dropped it, better go question him."

"Ms. Nightling." He sternly grabs my shoulder and I look up into his eyes. They remind me so much of hers, only not so dull and lifeless.

I sigh, brushing the imaginary dust off my clothes before picking up the blade. I feel it begin to hum in my hands, and I know it's glowing. I just pray that the light that filters in above me makes it invisible. "Alright, so it's mine. I see no reason not to have something to protect myself."

I can see the smirk in his red eyes now. Stupid demon. If only my friends weren't there, gaping at me as though I'm some kind of freak at a zoo I could take him out in one blow. As he lets go of my shoulder, I look at Sebastian. They say that sometimes demons can smell their own kind from kilometers away. I wonder if that's why the boy looks so at ease around this monster.

With that final thought I race past Mr. Michaelis to the exit. I feel him chase after me, the blade humming louder with every step he takes. I don't take the path through the forest like a normal delinquent would. No, I run out into the street, in plain view of anyone working or shopping or anything. Stay in sight. Stay in sight. Stay in sight.

(Sebastian POV)

Stupid girl. Of course she realizes that I can't attack her right now, not in the open. But she doesn't realize that I wasn't following her to kill her like any other demon would. No, I'm curious.

It's as though she can sense my movements. I've never seen one of her kind with that ability, not to mention the self control she must have.

Her kind, with their cold blue eyes and their silver-blonde hair would rip apart a demon that came anywhere close to them. Yet she has managed to live with a demon that has revealed itself to her. I'm sure her parents wouldn't have hesitated to kill my master but she pities him. It's strange, something I've never seen before.

She looks at me, once again sensing my presence. She casts a steely glare my way before racing off down the street. Strange. Normally her eyes should have changed to silver by now, but they stay the same cold blue. This girl puzzles me.

I come to a decision. I will let them live a while longer, and try to figure this girl out. I've never seen one like her before, it might be worth it to test her.

Here is the most recent installment of the re-written version. I've been writing this in between writing the scripts for my beloved cosplay videos, and I've fallen in love with this plot all over again! I'll probably be done the revisions soon! Yay! Then I can write the new chapter!

I'm not sure if those who are following this story get messages that I've re-uploaded a chapter or not… It doesn't really matter anyway.

I was suppose to remind everyone that I don't plan on making this a story filled with the deliciousness of yaoi, no matter how much I love it. I don't plan on making any romance, and if I do, I'm sorry for kind of lying to you!

See you at some point in time!