Reagan- Kaleb snores slightly, I feel his warm breath on my neck, and lucky that I have a hoodie on, or the rest of the plane could see the goose bumps that are clearly dominant of my arms. Damon sits wordlessly beside me, and I can feel his jealousy radiating off of him. I slowly slide my hand in his pale cold one. He turns his glittering blue eyes to mine, and I smile. Damon's beauty and kindness warms me, even though were both so cold…
Damon- These moments are so rare, when it's Reagan and I alone… I thumb her hand gently, and she sighs. "Damon, have I ever told you, how much you mean to me"? Reagan sighs. If I had a heart, it would literally stop. I turn my head to hers, and cradle her cheek with my free palm."Please do tell me, what I mean to you"… She closes her eyes; her dark lashes are shadows on her pale face. "Damon, you mean the world to me… You're a part of me, a part I can't forget. I need you with me, Damon. I guess it's possible that I may be falling in-". Her sweet declaration of love was interrupted by a figure falling in their laps.
Reagan- A boy with long brown hair in a ponytail and startling grey eyes falls on top of Damon and I, awakening me from a dream like trance. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry"! He says while staring at me. "It-It-It's fine, isn't It, Damon"? I ask. Damon's eyes turn stone cold black. "Whatever, just get off my lap"… The boy stands up. He appears to be human… "Hi, my name is Kevlin, Kevlin Reagan". "Don't you mean Kelvin"? Snaps Damon while he closes his eyes. "No, my name is actually Kev-lin". I stick out my hand, he takes it and shakes it "And what would your name be, Miss breathtaking"? He asks. I feel my cheeks warm. "Her name is Reagan West. Now, please go back to your seat, where you belong, please". Damon snarls, his grip on his chair arm tightens". "Oh yeah, sure, I should do that". He walks behind us, and sits down. "My seats right behind you, Reagan"! Kevlin says cheerfully. I can't help but be secretly delighted… I feel as If I know him from somewhere…
Kevlin- I stare at the back of her head. The vampire guardian is huffing up a storm while she tries to calm him. "Damon, relax please! It's not like anything is going to happen". "Reagan, I'm positive he knows what I am". "I highly doubt that. Now I just think your being paranoid"! She snaps. Reagan West doesn't realize how wrong she is. I know who they all are, the shape shifter, the vampire, the werewolf, and even the human. I especially know Reagan though, and what she is. I know that she's the un-aged witch child, or as my squad calls her, the genocidal snow witch. I am Will Knightcross, and I am a Night World slayer, I am the top of my agency, and I have been assigned to singlehandedly kill the Genocidal Snow witch, and stop the apocalypse from coming…
I suppose you're confused. After all, I said my name was Kevlin Reagan. Well, I lied. My name is Will Knightcross, top agent of N.W.E. Night World Exterminators. I have made it my vow to kill as many of those evil creatures as I can, starting with the big leagues, like Reagan in front of me. If she dies, well the night world goes kaplooey. They're covens will burn in chaos and destruction, that's what Father told me, and father is always correct…
I scratch my wig, God does it itch… I wish I could take it off now, but I'd blow my cover… I can't afford to do that! The colored contacts also make my eyes water. Without my disguise I have dark blue eyes and white blonde hair. I'm also devilishly handsome and modest… I will easily win over Reagan's heart, and kill her when she least expects it. Her cold blood will be spilled by my hands, and she will die. I would happily die as well, so long as it means completing the mission… I must stay on the mission, and complete it at all costs…