I couldn't help it, I had to write more. I'm so glad you guys didn't think the last chapter was bad, because truth be told I wrote that at like two in the morning and I was kind of running on a few hours of sleep. So yay! This might also not be very good, because right now I'm watching Jackass and it's being very distracting… but oh so funny.

SoRinnegan: Yup, he's a good person…most of the time. :)

Arianne 888: Thanks, and this chapter is the answer to your question. Be happy, I'm staying up uber late on a school night when I have super important tests to do the next morning just I can update to you guys… lucky people..

Kurozaki: I don't think he does… Yo, Vixxy! Do you like huggles? *Vix hisses in the background*… I'm guessing that's a no… Oh well, HUGS FOR VIXXY!

Disclaimer: For the love of god these things are annoying when you have to repeat yourself! I OWN NOTHING!

Small and quiet sniffles filled the tiny and dark closet, engulfing the small five year old in a strange comfort as he sobbed quietly to himself. His foster parents were arguing again, he could hear both of their voices getting louder and more insults being tossed back and forth as more and more colorful language was being added in. The strong smell of cigarettes floated upstairs to where the boy's room was. Being in the closet lessened it so he wouldn't nearly choke on the smoke and it served as a sort of safe haven from the chaos downstairs.

Devlin Levin had never liked it when people yelled, whether it was directed toward him or not. To him, yelling meant he had done something wrong or someone was angry with him. Yelling usually brought tears and tears brought on pain which came in many different forms. He was usually left with dark bruises and several cuts. He knew those would heal in a matter of time, but his heart was shattered. Even at a young age he knew broken hearts took a very long time to heal, sometimes they wouldn't heal at all.

He heard glass being shattered, most likely from being thrown against the wall. The boy couldn't help but flinch at the sound and scoot his small body deeper into the closet, wrapping his small, bruised-covered arms around his knees and burry his face into them to continue his quiet sobs. As the voices got louder, he shut his large, dark blue eyes and covered his ears with his small hands in a feeble attempt to shut out the voices from downstairs. Wishing it would all just go away and wanting to be somewhere where people were nice to each other and him, the young Levin child continued to let the tears fall.

'Hey, what's with the tears, kid?'

Eyes snapping open, Devlin looked around the closet, his heart racing with slight fear. He knew nobody was in there, who would be? He sniffled and rubbed his tear filled eyes and in a quiet and a little scared voice he said, "Who're you…?"

'I'm not going to hurt you, alright? I just want to talk. I know you do too.'

"Why should I believe you…?"

'Good question kid. The real question is do you trust me?'

"Who are you…?"

'I'm what you would call…a friend. Someone to talk to when you get lonely or at times like these when you need someone.'

"Do you have a name?" Devlin sniffed and wiped his cheeks off, becoming more relaxed as he talked on.

'My name is Vix…'

"Do you know who I am?"

'Yes.'

As the night went on, Devlin quietly talked to Vix for a few more hours and sure enough the arguing and fighting slowly died down. Around one A.M Devlin finally started to get tired and yawned, his eyes shutting slowly but he'd force them back open.

'Go to sleep, it's kind of late anyways.'

"Are you leaving?" the small child's voice had sadness laced all over it.

'No, I'm not leaving. I'll be here and don't worry about those monsters downstairs, if they come upstairs I'll wake you up."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Vix…"

(What a lovely line, no?)

'How did I forget about you though?" Devlin asked as he settled himself to a more comfortable position on his bed. Vix was telling him how they first met, since Devlin still had questions as to why he couldn't remember ever having Vix with him other than now.

'Remember that one foster family you went to? The dad's name was… um… Shane! That's it…' Vix said, recalling that Shane was the reason Devlin didn't remember him.

'Didn't he put me in the hospital? And then after that I went to a new home?' Devlin recalled waking up and not exactly remembering what had happened to him.

'Yes. You see, you came home late one night, and that was my fault because I convinced you to stay after school for tutoring, anyways… Shane got mad at you and so he, you know,-'

"Yeah I get it. Go on."

'Anyways, he kind of threw you down the stairs and you sort of fell kind of hard. You hit your head on the landing and got a pretty bad concussion. The doctors said that it made you lose a few memories and that included me. That was when you were nine.'

"So then why didn't you talk to me until now?"

'I won't lie, I was pretty bummed out that you couldn't remember me. I just shut myself off from you and let myself wallow in misery. Then you found Kenny and became friends with him, and… I got jealous.'

"Jealous? For what?"

'I was your best friend, ever since you were five and then that overly tanned and way too spoiled brat comes along and tries to take my place? Oh, hell no…' Vix's voice turned bitter and angry, obviously indicating he still didn't like Kenny that much and not bothering to try and hide it. He sighed and went on, his voice changing to a softer, more guilt-filled tone. 'I guess I just got so angry and jealous that I forgot I was hurting you. I let my anger get in the way and it took over me. I'm sorry… I hold bad grudges…'

'It's ok, Vix. I get it, you just don't want to share my friendship with anyone else. You do know that you can't just be my only friend, right?'

Vix grumbled and reluctantly replied with a grumbled 'yes'. 'I know I sound possessive, but it feels like your trying to get rid of me…' he added.

'You know I wouldn't. You'll always be my first friend. No one can replace that.' Devlin almost laughed at what he had just said. It was surprising how close he and Vix had gotten over just a few weeks. It was a little weird and he was still getting used to the fact that Vix wouldn't randomly threaten him or make his scars bleed. If Vix could smile, he would've been at that moment. There was a slight pause as Devlin's IPod changed to a new song and filled the room through the giant surround sound speakers that he'd gotten at Christmas. The first few measures of an acoustic guitar filled the room with a slow-ish and sad feel to it before the singer began.

'Hey Vix?' Devlin asked after a few more moments of silence between the two was beginning to bug him.

'Hm?'

'What exactly are you? I mean, I know you can't just be something I thought up randomly.'

'I knew you'd ask this sooner or later…' Vix stayed silent for a moment as he tried to think of the right words to say. 'It's kind of hard to put into words…' Devlin waited patiently anyways.

'Have you ever wondered where nightmares or bad luck or phobias or things like that ever come from? Or have you ever thought about how sometimes angels aren't so angelic sometimes?'

'I'm going to be honest with you, no I haven't…'

'Sometimes angels get a little messed up. Instead of being full of light, they come from the darkness that comes from other people's thoughts, emotions, or dreams. That's why there are angles of darkness, but sometimes those angels get even more caught up in the dark and all the bad things that happen in the world. These are what you would call demons, they're a more evolved version of a dark angel. Completely made of darkness and anything foul and vile in the world. Demons like to seclude themselves and wonder around by themselves, making peoples' live hell. That's what I am, a demon except now I doubt it.'

'What do you mean?' Devlin asked and shifted to a more comfortable position on his bed.

'A true demon wouldn't forget its purpose and wouldn't become friends with a 'victim'. So this is what they meant by defective…' Vix mused to himself and his voice trailed off like he was thinking of something else.

'Defective? What do you mean?'

'It's nothing really. I've been told I wasn't like the other demons numerous times. They said I was a defect. I was actually capable of feeling, had emotions. Demons are only supposed to be empty shells of evil who take pleasure of hurting and destroying. I was never like that, I knew when enough was enough, when the victim had had enough and I'd just leave and go on. Obviously no one thought my actions were very demonic.'

'Does that bug you? That you're different from the rest?'

'Nah, I gave up on caring about they said a long time ago.'

'How old are you?'

'What? That has nothing to do with this at all…'

'I know, but I'm just curious.'

Vix laughed a little. '1,726. I'm still considered a child in Demon years.'

Both human and demon laughed, their vices being covered by a guitar solo that engulfed the entire room in the middle of the night.

So this was more of a filler/informational kind of chapter in the story. I just had to clear some things up, especially what Vix is. That idea came to me while watching a mixed marathon of Danny Phantom and Invader Zim. Don't ask…

R&R please!

~Ash