I did my best to train my gaze on my mother. I did not appreciate the fact that I had an audience in such a private matter. I could feel their gazes all heavy with judgment.

"Have you tried turning back yet?" Onyx asked, shattering the silence with his voice.

"Not as of yet, though I didn't turn willingly either so I thought it would be pointless to try," I mumbled, my gaze reluctantly resting on the watching yajuta. Their unmasked gazes gave away nothing, though somewhere in my mind I had the slightest inkling that I had posed some sort of amusement to them. That thought alone had a not so quite growling rumbling through my chest, my lips curling back from my teeth. I knew I had practically screamed out a challenge, but at the moment I didn't care. I was annoyed on how the situation had been blown out of proportion, how I hadn't been able to turn back, and how I was stuck in an annoyingly small room.

"Sarin calm yourself, we need to think this out rationally," my mother said pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers. I couldn't help but snort, but I knew she was right I needed to think as rationally as possible, getting upset would get me nowhere. I pressed my eyes closed and sucked in a breath, letting it out with a shudder. Warmth surrounded my body, a sense of weightlessness coming over me. I had forgotten how much turning hurts, and the twisting and shrinking of my bones was a vivid reminder of what I was. I clamped my jaws shut, refusing to let out the yell that was threatening to escape my lips, and moments later I was on my hands and knees, breathing labored and harsh, my hair falling over my shoulders veiling my eyes from all those around me. I don't know if it was the power that was entailed with my blood, but I was glad that I was fully clothed, stopping all the…discomfort that would have most likely followed.

My body ached and protested as I stood, my eyes narrowing at all those who where in the room with me. I hadn't even wanted my mother in there, when stuff like that happened to me I more often than none made an effort to keep it to myself. But right then, what I was put into the light for everyone to see. And with what little control I had left, I walked to the exit, not a soul daring to say a word to me as I strode past, a glare firmly plastered on my face. Too much of my life had been exposed to those I did not see as worthy. I knew I was being rude and a down right bitch, but this was my problem and no one else. And I sure as hell did not want any of the yajuta analyzing my life. It was bad enough I knew one of them thought he was better than me; I didn't need all of them thinking that.

I made my way back up the stairs and into my room where Zabber still slept, the occurrences down below not disturbing him from his slumber. I pushed his head over off my pillows before collapsing down on the bed next to him. His tail laced over my legs and his head rested on my back.

"What happened to you?" he questioned his curiosity evident.

"Control problems," I replied my voice leaving no room for any more questions. My eyes drifted close and I welcomed the sleep that followed.

LALALALA

I felt bad, really I did. Sarin was my best friend, and I was powerless to help her. Guilt laced its way through my heart, my inner voice reminding me on how she didn't really want anyone in there in the first place. My eyes shifted to her mother, who looked torn and somewhat battered at what had happened. Her brothers held looks of sympathy, for they all knew what it was like to turn against their will, all the demons in the room knew the feeling. Finally my gaze settled on the yajuta, who had started to converse amongst themselves in their language. I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at them. Did they see this as being funny?I questioned darkly, my mind giving me numerous answers. Sarin's mother had explained to me some of the things they did. Reasons why they hunted, what they hunted, and why they trained, and who they challenged. Did they see Sarin as someone to challenge after her transformation and after the blatant challenge that she had issued in her rage. I'm not going to lie, I thought highly of Sarin's abilities in battle. But I also remember her telling me that she truly didn't want to fight the yajuta unless she couldn't avoid it. Purebloods got the pleasure of entering tournaments to test strength and all that jazz. The rest of us didn't get to experience such things. A real pity really, but what is one to do when someone like me would get killed the moment I would step inside?

"I'm going to check on Sarin," I mumbled briskly walking past the group sending one last glare at the younger yajuta as I did so.

LALALALA

I felt like I just…I don't know how to describe it. Sarin, my only daughter, just practically…I heaved a sigh and rubbed my hand over my face. Had I honestly been neglecting my daughter's needs that much?I asked myself, noting that my mind didn't supply me with an answer. Perhaps what I had done really was a bad idea, and inviting the yajuta here was a mistake. I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my lips as I turned to my sons who looked at me as though waiting for directions on what to do. And in truth I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do. Sarin had been keeping herself cooped up in the house in order to please me. I had no idea that it really bothered her that badly. Let her have a day to herself, the house to herself. But something told me that that wasn't possible.

LALALALA

Someone knocking on my door roused me from my sleep and I had to suppress a growl.

"Come in," I called, shifting my legs so that they were not lying on the sharp tip of Zabber's tail. Dezi walked in, a look of…guilt on her face. I rested my head back on Zabber's, listening to his even breathing.

"Sarin I…" I held up a hand stopping her. I knew what she wanted to do, but I wasn't going to let her. She didn't need to apologize. I didn't want her to. She was my best friend, and didn't need to feel the guilt that I knew she felt. A yawn escaped my lips and I let my eyes fall close once again, my mind and body at peace with each other at the moment. My mind wandered back to what I had done down in the training room. I knew I had challenged the yajuta in my own twisted way, and I didn't know if they had caught the threat. I prayed they didn't, though deep down I knew my luck was way to shitty to grant me that wish. I hadn't lied when I said I would have liked to spar with one if not all of them, but I knew that doing such could be hazardous to my health. I didn't doubt what I was capable of, but like I said before, there is a line that you just don't cross. I laid there for about an hour before sighing and untangling myself from the spiny limbs of Zabber and standing. My stomach started to make it known that is was empty. I wasn't going to deny it. I stepped over Dezi, who's eyes where closed, an open book in her lap. I slipped out the door without a sound and wandered soundlessly down to the kitchen, whispering a silent prayer that it would be empty.

Much to my great pleasure the kitchen was empty and erily silent. A shiver wracked down my spine in such a way that it left me weak in my legs. I didn't know what it meant, but I couldn't help it as my eyes shifted around the empty room. But my eyes fell on nothingness, and even that didn't comfort me. I wished I could have seen through the yajuta's ability to disappear, but knew that it wasn't going to happen. Annoyed with myself at my paranoia, I pulled the refrigerator door open, searching through the shelves for something to eat. My eyes landed on nothing that my stomach craved for and I couldn't help but sigh. I slammed the door shut, not caring that it rocked back and hit the wall behind it. I refrained from yelling out curses like I wanted to and settled with suck in a shuddering breath through my nose.

"I'm getting to old for this shit," I round out, walking into the living room and collapsing on a couch with more grace than I though I had. I rested my head back on the arm rest and closed my eyes, trying hard to clear the spots that were forming. And that's when I heard it, the chittering growl that I had accustomed with the yajuta. I didn't want to open my eyes to see who it was. I already knew, his hostility as banging against my sense in a fury.

"What do you want?" I asked, not bothering or caring that I didn't hide the annoyance and the venom in my voice. I was waiting for some sort of smart ass remark but only got silence. Rolling my eyes behind closed lids, my eyes connecting with his crimson ones.

"What do you want?" I asked again, my mood still sour. His gaze gave away nothing as he watched me, and I found myself growing annoyed with all his staring. I was about to say something but he turned and left, leaving me highly confused. Was this how I was going to be treated for now one, like something on display? No, I wasn't going to have it. I was on my feet and following him before my mind could process what I was doing. My hand grabbed a hold of his shoulder and I found myself pinned to a wall, the glare he shot me promising pain. But I matched his glare with one of my own, though I highly doubted that it bothered him.

"I asked you a question," I snarled, digging my claws into his forearm when his hand tightened around my throat. His eyes narrowed at me and he remained silent. He dropped me to the floor turning to leave, but not before I kicked out at his legs knocking him to the ground. Stupid I know, but I wasn't thinking logically, I was thinking with my anger. I pinned him, looking down at him through narrowed eyes.

"What is your problem?" I demanded, not understanding why he was the only one that seemed to harbor some sort of hate towards me.

"What is it about me that bugs you so damn much that you actually make an effort to make my life hell? Why is it that you are the only one that has to make efforts to be somewhat polite pointless. Why do you hate me?" I practically screamed out the last question, not sure if I really wanted the answer. He gave me no answer, his red eyes hard with an emotion that I knew nothing of, and before I knew it I found myself airborne, my back solidly hitting the wall. My vision swimmed for a moment, and I was vaguely aware that he had risen and was standing over my form.

"Touch me again, and you will suffer," he growled before leaving me.

A/N: Like I promised here are my explanations. No lie the only pairing I see in my mind is Rejar& Sarin or Glyph(Strike)& Sarin. Now the first one was my friends choice initially, but when I explained to her why I saw Sarin with Glyph her mind quickly changed. One, I see Sarin with Glyph because there is just something about two people that "hate" each other that amuses me greatly. I see this as a good match because someone once told me hate is just a cover up for a more powerful feeling(s)

That don't want to be admitted. Yes I'm just that evil to do it, but I want to know what you guys think first. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed.