Day: 010 as the enemy

I was in a French private plane. A plane entirely run by human beings. Not the things that killed humans and used human bodies as shells, actual living, breathing, humans. For the first time in a long time I wasn't surrounded by Duke manipulated murderers.

The flight attendants treated me like royalty, every time I walked by them they bowed their heads and said, "Miss Kamelot." which actually bugged me quite a bit, but I managed to walk by without snapping their necks. I'd almost forgotten how boring planes run by humans were. All you did was sit and they would ask you what you wanted. I sprawled myself out on the extra padded, velvet bench like seats.

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"Sephiria." A voice like calm waves. An English accent. A dagger through my heart. "Hey Sephiria." A white haired boy, platinum blue eyes piercing in to mine like silver fire. His thumb traced the edge of my body and held me close to his chest. His body was warm and his hair smelled like soap. My hands traveled up is back and I felt the light smooth leather of his uniform. A tear streaked my face and dropped off of my chin. When he realized that I was crying he held me tighter and kissed my forehead, then my lips. Once our lips touched my brain shut down and tears poured down my cheeks. Allen's left hand ran through my hair. That deformed, dark and veiny hand that was the reason his birth parents abandoned him. To me it couldn't have ever looked and felt so perfect. I tried to remember the last time Allen had held me like this. Was it really that long ago?

"I'm sorry Sephiria I'll never leave you again." His words shocked me for a second.

"No! Allen, you didn't leave me! I left the Order on my own!" I protested. He seemed to ignore my words and continued on.

"I had to leave you. I'm sorry. I couldn't let anyone find out. Everyone thought I was dead, even you, and you suffered because of it. I'm sorry." None of his words made sense to me. Those were the exact same words I'd wanted to say to him so many times over while apologizing continuously. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

"Allen snap out of it!" All of a sudden he grabbed on to my arm with triple the strength I'd used on him.

"Sephiria, we have to go! We have to run away from here! Come on!"

"Allen stop it! You're scaring me!"

"We still have time to run! We'll run far away so that no one can find us!" Allen pulled a tugged on my arm so tightly that I thought it might fall off.

"Allen!" I screamed. He was pulling on the arm that had been stabbed and broken. Pain shot up my arm like a fire. He paid no attention to my pleading cries and dragged me along. What was happening? Allen would never do something like this. I was scared of the person I loved.

I heard my shoulder snap and I screamed out in pain, "Allen please stop!" once again my cries were ignored. I wanted the pain to stop, I wanted Allen to stop. "Stop!" I screamed one last time. The next thing I knew something wet had gotten all over my face. The liquid seemed somewhat familiar. I'd felt it on my face multiple times. Allen let go of my arm and his lifeless body fell to the ground. He laid flat on his stomach and his back looked as if something had exploded on him. Blood pooled in his deep wound and all came gushing out at once. He was dead, I was sure of it. Allen was dead, I was the reason. The first person I truly loved was dead because I couldn't keep my emotions in check. Because I wasn't paying attention and the 15th's powers slipped. I killed him, but it was an accident.

My breath caught in my throat and I swear my heart stopped beating. I wanted to scream, but I could barely move my mouth. I wanted to cry, but it was like my eyes had completely dried out. My brain kept ordering my body to move, but it completely disobeyed. All of a sudden Road appeared and Allen disappeared. This was fake. "Road, why would you-?"

"Make you dream something like this?" She finished for me. Sweat coated my face. I slowly regained control over my paralyzed body after being assured it was fake. I gave her a small nod.

"It was a warning. This time don't lose yourself. I don't wasn't to come and get you again. If you lose control again this could actually happen." A grin spread across her grey skinned face and her gold eyes burned in to mine. "And you wouldn't want that to happen to poor little Allen would you?" I flinched at her words. Of course Road would know about my feelings for Allen, she was a telepath after all. "I must say Sephiria, your feelings are a hindrance to mind. What would I do if Allen fell for you instead of me, huh Sephiria?"

"Allen would never fall for either of us. We're both Noah."

Road shot me a glance. "What about eye patch? If I killed him would you cry?" she was talking about Lavi. I glared at her. "The Bookman Jr. seems quite attached to you. When I read his mind all I could see was you. You have somewhat of an attachment to him as well, am I right?"

I nodded truthfully. There was no use in telling Road a lie anyways. "Surprised I still have attachments to exorcists? Disappointed with the fact that I'm so much weaker than I was before?"

She shrugged. "Not really. I don't actually blame you, Afterall exorcists have no control over their emotions. You lived like that for a year and that's way too much for a Noah to handle. Instead of blaming you I would blame the Black Order."

I almost laughed at how true her words were. Exorcists totally lost control when one of their comrades were injured. They would never be able to shrug it off like a Noah could. Back in the Luxembourg incident with Allen the Duke had murdered a whole group of finders with a level four demon. In that group was my finder, 14 year old Jayson Stadfeld. The Duke knew he was someone important to me so just to lure him out he killed him, as an exorcist I was hungry for revenge and went after the monster almost killing myself and Allen in the process. Exorcists entered battle with little strategy, that was their way of fighting. "I'll take your warning to consideration," I told Road. "Thanks."

She nodded and waved. "Goodbye Sephiria."

"Miss Kamelot, Miss Kamelot," a male flight attendant shook me awake. I wiped my eyes.

"Where am I?" I asked still groggy from sleep.

"We've arrived in Paris, Miss Kamelot," he bowed. "Yeah, thanks," I told him, not really knowing what I was supposed to say at times like these.

When I unboarded the plane I was greeted by a grinning Mr. and Mrs. Orcelit and a not so grinning Valence. She ran forward and hugged me like she'd known me all of my life and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Welcome to France Miss Sephiria Kamelot." She smiled sweetly. I wasn't in that good of a mood though.

"Good to be here Mrs. Orcelit," I forced a smile. Her attention turned to Valence.

"Come on boy, don't be shy come and greet her."

I heard a familiar scoff and Valence muttered something that I believe was in French under is breath. His shoulders slumped and his hands were in his jean pockets. He wore a flannel with a v-neck t-shirt and a beanie hat. "Yo," he said.

"Valence! Be more polite and formal when you greet her!" Mrs. Orcelit scolded. He shot her an extremely pissed off glare.

"Well obviously I'm not going to kiss her like you. She's not French. You just make her feel uncomfortable."

Mrs. Orcelit's face turned a bright red and her eyebrows bunched together. I looked at both Valence and his mother, he definitely hated her just as he had told me.

On the ride to the Orcelit mansion Mrs. Orcelit wouldn't stop talking. The prime minister had just gotten on the plane that I'd gotten off of because he had a meeting in Germany. "Sorry Gregory couldn't be with us, you understand don't you?" Mrs. Orcelit asked for about the hundredth time now.

"The only thing she doesn't understand is the reason why you keep repeating yourself, mother." He said with a razor sharp tongue. How right he was. Took the words right out of my mouth.

The rest of the ride to the mansion was completely awkward. It was silent but I could feel what seemed to be electric currents running through the who Orcelit's gazes. I was almost relieved when I got our of the limo and headed in to the mansion.

"Valence show Miss Kamelot around," Miss Orcelit said in a tense voice.

"I know, and stop calling her Kamelot. Just call her Sephiria," then he led me away. Once we were far enough away from his mom he groaned so loudly I jumped.

"V-Valence?" I laughed confused.

He looked at me with sad eyes. "What'd I tell you about my mother? She's-"

"Really strict," I finished for him. "She worries to much, and yeah, the way she acts so perfect is a little intimidating."

He straightened up and a smile unfolded on his lips, "so you agree with me. That's great." We continued to walk and he took my suitcase. After a little while he asked, "You want to meet Vincent?" Vincent, Valence's 11 year old brother that he absolutely loved to death. I shrugged.

"Why not?"

The Orcelit mansion was possibly bigger than the Kamelot's . we arrived at double doors and opened them. I a boy laid on a huge bed with earphones plugged in his ears and a music player blasting so loud I could hear it from across the room, which is pretty loud considering the music's playing in his ears and his room was huge. Valence walked to his younger brother and snatched the earphones from his ears. Vincent looked surprised. He had blonde hair, more blonde than Valence's, it was more like a pure gold color. He had green eyes and other than those minor differences he looked like a smaller version of Valence. He looked at Valence with a confused expression. "Hey, quel est le probleme?" Then Vincent spotted me at the door. "Qui est cette fille la-bas?"

I was completely and utterly confused. First of all, I knew no French. Second of all I knew NO French, and third of all I KNEW NO FREAKING FRENCH!

"That's Sephiria, prime minister Kamelot's new adopted daughter. Speak English, she doesn't understand you," Valence told him.

"I see," Vincent said in English. "I'm Vincent Orcelit, nice to meet you." It was almost amazing how fluent Vincent sounded in English. It sounded almost as good as Valence's English which was just about perfect.

"I'm Sephiria Liang, pleasure to meet you too," I couldn't help myself from smiling. He looked so much like Valence. He was who Valence would be if he hadn't gone rebellious. I had a feeling that I shouldn't judge him by his looks though.

"Hey Val," Vincent said. "She has an English accent, you told me she was American."

"She is, but she's been living in England." Valence replied.

Vincent studied me a little more and let out a sigh. "Thought you'd snagged yourself a hott American chick with an American accent, English accents are nothing special." He began to walk out the door. When he passed Valence he gave him a pat on the back. "Don't worry older bro, she's actually real pretty, just not hott." Then Vincent was gone.

My jaw almost dropped even though I had been expecting it. "He's exactly like you," I moaned.

"He is huh?" Valence scratched the back of his head looking much more proud than a usual older brother would look.

"And you were the one who taught him how to talk like than in English?"

"French too! How'd you know?" He laughed.

I turned to him and gave him a crooked smile, "how could I not?"

Valence led me to my room and left me there. The room was probably the size of my first floor in my old home in America. No matter how used to being rich I got I would never get over the size of this room. The floor was made of pure white marble which made me not want to stop on it with my shoes on. This whole mansion had a different air about it than the Kamelot's mansion. The air here was pure and felt safe, no matter how many problems the family had. On the contrary, the other mansion that I lived in seemed like there was something evil living in it. Maybe it was the demons that lived there. That was why no one was allowed over at the mansion.

I unsipped my bad and out flew Lux who seemed to be choking and gagging. I couldn't blame her though, I mean she had been sipped up in a bad for hours without air. "Hey girl," I said. After she returned to her normal non gagging self she perched on my shoulder. She marveled at the room and flew circles around it, then fell on to my bed. We both laid on the bed, except Lux was rolling around like crazy. "Allen would love this," I accidentally said aloud. Lux stopped moving and sat as frozen as stone. I felt something wet run down my cheeks and I quickly wiped the tears away. "Hey Lux I'm going to go clear my head, okay? My mind's a little fuzzy from the plane ride." I put up the window and jumped. Black wings unfolding behind me.

Name: Vincent Orcelit

Age: 11

Birth date: June 1st

Occupation: student; prime minister of France's son

Family: Valence Orcelit(brother/ cousin); Gregory Orcelit(father); Mother; Aunt(deceased); Uncle(deceased)

Ethnicity: French

Weapon: none