Chapter 13

(Arubey's point of view)

I left Kyra alone for the rest of the night, maybe she'd remember what I did or maybe not. I didn't know and now did I want to know. Nick was waiting for me when I got back to the house. His arms were folded and he looked upset or just really pissed off, but doing one hell of a job covering it up. He glared at me as I entered the room and he motioned me over to him.

I went of course but said nothing, "What are you doing Arubey?"

I shrugged, "I think I know. I want her to be safe and happy- wasn't it you guys who kept pushing me towards her in he first place?" I rebutted and he scowled at me, "Nickolas!"

Nickolas shrugged, "I just figured you hated the girl now, I mean you do nothing but complain-."

"I complain because she's confusing, not because I hate her. Nickolas," I smiled. "I think I love-."

Nickolas growled loudly at me and I stepped back, "Don't say it."

"Don't you want me to be happy? I'm happiest with her and you know this Nickolas. Christopher and Hardy have accepted this already and I-."

"Hardy and the others are idiots. But, if you think you can love a human-."

"I already do love her Nickolas-. Did you hear that?" I asked quietly.

Nickolas didn't answer me craned our heads to look around us. I called down the others and they were led by Christopher. We surrounded the window and saw a small figure going past the Darkline house.

(Kyra's POV)

I sat up in my room after Arubey left; I heard it too. I didn't want it was or who they were, but I heard something outside. Eric and Lynn were with Duane and they were visiting my great grandparents. I jumped out of bed and dressed in sweat pants and grabbed a normal zip up sweat shirt with the word FIREFLY on it. I didn't know what that meant really but I wore it because it was a pretty green colour and green was Eric's favourite colour. I didn't know what to expect but I didn't want to be afraid and I wasn't, just worried that they'd come here when they weren't supposed to come and when their lives could be in danger.

I left my room, leaving the door open and I went upstairs and checked the door but it was locked and I went back downstairs and saw it was open. I held my hand over my mouth, I was sure that Arubey wouldn't have left that open. I gripped the railing and went across the wall to stand right up against the wall and moved towards Eric's room and moved swiftly into his room and checked around quick then closed the door and held my back against it.

The basement was my dungeon, my safe place and something was in it and disturbing my safety zone. I felt something in my house and I didn't the feel of it so close by. It wasn't Arubey or his brothers or even his cousins and it wasn't human either. It was something else and it was big and scary and deadly.

I left Eric's door and went over to the furnace room where we had some stored jars of preserves, tomatoes, peaches, and a few other variety fruit jars. I didn't open it, I just put my hand to the door but felt no differences. I stepped back and turned to go back to my room; I heard something and it caused me to hesitate but I went forward more quickly and I turned the corner and I cried out. A man I didn't know was waiting for me; he was younger looking and reminded me of my biological father which told me that this had to by my biological grandparents from my dad's side of the family. The people I've never met before. I wondered if they knew that Jared was being raised by his father's ex-wife and her husband.

He smiled at me and I fell backward and slipped so I was on my back, "hello." He smiled warmly and I kicked him in the shin, causing my own foot to hurt and he cried out but didn't cry like I hoped he would. I pushed myself up and raced past him to my grandparent's bedroom; he was following close behind me and as he entered their room, I hit him hard in the head with a tennis racquet.

He fell on his back this time and I stepped forward, "Get the hell out of my house."

He chuckled, "You'd say that to your own grandfather?"

"I have two already thanks- get out of my house." I repeated and he only stood up without even pushing himself up. He floated up to his feet and I stared and stepped back.

He smiled at me, "We're going to go find my grandson and then we are all going back to my house-."

"Screw you," I snapped and he hit me so hard I flew into the bathroom where I saw an open window. I'd done this before; climb onto the roof but he could fly or hover or something. I was immortal, I'd live if I fell… at least that was my general theory?

I got up as he came into the bathroom view of the doorway and made it out to the roof and pulled myself up. The roof was a complicated mess of triangle tops and shingles; the roof tops just had to be sixty degree slants and there was about ten of them just all over the place. I held out my arms and looked behind me, I turned to see my alarmingly young grandfather behind me; his arms out keeping his balance as well.

"Don't do this Kyra; I can help you control your demon side. No one else can and you know it."

"I've already accepted what I am," I said and stepped back. The roof still felt warm from today's sun beating down on it. I stepped back and I felt my heel go over the edge. I glanced back and saw it was indeed a long way down. I cringed and looked back at him; he held his hand in his pocket and smiled at me. I scowled instead, "Dad already came to see me; he tried to get to sign this-."

He nodded, "I did the same thing to him and it worked. He did his part and he left your mother; good boy I reckon yeh?" he laughed silently and I frowned and glared at him, "Your grandmother has waited long enough to meet you Kyra-." He gestured me to come to him, "Come to me and I'll take you home where we can be a family again. First we'll go find my grandson of course."

"Stay away the hell away from Jared- he's safer away from you and when he begins showing signs of some freak talent-."

"This is both your birthrights!" He hollered and came forward with his feet just an inch from the rooftop. I gasped and stepped again but I stopped. My feet hurt from the roof's black shingles giving off the day's heat.

"I'd rather not," I snapped. "I'll stay here-."

"For Duane and Lynn, your uncle?" he laughed, "Or for the boy?" he was a good guesser, "Honey I know you don't love him, you can't."

I glared at him, "You know nothing about me!" Arubey was home he had to be. So why he taking so long to get here to rescue me?

My grandfather smiled and came towards me, I wanted to jump, but I was afraid; he came over to me and grabbed me around the waist. "Stop struggling Kyra, you'll get us both hurt."

"Let me go!" I cried and he finally hit me across the face and I fell back away from the edge of the roof. I was stunned that I was slapped and I fell silent; my grandfather pushed me away from the edge of the roof and I stumbled until I gave up and just fell. I cried out when my palms scraped painfully along the shingles.

He came over to me and smiled down at me, I pushed myself up but he grabbed me again and we struggled. I heard Arubey yelling my name suddenly and it distracted me long enough for him to push me but I had better balance and I jumped forward and tackled him to the roof surface and he grunted. I hit him and it hurt; I saw movement ahead of me but didn't know who I was.

"Kyra! I can help you gain control of your demon half- trust me."

I was appalled he'd even suggest it again, "I'd rather die then go anywhere with you. Stay away from my brother," I growled and got my feet under him and kicked him off me. He fell backwards a few feet and I got up but he grabbed my legs and I fell again with a thud and the last thing I heard was Arubey yelling my name.

I'd fallen off the roof on the highest point right over the porch and the near two dozen feet to the ground. I left my left leg be pierced through and I cried out but I didn't feel anything after that….