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Soz it took long for this to come out but I was working with another ficcy

Chapter Two: Another Elsewherean?

Consciousness hit Jonas; he stirred slightly and groaned weakly at his stiff body.

"Oh good! He's waking up," he could hear his mother say, "Jonas?"

"Ma?" he opened his eyes but closed them at the impact of light.

"It's mother."

"Whatever," he tried opening his eyes, they seemed so sensitive against the light that it was giving him a headache, he closed his eyes again. "Where am I?"

"In bed," she laughed lightly.

"You got us both worried," father finally spoke rather gravely.

"Really?" he tried to open his eyes but the sharp pain in his head returned.

"Yes, we'd have to search for another Receiver of Memories," he laughed a little but Jonas didn't find it funny, it just gave him the hard truth that his parents didn't care if he died. If only they'd stop taking their pills.

"Can you guys leave me alone?" memories of last night came back in his head, "I need to sleep."

"It's-"

"Sure, rest well," mother stopped father. They walked out of his room and turned off the light, he could hear his mother apologizing to father for interrupting clearly.

He opened his eyes again, it was late afternoon the sunlight didn't seem as strong as it was with the light turned on.

Jonas sat up and looked over himself. Barely nothing changed, except that his skin was a bit lighter that usual. There was the sound of wires snapping. He looked at the speakers on the wall, it was smashed, bits of pieces were dropping on the floor.

"Man, I thought they'd never leave."

The blond gasped then sighed. "Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me," he looked over at Brenda who made herself visible and was sitting on his desk, shining a bright red apple before taking a bite in it while putting some sort of gun in her pocket.

"How're ya feelin'?" she asked through her stuffed mouth.

"Same," he shrugged, "that's right, isn't it?"

"Mhm," she nodded and swallowed before taking another bite from the apple, "'ere," she dug through her pockets and finally took out a number of things.

"What are they?" Jonas got out of bed and walked to his friend.

"These," she held up a small container with liquid inside along with gray colored contact lenses, "are contact lenses, they're sort of like sunglasses it'll protect you from the sunlight better than any other ordinary sunglasses."

"Oh," he took the jar and studied it, "these don't hurt do they?"

"Nope. Now these, you already know what they are," she grinned and giving him a small sphere like jar, it was filled with small red hard candies in the shape of roses. "It'll always refill itself when it gets empty."

"Cool, I love these...why are you giving it to me though?"

"You have to eat them every full moon or else you have to resort to killing."

"You mean these are blood flavored!?"

"Yup," she bit into her apple again, "yummy...anyway, you have to take one every full moon, remember that."

"Ugh! Fine, and that?" he frowned looking at the tiny black sphere with white markings that seemed to be the vamperic language.

"Swallow it and you can control yourself to become invisible."

"Whoa awesome!" he tried to keep his voice low or else his parents would hear. "So, this is what everyone who's been turned has to take?"

"Only the ones who are turned, yeah, but those born into it don't, god this apple's good!"

"Apple freak."

"Thank you."

Jonas smiled and popped the small sphere in his mouth, swallowing it and making a face. It tasted like plastic but once it dissolved down his esophagus it was like he was swallowing medicine.

"Yuck...gross...ew."

"I'd better get going before they catch me," sighed Brenda, dumping the cork of the apple in the trash bin.

"You're leaving?"

"Yeah, don't make the puppy eyes!" she joked when her friend did so, "aw come on! I can't risk getting caught here."

"Ok fine...how do you turn invisible?" he crossed his arms.

"Tap your feet three times and say 'there's no place like home' in every tap!"

"What? Seriously, woman!"

Brenda calmed down from her laughter quite quickly. "No you just have to say Lecradar," she turned invisible.

"Then how do I become visible?"

"Hold your breath for ten seconds."

"Really?" he blinked.

"Yeah," ten seconds passed as Brenda held her breath an became visible again, "you are one sad boy, you've been to Elsewhere for three years and now you're asking me how to do this and that?"

"Yeah, that bitchy Chief Elder gave me a shot or something, I only remember half of the stuff from Elsewhere."

"Oh...wow what a bitch...but I still need to go. When you find your mate hurry immediately to Elsewhere and find Agatha. She should know what else to do, I was just playing messenger...and turner I guess," She smiled sheepishly and gave her friend a hug, "I'll try and talk to you as soon as possible."

"Where are you gonna go?"

"I'm just gonna hop around communities for a bit, so they won't catch me. Alex must be worried about me," she paused to think about her own mate, "anyway, bye," she kissed his cheek said 'Lecradar' and became invisible. Jonas watched as the window opened and then closed a few seconds later.

"Great," he muttered sitting back down on his bed. "Lets see, an old friend...there's Benjamin, Asher, Fiona, and I guess Pierre...fuck, how the hell am I supposed to know who's my mate?"

-

"Asher?" his mother knocked on the bathroom door, worry etched on her face, "is everything alright?"

Said boy glared at the door. He was sitting on the floor against the wall. Before him were scattered pills, in his anger he had thrown everything he could get his hands on, the bathroom basically looked like it was hit by a tornado.

He didn't know why he was angry, just that he had a sudden hunger for something and it wasn't satisfied. Asher was afraid for himself, and for anything that would stand in his way.

"Asher please open the door."

"I can't!" he yelled finally, "I don't want to!"

"Why not?" she tried the handle on the door again but it was still locked. "Asher!"

"Go away!" he picked up a bar of soap and threw it at the door. There was a pause, Asher thought she left but he could feel her presence on the other side of the door.

"Does this have to do with...that angel thing?"

He froze, glare gone. 'How did she know?' the question echoed in his head. He stood up slowly, walked across the bathroom, careful not to trip on the pills, and unlocked the door.

She gasped when she saw him. "Oh Asher," she breathed out, stepping inside the bathroom and locking the door. "You look...different..."

"What?" he took a step back confusingly but turned to the mirror that was broken on the bottom corner where he hit it with a toothbrush.

He didn't recognize his reflection very quickly. Asher was in too much anger to bother looking back in the mirror. But he changed during the hours.

His brown hair seemed a little untamed, there was a small glow in his skin. His brown eyes seemed to have faintly changed to hazel. Everything about his physical appearance seemed more purer than any human, he barely had muscles but now they were toned, or at least felt toned, he lifted his shirt and checked himself, they WERE toned.

"Whoa..." he whispered looking back at his reflection; he seemed more innocent than usual and a lot less angry.

"I guess it's time," his mother tried to keep herself under control.

"How did you know about this...thing?" he studied his face in the reflection.

"The Chief Elder told me after the ceremonies when I first got you. She said that there was something different about you, about angels...but that was what the old Chief Elder said, he was released just a few years ago."

"Oh," he frowned lightly, "I only understood a little bit through dreams."

"How much do you know?"

"I'm able to see colors."

"Colors?" she looked at him, confused at the word.

"It's different shades and stuff, never mind. I'm also supposed to find a mate."

"Do you know who it is?"

"Yeah," he gave her an odd look, surprised she said 'it' instead of 'she'. "It's Jonas."

"Oh," she blushed lightly much to Asher's amusement, "well then, we'll have to keep this a secret, if anyone finds out they'll probably release you."

"Release me!? But I didn't-"

"There's new laws, Asher," she said impatiently, "they very strictly outlaw anyone who has uh...sexual relations with someone else especially of the same gender...well...other than the birthmothers..."

"What!? Are they insane!?" fury once again bubbled inside him, "I thought coming into my heritage would be terrible but now this new law!? How dare they? I'll go over and rip their heads off, tear their organs, play jump rope with their intestines-"

"Asher calm down!" his mother paled, a bit sick at his ranting, "sit and calm down now! I have a plan."

Asher stumbled and sat on the toilet, trying as hard as he could to calm down. His emotions seemed to be unstable though his changes. He looked up at the older woman. "What plan?" he said weakly.

"I know this may sound strange, but I was switched. I was raised in Elsewhere then brought here when I was eleven."

Sorry if that was a cliffy and if the chappy kinda sucked but I have bigger plans for future chapters, hopefully they'll be longer. I'll try and sneak in some action on the third chapter! Review please!