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I leaned back onto my dresser and just looked at the letter on the floor. What the actual Hell? I mentally screamed. I turned and snatched the box off the dresser and flipped it open. Red light spilled out from the box, and inside laying on a cloud of black smoke was what was described in the letter. What the…? I thought confusedly. I picked up the medium sized object and twirled it around in my hand, as it was about the size of it. I thought back to the letter and picked it off of the ground, scanning through it once more;

Cynder Sidera Kaideth,

Greetings, Cynder. Do not be alarmed to find this note waiting for you. Everything will make sense soon. We have been watching you, even before you've came into the WAmmy House. Ever since your father left, we've kept a close eye on you, observing you, making sure no harm came to you. We are the ones that notified Quillish Wammy of your place of residence, and sent Donovan and Devon to explain some things to you already; however, we are unsure if they have contacted you yet. Our finest blacksmiths have left you a gift of which I am sure you have already seen. Inside is a small weapon of our design… of which, you will be needing within the near future. Devon and Donovan shall provide you with all that you need, so no need to worry. And… do try not to mingle in mundane affairs; it'll make your life much easier.

Happy hunting-

Consul Ivan

I looked back to the dagger and admired the fine craftsmanship of the weapon. The handle had a small protruding blade at the base of it, which curved outwards away from the user. The handle itself was carved and designed into that of a reaper, so that the blade at the base was the blade to the scythe. At the feet of the reaper, it budded out into two separate parts, so that the actual main blade jutted out of the middle of the parts. The split part ended in spikes and had vines that swirled up into an eye in the center with a red iris that seemed to gleam. The blade itself divided into two, one side being longer than the other, with Greek writing engraved onto it. I'd have to get Devon or Donovan to translate it for me.

But what the hell did he mean by 'happy hunting'? I pondered for a little while before I hid my letter and dagger in the drawer of my dresser and decided to go find them. Making sure that my things were well hidden, I walked out of the room and shut the door behind me quietly. Since it was nighttime, I was technically supposed to be sleeping, as is the entire house. I just hoped they were awake. I stalked down the hall and stopped for a moment when I realized… I had no idea where I was going. I stood still for a second and thought of how to find them. I stood there for a few minutes and suddenly recalled when L said that he had everyone's room and room number memorized.

I grinned from ear to ear, L!. My grin soon turned into a frown though, when I realized I didn't know where to find L at. I groaned, I guess I'll have to wait until dawn… I thought, annoyed. As it turns out my curiosity won't be sated. I turned around to head back to my room, but saw a shadow moving at the end of the hall. I jumped backwards and stared straight at the figure. "Hey!" I called out softly. The silhouette looked like a male's. With all of the things happening within these past few hours, my heart started racing. You are not a pansy, Cynder! Get your act together! You're a half-demon for crying out loud, nothing should scare you, you've seen it all! I mentally scolded. I huffed a deep breath and marched over to the unknown character, ready to give them a piece of my mind. The figure then launched for me, and I let out a little yelp, but was quickly cut off when a hand was clamped over my mouth.

I struggled and kicked but couldn't seem to break free. My eyes finally adjusted and I realized the aggressor was actually none other than BB. I rolled my eyes and groaned under his hand. He laughed quietly and said, "Well, seems like I gave you quite the scare, didn't I?" I only narrowed my eyes at him, and he grinned evilly, "Heh, seems like I am in control of you now. I rather like this." He used his free hand and cupped my cheek, "You know… I didn't quite appreciate what you started earlier." He paused and chuckled, "Or should I say, what you didn't finish."

I bit his hand and he pulled it back with a surprised yelp. "What the hell do you want, B?" I snarled.

He growled and let go of me, holding his bitten hand, "Was the biting necessary?"

"Considering you weren't gonna let me go, yes it was." I snapped back. "Now. What do you want?"

He stepped forward and lowered his voice to a whisper, "Well, Cy," Not quite trusting where he was going with this, I stepped backwards some, attempting to put distance between us, "I came to get an answer from you. What exactly are you?" He said slowly, walking towards me as he did so.

Eventually, my back hit the wall and I just watched him, wondering what he was going to do. I crossed my arms and sighed, "You really want to know, B?". He just stared at me with confusion, "Well then you can know. You're right, I'm not human."

BB grinned so wide I thought his face might split, he walked closer and placed both arms on the wall on either side of me and lowered his face down to my ear, "I knew you weren't human. Now tell me, what are you?" He traced his finger up and down my arm, triggering cold chills to erupt throughout my body.

I looked up at him and ran my fingernails lightly down his torso, "I'm…" I breathed out softly, inching my face closer to his, "a…" A low, guttural sound arose from his chest, and I grinned, pausing and just stared at him.

He looked right back at me, and growled softly, lightly gripping my arm, "A what?"

My smile grew at his frustration and I locked my hands around his neck, pulling him closer, so that our bodies were touching, "A…"

He paused for a second and waited. But I never gave an answer. He seized hold of my waist quite hard and snarled, "A what? What are you, Cynder!"

I snickered and whispered, "A unicorn."

The moment I finished my sentence, an apprehensive voice from the end of the hall rang out, "Hello?"

I immediately quieted down and BB whispered, "Don't. Move." And plastered his self against me, "We're in the shadows of the hall. If we don't move, he won't see us."

"Why do you care if you get caught, or me, for that matter?" I snapped.

"I don't quite care about you getting caught, but if you do get caught you'd snitch on me, and this house is a bitch to clean. Now shut up." He snapped.

I couldn't argue with his logic there, so I nodded and peeked over his shoulder down the hall. "Hello! I know you're there! You're up past curfew!" The man called out. It sounded like Rodger, I snarled at the thought. He started to walk down the hall towards us. I heard BB's breath hitch slightly, and he pushed forward onto me again, so I was completely plastered onto the wall. I practically lost my breath as he squished me on the wall. I glared at him as he just smirked at me. I opened my mouth to say something but he clamped his hand over my mouth, halting any words that would have filled the air.

I looked up over his shoulder again and observed Rodger as he drew every closer. My breath got snared in my throat, and I'm sure BB could practically feel my heart beating. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, just waiting, listening. Rodger couldn't of been more than ten feet away when a loud 'BANG' sounded from down the hall on the other side of the house. My eyes snapped open as I jumped and bit my lip from making any sort of noise. I could see Rodger turn and look in the way of the sound, then back towards our general direction. I heard him mutter, "Damn kids." And then take off running down the hall moments later.

Once we were sure he was a good length away, BB stepped back and I inhaled deeply. "What was that?" I asked, exasperated.

"I was actually going to ask you," He said, looking almost as startled as I felt. Almost.

"It's hard to believe that no one has woken up from that!" I said, equally as confused as I was alarmed.

"It's hard to believe that you actually listened to me," BB pointed out, smirking. "Which only means that you actually enjoyed yourself right then. Just like you did this morning. Or was it yesterday? I have no idea what time it is."

I scoffed, "Don't flatter yourself, B. I was only making sure neither of our asses ended up cleaning the house." Smirking, I added, "And besides, you seemed to be enjoying yourself just as much. You know, pushing yourself against me as much as you were."

His face reddened slightly, "I was trying to keep us from being found out!"

"Then it seems we were at an agreement, then." I said grinning.

He frowned a little, then gave his signature smirk, "Just admit that you're attracted to me. It's evident you are."

I blanched, "Are you still on this topic?" and face palmed. I peeked at him between my fingers, only to find him smirking at me. I sarcastically replied, "As soon as you admit you're attracted to me."

He shrugged, smirking, "Maybe I am." I stared at him, wide-eyed for a second as shock and disbelief took over my entire body, keeping me from being able to reply. He stepped closer and rested his forehead against mine, "Now tell me, Cynder. Look straight into my eyes and tell me you don't feel at least a little something in there-" He stopped for a second and tapped the area over my heart with his index finger, "whenever we have our interactions." He laughed, "And don't forget, you're talking with the second smartest in this entire house."

A sudden realization hit me and I gasped and stepped back away from him again, "You're L's successor, aren't you?"

He shrugged, grinning. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."

I stood, shocked as the revelation hit me. I was standing in front of L's successor… and I was going against what the letter told me specifically not to do. "And… do try not to mingle in mundane affairs; it'll make your life much easier." By the way Devon, Donovan and this Consul Ivan guy was making it sound, I don't need the extra hassle come soon. I was unmoving as I attempted to process everything. BB never moved either, and I decided to just go before I got too far deep into our "game".

"I… I need to go." I stammered, and started off down the hall.

BB grabbed my arm and pulled me against him chuckling, saying, "Aw, don't tell me you're intimidated by me now. Just when our little game was getting fun."

"BB. Seriously. Let go." I glared up at him.

Much to my surprise he let go and held up his hands, looking smug. "Just know that we will continue playing later." He winked at me, and I turn and ran down the hall, back to my room.

Once I reached my room, I jumped in and locked the door behind me. I leaned my back against the door and slowly slid down until I was crouched down on the floor. I thought it strange that he gave in so quickly, but I wasn't arguing. After several silent minutes, I sauntered back over to my dresser and pulled open the drawer, unsheathing the dagger from its hiding spot. I need to see if I can get a holster for this tomorrow, or later. I thought as I held the dagger tightly. I just wonder what's in store for me. Sighing, I concealed the dagger within my clothes in its box once more, along with the letter and clambered into bed.

Although, sleep never came to me. I tossed and turned, but my mind was filled with thoughts of this past day, what's to come and BB. Especially BB. I don't know how much time passed but when I sat up, it was morning time again. I sighed, feeling tired as crap. I opened my dresser drawers and pulled out a pair of jeans and an off the shoulder band T-shirt. Putting them on, I tossed my old clothes in the corner of the room and let my hair down out of its hold. My hair fell back into its normal place and I glanced at myself in the mirror. I looked somewhat pale, and had slight bags under my eyes. Sighing, I grabbed my favorite pairs of earrings and placed them in both holes of my ears, along with situating my cross necklace and bracelets. I walked out of the room and down the stairs into the main hall where the dining table was. Few kids where sitting there, and thankfully, BB wasn't one of them. I sat at one of the free corners of the table and started scooping food onto my plate, eating quietly. I kept my head down and wondered if I'd see anyone I knew, not that I knew many. Once I finished eating I leaned back in my chair and stretched, grabbing for the liter of tea and pouring myself a cup. The table filled up some, but still more than half were gone. As I sipped my tea, I watched as kids of all ages took up places at the massively lengthy table.

After fifteen minutes or so, and a whole liter of tea later, Devon and Donovan stepped through the archway and into the dining hall. I stared at Devon while sipping my last cup of tea, and as if he knew I was, he looked up and directly at me. I waved him over and patted the chair next to me. He elbowed Donovan and pointed in my direction, saying something inaudible. Donovan glared my way and Devon started walking to me.

"Hey, Cy." Devon greeted, sitting next to me, Donovan next to him. "You don't look as…" He moved his hands around, searching for the right word.

I looked on with amusement and curiosity and decided to help him out, "Bitchy?"

He started opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, "Well, um… N-no, more like…"

I sat down my cup and laughed, "No, no. I was kind of a bitch yesterday. I tend to… get a little moody when I'm frustrated."

Donovan scoffed from beside Devon, "Well. Then you must always be frustrated."

To my surprise, Devon spoke up and said, "Well, Donovan, sometimes you don't help the matter either. Antagonizing her on and such."

Donovan kept quiet and started piling his plate with food, as did Devon. I looked up and around again, the table was only filled halfway. "Where is everyone?" I asked inquisitively.

"Since today's Sunday, it's our free day. Monday through Friday is our scheduled days where we are put on a strict schedule time until about five. Saturday, we can do pretty much anything, as long as we all come to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner together here." Devon clarified.

"Why are we required to eat together?" I questioned.

Donovan spoke up this time, "Because they think it will help the residents of the house to "bond"." Putting air quotes above 'bond'.

I made a fake gasping sound and put a hand over my chest, "I do think that's the most polite thing you've ever said." Donovan scowled at me and I gave a light chuckle in response. I gasped suddenly when I remembered, "Devon!" I said grabbing his arm. "I need to talk to you and Donovan privately." He looked confused for a second but then nodded. "Like, now."

"Then let's go then." Donovan announced while getting up.

I started to get up too, until I spotted a certain 'someone' stalking by. "Shit," I breathed out. I frantically thought for a place to hide and launched myself underneath the table. I peered up over the edge, making the "shush" motion to Devon and Donovan.

A sudden, pronounced laugh from behind me made me yelp and turn around, smacking my head on the table in the progress. I cursed underneath my breath and locked eyes with none other than BB himself. "Somebody's been jumpy lately, haven't we, Cy?" He then added in a low voice, "You know you can't hide from me," He sighed dramatically, "When will you ever learn?" Leering at me, BB winked and walked off.

"Damn him to hell and back," I cursed him over and over again, getting up from under the table, with Devon's help. I looked around at the kids just staring blankly at me. "Ugh. Let's just go." The three of us quickly walked back to my room, where I locked the door behind us. I closed the curtains and flicked on the light along with the fan. I pointed towards my bed and the chair and commanded them to sit. While they sat I pulled out the box and letter. I strode across the room, and sat Indian style next to Devon on the bed, facing the both of them. I set the box aside and opened the letter, "Okay, so yesterday while I was… Exploring the house, I found this box and letter sitting in the attic area with my name on them. After a too-close encounter, I took these back to my room, where I hid them in a special place of my design. But before I could read the letter and unveil the surprise in the box, you two came in. You of course know what happened afterwards, and after you guys left I was finally able to sedate my interest. After a much unexpected revelation, you two were mentioned specifically." I took a deep breath and began to read the letter out to the both of them.

Once I reached the end I looked up and them, and they we're staring at one another, then they looked back at me and Devon nodded. "Yes, Consul Ivan is our "leader" of sorts. Before you arrived, Ivan contacted us to be on a look out for another one of us. He said you'd be easy to spot and to get to you quickly." Gesturing to Donovan, he continued, "We ended up splitting up, speaking to many of the newest additions, and, he was quite right. Once I spoke to you, you we're the obviously who we were looking for. You possessed the determination, and had the fire in your eyes when we were talking about BB. Now," he started chuckling, "I don't know what happened to you making his life a living hell as you said you were. It seems pretty equal between the two of you to me." I blushed a little bit and rubbed the back of my neck as Donovan looked between us with interest. Devon continued, "I also happened to know that you lied to me about your past."

"Oh, heh, you know about that?" I laughed nervously.

"Yeah. But it's fine. Not all of us come from such a brutal past such as you, but the majority of us didn't have glorious lives, either." I nodded and briefly wondered if he told me the truth about his past. I also fleetingly wondered how they got here.

"And the box?" Donovan cut in.

I passed the letter to Devon, who placed it on the bedside table. Grabbing the box, I opened it once more, the familiar red light bathing my room. I grabbed hold of the handle of the dagger and pulled it out, the black smoke spilling out of the box and dissipating in the air. I heard a gasp of admiration from Donovan and grinned, passing it over to him. "I actually wanted to ask you guys if you could translate the words on the two blades," I said, looking between the two.

Donovan passed Devon the blade, "He's the Greek expert. I never paid much attention in our language class."

Devon gave a low snigger, "That is true. Just give me a second," I watched him as he attempted to decipher the words. I could almost see the gears turning in his mind. "The first word, 'ἀποτρόπαιον', or apotropaion in English, means something that adverts evil. As for the second one," He paused and thought, "'θάνατος' or thanatos is Greek for permanent death." He passed me back the dagger, "A fine weapon and strong words, no doubt crafted by Yigor. This is a robust weapon, Cy. We will teach you how to use it properly, along with training,"

I held up my hands, "Okay, hold on. This all sounds great and all, but what the hell are "we", exactly?"

Devon and Donovan sighed and looked at one another. "I don't…" Devon started.

I held up a hand to stop him, "Don't even say it. I get it. "It's not time yet" and all that jazz."

Devon smiled sadly and Donovan grinned, "Finally! She gets something!"

"But," I started, "Answer me this; why can I be given a letter that explains some things and a weapon of freaking mass destruction, if It's not time yet for me to be told this stuff that's pretty damn important!?" My voice rose slightly, and I could feel my annoyance start to fester once more.

Donovan exhaled, "It's all up to Ivan what we can and can't tell you, and we've been told not to reveal anything aside from what we've already said."

I blow out a small huff of air, "Of course not. You know, secrets are frustrating. Especially when they involve you." I glared.

Devon intervened between us by adding, "Ivan has his reasons for doing the things he does. I mean, he is leader of the council for a reason, you know."

I sighed, "Yeah, yeah. I guess you're right. But when can I see your weapons?" I asked with a grin. "I would ask what our weapons are for, but I can almost bet you won't tell me, will you."

They both shook their heads, and Devon replied to my question, "Actually, we can right now if you want. We would just have to quickly get you there, we're technically not even supposed to be in here. Those of the opposite sex aren't allowed in one's "private chambers"."

I nodded, "Let's go, then!" mimicking Donovan from earlier.

The three of us stood up, and Donovan and Devon headed for the door. I quickly stuffed the dagger in my pants, being careful so I don't get injured. Stuffing the letter in my dresser, I headed for the door. They exited first, since I had no idea where I was going. I followed them up two more flights of stairs and down a hallway, taking all sorts of twists and turns along the way. Everything was going smoothly until we heard a catcall from down the hall. I tensed, thinking it was BB, but let out a breath of relief when I seen it was just some guy and two of his friends.

"Gettin' some tonight, yeah? A little fun for the three of you?" He called out mockingly. His two friends whistled and hooted beside him, edging him on, "Hey, I'll tell ya wha'! I'll give ya fifteen Euros if ya let me watch! Maybe sixty if I can get in on it!" I made a disgusted face as he commenced to pelvic thrusting the air, with his friends still giving him encouragement. I felt my anger rise again at being talked to like some common whore. I clenched my fists and my side and attempted to stay behind Devon and Donovan. "Aw, what's wrong little pussy cat? Are you getting mad? It only makes you sexier." He said, leering in my direction.

I lost my cool after that. I pushed by Devon and held my hand clenched into a tight fist at my side, "Now listen hear you intolerable pig, when I get through with you-!" I started roaring.

"Whoa-ha-ha!" Devon interfered quickly, "Let's save all the violence for later, yes?" He tried to reason quickly, while grabbing my arm.

"Let go!" I shouted, trying to push him back, "This second rate excuse of a parentless bastard here needs to understand that I am NOT someone's plaything!" Devon's eyes widened momentarily, and I assumed that my eyes started flashing red.

He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the shameless guy from across the way shouting back, "Well, it certainly doesn't seem that way when you're with that psychotic BB guy!" His little posse cheered and high-fived one another.

That did it. I made a noise a little too inhuman like and sprang forward with my hands extended outwards like claws. The kid barely had time to react when I had him on the ground and started punching him. I could vaguely feel four pairs of hands try to pry me off of him, but paid no mind to them. White hot anger spilled out of me. Pent up anger from these past frustrations, confusions and unwanted interactions. My vision was blurry and I felt completely winded. Eventually, I was pulled off of the guy and dragged down the hall and into a room, only loosely hearing groans of pain behind us. I was placed on a bed and heard arguing from my left, but was too tired to pay it any mind. Not wanting my questions to go unanswered, I sat up, groggy. Only then did I feel a burning sensation on my leg. I hissed and pulled my forgotten about dagger from my pants and placed it on my bed. Sure enough, I had a rather large-sized cut on my thigh. I really need a holster. I thought with slight remorse. Devon and Donovan turned my way, and immediately, Donovan started marching towards me, shouting incoherent things. I looked back and forth between the two while Devon was attempting to hold Donovan back.

I thought back for a second about what just happened and realized that I was in some deep shit.

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DUN DUN DUUUUN.

S looses her cool to a raunchy boy. How lovely. :D

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