(A/N: this chapter is kind of slow in comparison to the first one- its mostly an introductory sort of thing to introduce characters and such. The next chapter will be full of revelations, I promise you.)

It was another boring day of high school in Cheyenne, Wyoming for 15 year old sophomore, Onyx Black. Just like any other day, kids gave her dirty looks. Other seemed down right afraid of her. And why? Because the was the freak. That and she just looked scary. Her jet black hair was layered and fell to the middle of her back. She had it up in a high pony tail, with her bangs falling in her eyes and two small sections loose from the pony tail on either side of her face. Her eyes were a sparkling dark violet and made it hard to see what she was thinking or feeling, but at the same time it seemed like her eyes were constantly glinting and glistening. It gave a quite mesmerizing effect. Onyx had porcelain skin and donned a wardrobe of black with the occasional purple thrown in.

Today she was wearing a tight, corset like leather tank top, with a purple fishnet long-sleeved shirt beneath it. She also had on black skinny jeans and a black leather belt with a silver skull as a belt buckle. Her black leather combat boots came up to her knees and had buckles around them as well. Around her neck she wore a silver chain with a pentagram that had a skull in the center of it. Black bangles were around one wrist, and a leather wristband with a skull on it was on the other. Her nails were painted black and she wore heavy black eyeliner and mascara, with some dark eye shadow. All in all she looked very gothic or punk and it was no wonder that the kids at school thought that she was some sort of devil-worshipper. Although if one were to look past this, he or she would see that she is a beautiful, gorgeous girl with looks that every girl would(and should) be jealous of.

But the main reason that everyone was afraid of Onyx- including the teachers- were the stories of the strange incidents that had happened whenever she was angry at someone. In 1st grade, she'd gotten angry at the teacher when being punished and talked back. As the argument escalated, the teachers dress just spontaneously caught fire! A few years later, Onyx had argued with another girl and had told her to go jump off a cliff. That same day the girl disappeared only for her body to be found in the desert- it looked like she'd jumped off a nearby cliff. Just a year later, Onyx was heard complaining about someone and wishing that he'd just disappear. The boy seemed to have vanished into thin air as he was never found again. Similar instances happened and made people very, very afraid of her and left her friendless, an outcast in the cruel world of school.

That is, she remained friendless until her freshman year of high school.

"'Sup, Nyx," said a handsome, tall tanned teenage boy with brown eyes and dark brown almost black shaggy hair. He wore a baggy band T-shirt for Disturbed, with a long-sleeved black T-shirt underneath, baggy ripped jeans, a chain and black army boots. He sat down across from her at their lunch table, setting down his lunch.

Onyx rolled her eyes. "Brandon, I thought I told you not to call me that?"

Brandon Paytah smirked as he replied, "I'd think that you'd take that as a compliment. Nyx is the shadowy Goddess of Night from Greek Mythology. She is depicted in any appearances in mythology as a figure of power and exceptional beauty."

"Brandon?"

"Yeah?"

"Quit sucking up. Its not working."

"Damn."

Brandon was another outcast and a freak, though he was just a bit higher up on the social chain than Onyx and was popular with some girls for his looks. Brandon is of Native American descent and lived with his grandfather on a reserve in Oklahoma while his parents sorted out a messy divorce and decided who got custody of him. It was decided that he would live with his mother with visits to his father every other weekend. After traveling around for a while, his mother's job was transferred to Wyoming and he was enrolled in Grant High School.

Half-way through the year, he had already established his reputation as a rebel and a bit of a hot-head. He got on a serious disagreement with the history teacher over some events involving a tribe of Native Americans that Brandon came from. It didn't help that the teacher was teaching the subject in such a way that the Natives were the "barbarians" and the white men were the "poor peace-loving victims of controlling, beastly neighbors". Brandon began to swear at the teacher and the teacher used Brandon's anger as proof that his people were barbarians and probably still are and belonged on the reserve- that it was right for the Government to take their land and force them to move. That's when a student looked out the window and noticed a car on fire. It was their teachers car.

Even though there was no proof(or any way) that Brandon could have set fire to his teachers car, he was forever known as the freak pyromania-boy. Plus, it didn't help that his last name was a word that actually means "Fire".

Onyx had been in his class at the time and approached him about the incident. The two began talking- it seemed that both had interests in the supernatural, believing in "other forces". Not only that but they liked similar music and just overall things in common. And Brandon was the only one who really accepted Onyx. After the incident in 1st grade, her parents always gave her strange glances and they were constantly trying to dictate what she listened to, read, or wore- as if they thought she would actually try devil-worship or witch craft, or then she'd do something violent, turn criminal etc.

"So Onyx, did you get anyone to disappear today? Induce them to commit suicide? Set anyone on fire?" he asked teasingly.

"Hey I could ask you the same thing about that last one," Onyx smirked, eyes glinting having a teasing glint to them. They continued their teasing banter and complaints about teachers before the bell rang and they went on to their next classes. Luckily, they both had English together 8th period so just a couple hours later they could talk again.

They met again after school as they walked home to Brandon's house, just after English and Onyx was full of complaints about Lindsey- the preppy "pretty in pink" cheerleader that sat behind Brandon in the class and was practically all over him ever day.

"Seriously, Brandon, why do you let that little slut flirt with you? Tell her to shove off and leave you alone."

"Onyx, is not a slut."

"…you do know that she had an abortion in 8th grade, right? Tell me how its NOT sluttish if she gets knocked up by a guy when she's only 14? And I heard her telling her friends that it wasn't her first time either. Its been two years since then. Do you honestly think that she's flirting with you because she likes you?"

"Why else would she?"

"Brandon, you are so naïve. She just wants the sex."

"If that was it then she'd go get one of those jocks that'd sleep with any girl."

"True, but you're the untouchable one. The one guy in school that she thinks is hot who's still a virgin. Not only that but you're best friends with the demon-girl so no girl will go out with you out of fear of me. If she could get you in her pants then she'd be like…the school legend. The one thing that people want most is the one thing that people can't have."

"Do you enjoy putting me down all the time? Seriously- I can't get a girlfriend because of you."

Onyx shrugged. "That's what you get when you hang out with me."

"Yeah, whatever. So what are you going to do for your birthday?"

"Lock myself up in my room listening to the Queen of the Damned soundtrack from my stereo with the volume all the way up while I read Dance of the Assassins and attempt to avoid my family, especially my parents, at all costs."

"…That sounds so fun…But its your sweet 16! You should at least do something special."

"Like what. Throw a party? And invite my invisible friends? I don't think so. Its bad enough that my parents are acting more worried and paranoid than they usually are. The only good thing is that they're letting my Grandma Gwen coming to visit."

"Isn't that the one that your parents can't stand for some reason?"

"Yeah but she's totally cool. She usually shows up whenever I got really sick as kid and had all these homemade herbal remedy shit that actually worked. She's completely OK with what I dress and stuff- which is surprising since most old ladies start saying that I'm going to hell when they see me…"

Brandon merely blinked. "Were you dropped on your head a kid? Given illegal drugs? Anything?"

Onyx smirked. "Nope. I'm drug free- unlike the slut Lindsey."

"Why do you hate her so much?"

"Because she's the source of all the goddamn rumors! Not to mention she does everything she can to get me in trouble. Anytime I even got CLOSE to having a friend, she intervened and convinced them that I was a freak that was going to kill them or something!"

"…I do remember her saying something along those lines last year."

They walked up the steps to Brandon's front door and walked inside. No one else was home yet but they went up to Brandon's room to listen to some music. Onyx put on some Aerosmith and looked around Brandon's room. It was pretty much the same as usually, with posters of rock bands, CD's everywhere, a drum set and a guitar. There was also a weird black lamp on his bedside table.

"You know, you never did tell me what was up with that silly lamp."

Brandon made a slight face. "I'll uh, tell you soon. I promise."

"You always say that but you never do."

"I'll tell you the day after your 16th birthday, OK? But in return you HAVE to tell me a secret of yours."

Onyx mocked a sigh. "Fine." She thought for a moment before continuing. "What if I showed you a secret right now? Something I've hidden from my parents for fear that they'd send me to a mental institution."

"A lot of things that I already know could fit into that category." Despite his casual, off-hand manner, curiosity had already lit up his dark eyes.

Onyx raised a hand, the black lamp levitating up into the air. She swung her hand sending the lamp flying across the room.

"Gah!" Brandon dived after it, catching it and crashing to the floor. He stood and shook his head before checking the lamp and letting out a relieved sigh that it was unharmed. Then he turned towards Onyx with wide eyes. "What the fuck did you do?"

"Its something I discovered a while ago and I've been practicing it. I can move objects with my mind."

"You mean you have telekinesis?"

"Yeah but you know I don't like saying big words."

Brandon rolled his eyes but still kept a thoughtful look in his eyes, even as the subjects changed and Onyx's parents later called for her to come home for dinner. As Onyx walked out the door of his house he caught her by the wrist. "Hey, Onyx. Before you go- don't tell anyone about your power OK? And be careful when and where you use it. It could be dangerous if someone find out. For you, I mean."

Onyx blinked at him then nodded before turning and heading towards her mothers car, driving home in silence.

The rest of the week went by in a blur and finally, it was Friday- Onyx's sweet 16. True to her word, she locked herself up in her room and ignored everyone. She would talk to her grandmother tomorrow, when her parents were at work and couldn't give disapproving glances. For the most part, everyone left her alone until midnight, when she officially became 16. From her door she could hear a soft knocking.

"Go away!" Onyx yelled, not looking up from her book. She heard the door creak open and looked up in surprise to see her grandmother walking in. "Hey that was locked!"

Gwen chuckled. "Dear child, you should have learned by now that such things are trivial to me." Onyx's grandmother was a women with average height, a little plump with a wrinkled face and graying hair. She had bright, brilliant dark blue eyes. Navy blue to be exact.

Onyx marked her place in her book and set it down "You shouldn't be up so late, Grandma. Why aren't you in the guest room, sleeping?"

"Because I have something very important to tell you. Something about the strange incidents that occur whenever you wish for something, or are angry. Something about how you can move objects without touching them."

Onyx's face paled. "H-How do you know about that? Damn it! Brandon told you didn't he! He fucking said he wouldn't tell anyone!" She stood up sharply, angry.

"Calm yourself, child, before you burn something! Here, sit down. And your friend told me nothing. I knew that it was only a matter of time before you discovered such things. There was a time when your father could do it too and I do as well. You have a proud heritage, Onyx, and its time that you were able to realize it."

"Grandma, what are you talking about?" Onyx looked at her like she was crazy, wondering if she should tell her parents that Grandmother Gwen was talking nonsense.

"You are very special, Onyx. You aren't like other children and your abilities will be extraordinary! You will be able to do so much more than move things with your mind! And I'll be here to teach you, well, just about everything!" Gwen's eyes were bright with excitement and she seemed to be years younger.

"Grandma, are you OK? What the hell are you talking about?" Onyx was confused. Very confused. And how could her grandmother have known about her power without Brandon telling her? Or all the accidents- she knew for a fact that her parents hid those from her.

"Look at me, Onyx." Navy blue eyes met violet as Gwen continued very seriously. "I am a witch. And so are you."