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Chapter 2

Nico POV

I began to unpack my things and put them on the hangers of the walk-in closet. This was a mindless activity, and soon my mind began to wander. I thought about how I hadn't had a home-cooked meal in a while, and how John said his daughter's name like he was frightened. Which led to something about a certain daughter that I shall not record. It was weird, though, that I couldn't remember what her face looked like. Only that her hair was jet black and straight, and that she was wearing a tight-looking black tank top with tight, ripped black jeans. She had been wearing black converses, as well. She had been thin, like, anorexic-thin. But nothing about her face. I had only gotten a glance, after all. When I finished packing, I began to walk in what I hoped was the direction of the kitchen. I bumped into a girl, about 14, along the way.

"You must be Nico," she said to me. Is that all anyone ever says in this house?

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." I realized that she was really pretty. But not magazine-pretty. Pretty in a dark way. Everything about her was fierce and angular. She had straight black hair also, but hers seemed duller and lighter than Azrael's. She had a thin face and a lean body. (A/N: Think: Avril Lavigne's body) She had blue-gray eyes with a straight nose in between them, and a small mouth. She had a dusty rose-colored tank top, and medium-blue skinny jeans. She only had on black socks. Well, her I can remember.

"I'm Hadyn (A/N: Meaning: 'little fire'). Where are you off to?"

"The kitchen. Your dad said to meet him there."

"Oh. Um... The kitchen's that way." Hadyn pointed behind me.

"Oh, thanks," I said, embarrassed, as I started walking in the other direction. I reached the elevator, and pressed the number one. Seriously, this place was bigger than the mall. It has it's own elevator, for crying out loud! The doors opened, and I steppped out and smelled the hamburgers almost immediately. I followed the scent to the kitchen, where John, Azrael, a woman, and a boy I didn't know were sitting. The boy was about my age (16), and was dressed like a punk-rocker.

John looked up. "Oh, Nico. Come sit down. We're just waiting for my daughter, Hadyn."

This made me stop. "I bumped into her in the hall. Black hair, red shirt?"

"That's the one." John smiled. "Alright, so Nico, you've already met Azrael." He gestured toward her. I stared at her, willing myself to remember her face. She had a heart-shaped face, with piercing green eyes. The darker ring around the iris of her eyes were blue, with gave them a witchy look. She had a small, straight nose above a small, curved mouth. Her skin was pasty-white color, but flawless.

Azrael looked up, realizing she was being stared at. "Hi," she said. That was it. Hi. She looked back down to her chipped black nails.

"And this is my wife, Charnette (A/N: Meaning: 'dark'.)." Charnette had straight black hair like her daughters, and a pasty complexion like Azrael. She had a lean body, and eyes that, apparently, changed according to her mood. When I had walked in they had been a milky green, and were now a deep violet.

"Hello, Nico dear. Come and sit. You're going to be here for a while, so make yourself at home." Then Charnette gave me a warm smile. She seemed very motherly. "We have a schedule for you so you know about the activities for this month. There is also a separate schedule for other things, like when we'll be home, and when you have to go to school." Oh, lovely. Not.

I held out my hand. "Nice to meet you." She shook it, and John resumed with the introductions.

John said, "And this is Abaddon. (A/N: Meaning: 'Angel of Destruction'). I have a feeling you two will get along great. Now, Charnette, dear, can you please go and see where Hadyn went off to?"

"Sure thing." And Charnette left the room.

John said, "Alright, let's eat!" He got up and brought the platter of hamburgers to the table. I noticed that Azrael took one and picked at it, and Abbadon took three and devoured them. He left the table. That left me, Azrael, and John. John took two and ate neatly. I took one and ate slowly. Soon, Charnette came into the kitchen, Hadyn behind her. Hadyn took the seat next to me, and took one. She ate neatly like John did. Charnette took the seat next to John, and did the same thing that Hadyn had. I remembered that everyone at the table already knew what I was there for. "Oh, and Nico," John said as he began putting more hamburger into his mouth, "Hadynwill give you a tour pf the house when you are both done eating." John finished the last of his hamburger, and left the table. I finished, and waited for Hadyn. It took about five minutes of silence, but soon Hadyn finished, and we left the table as she guided me around a corner.

"That's the exercise room," she said, pointing to a door. We walked further down the hallway. "The living room. The office. The reading room. The study. The computer room. The TV room." Hadyn pointed to a door each time she said a room name."The indoor pool. The hot tub room." We reached the elevator. I spent the rest of the day memorizing rooms. And staring at Hadyn. Soon the tour was over, and we were at the twenty-first floor. Hadyn looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh, it's late. We should be getting to bed." I followed her to the elevator, and she pressed the button. The doors swung open, and we went inside. She pressed 18, and soon the doors opened. We stepped out, and she began walking to her room. I walked to mine, opened the door, and began getting ready for bed. I couldn't help thinking that things were about to get very interesting here.