I am so, so sorry this took so long. V, Kortz, I had assignments. Please, understand?
This isnt a great chapter, but it was necessary. Action will resume next chapter. I wish i bloody owned these characters. Also, I made a mistake first chapter. This is what i get for screwing with timelines, I suppose. I fixed the mistake, and explain in this one, kk?

I dumped my bag in a corner as soon as I got home, waving off my brother's questions in favour of a shower.

I stood under the pulsing spray for a long time. Apparently Ash thought so too, because he checked up on me.

"You okay in there Rya? You've been in there for over an hour now."

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You tell me. Are you trying to drown yourself or something?"

I rolled my eyes. "If I was drowning myself, I would be bathing instead of showering, not that my personal suicide preferences are any of your business. It'd just be easier that way. Drowning myself in the shower is kind of like throwing a bird off a cliff to kill it. It just doesn't work."

He sighed. "So the 'dick in Biology', as you so aptly put it, has no affect on you whatsoever?"

"None."

"So are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Not while I'm in the shower, I'm not," I said, smiling to myself.

"Oh. Whoops."

I stood there a little while longer, just enjoying the feel of the water soaking into my muscles. I sighed, and reluctantly turned off the water.

I quickly dressed myself in a white top and white jeans.

It was my signature thing, as I usually alternated between keeping my hair blonde, and dyeing it midnight black. So when I changed my hair colour, I changed my wardrobe colour scheme to match. When I was ice blonde, I wore all white designer; chic and elegant. When my hair was black, I wore black leather and velvets (not at the same time), lace and pointy toed boots with bat buckles up the sides. When questioned about my evangelical/goth styles of dress, I usually just replied that the monochromes made the laundry easier.

I walked down the stairs into the kitchen.

"So…" he said. "Feel like spilling?"

I chewed my lip idly as I thought over my day. To tell truth, I didn't really know why I had reacted the way I did. Then it hit me.

Edward Cullen had looked at me the same way my father and brother had. With hatred, and loathing. Disgust.

My breath caught in my throat. I was frozen where I stood, for the second time that day.

"I just figured something out."

"And that would be?" he asked impatiently.

I sat down on the couch, staring at the television blankly as I thought of how to phrase my epiphany.

"It was like… I was human again. I haven't seen anyone look at me like that since Didymos." I faltered as the name of my childhood home lift my lips. "It's weird, not having everyone all lusty as I walk by."

As a baby, we were taken from our mother, Apollymi, to the human realm for our protection by Apollymi's sister, the patron goddess of festivities and desire. She lay her hands on us, and so it was virtually impossible for either of us to go anywhere without being hit on.

It had been worse for Ash as a human. His powers hadn't warded everyone off, so there were frequently riots and brawls over him when he had dared go out uncovered. I had been kept in solitude for the first seventeen years of life before being sold to Apollo, so it wasn't as much of a problem.

But it was disorienting, after having put up with it for so long, for nothing to happen.

Ash was frowning at me, upset at me bringing up that period of our life. It wasn't something either of us liked to think about.

I continued on my train of thought, on a roll now. "Actually, it was like… he wasn't human."

In a flash, Ash was sitting bolt upright, staring at me with a fierce intensity.

"What do you think he is? Daimon?"

Daimons were the real life version of the common Hollywood vampire. Created before my birth, they were a race of beings, originally called Apollites, created by Apollo to rival Thunderbutt's humans. When I was sent to him, he immortalized me at the age of eighteen, not wanting to lose my ethereal beauty to the ravages of time. His words, not mine. I had a child by him. Apollodorus. Again, not my choice. Two days after my twenty first birthday, the Atlantean queen, jealous of me- I had no idea why- sent her guards to kill me and my son. I was brought back by Ash. My son, however was not.

Apollo, outraged that someone dare cross someone as high and mighty as he, cursed his Apollites with three things. To spontaneously combust when caught in daylight, so the miffed god of the sun wouldn't have to see them. To have to drink each other's blood instead of eat. And to die horribly, painfully, and slowly on their twenty seventh birthday, the age Apollo seemed to think I died at. Flattering. He cared so much for me that he was off my age by six years.

Lots of the cursed, previously immortal Apollites didn't like the thought of such a short life span, and turned to my mother, who showed them how to survive longer by 'sucking' out human souls. But the souls couldn't live in the unnatural conditions and started dying immediately. So they were always hunting. For them, the human blood was just a bonus.

So the thought of one being at my school, in our town was quite scary.

I rolled my eyes. "Hel­-lo? Daylight!"

"Oh. Charonte?"

Charontes were the Atlantean god's bodyguards, for lack of a better term. Think Artemis Fowl and Butler. Winged, fanged, horned, and temperamental, they were some of the best friends I had. Ash had one named Simi. She was a handful, that one. She liked to shop, liked to eat, liked BBQ sauce on everything, was allergic to rubber, bought diamond jewellery for snacks, and was infatuated with Travis Fimmel. She was treated like Ash's daughter, and was my best friend, my confidant.

"Nope. Not nutty enough. He didn't try to eat me. Not Charonte."

"Gallu?"

Gallu demons were the lowest of the low. Even below Daimons, who were frequently regarded as idiotic cowards out for the easiest kill possible. They were created by the Sumerian gods as their defence against the hated Atlantean's Charontes.

I scowled at nothing in particular. "I don't think so. No red eyes, only one set of teeth."

Ash sucked in a breath as a thought hit him. "Do you think he might be a Dimme?"

Dimme were the ultimate prank on all the pantheons. If anything should happen to the Sumerians (yes, those fuckers again), and not be around to seal their prison again, they would be released on an unsuspecting earth. They were unstoppable killing machines. Six of the seven were still imprisoned. One was escaped. It might be a plausible theory but…

"Ash, all the Dimme are women."

He looked away, blushing. "Oh. I forgot."

I sighed and stood to go back to my room. "I'll just watch him discretely, until we figure out what to do. Good night Ash," I said, walking over and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

As I lay in bed that night, I came up with my plan. I would watch this Edward, like I had told Ash, but I would also use this new found antagonism to my advantage. If he was going to hate me, I was bloody well going to have fun with it.

So, mostly just an explainative, filler chapter, telling you more about her history, and the extremely messed up world they all inhabit.

Till next time, which hopefully wont take so long next time.