So, Just a few things before you read. Allen is female, has brown hair (Go back, Allen did have brown hair when he was younger) and does not yet have his scar. Lavi is pretty much the same, but does not have his eye patch. Lenalee has Long hair, and Kanda…is well, you'll see.

But don't worry; Allen will get the scar, white hair, the arm, the whole shebang! Lavi will get the eye patch and Lenalee's hair will be chopped off. Don't worry.

I can't say in words how sorry I am… So I won't try. I'm just going to say that the plot bunny for this died early on. But I'm recovering it. so…hopefully I won't go on a years hiatus. Orz

So without further ado, I present to you Thing 1 and Thing 2! No, I'm just kidding. They're here to hand out cookies.

I don't believe in the supernatural. It's as simple as that. I'm not like all those other teenage girls who go around fantasizing about vampires. No, I'm too mature for that. I'm not some silly little schoolgirl. I have a boyfriend whom I'm madly in love with and I'd rather die than break up with him.

However, just because I don't believe in the supernatural, doesn't mean that I don't find it interesting. It truly shows how afraid humans are of their own subconscious and how insecure we are. That's all what these creatures are. They're just the depths of the human mind feeding into its own fear. It's a good thing that I'm not afraid…at least…I don't think I am…

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I absolutely hate it when the book I want is just out of reach. Mainly because I hate relying on others, and the image of me stretching out as far as I can, standing on my tiptoes is a plain ridiculous one. I fell back onto my heels and let out an exasperated grunt. I stood there with my arms crossed, as if just by staring at it, the book would fly into my hands. It wasn't until I saw a shadow loom over me that the book appeared in front of my face.

"Was this what you were reaching for?"

I spun around to see my boyfriend Lavi Bookman. His wide smile and sparkling green eyes would have left every other girl in Black Order Academy squealing, with the exception of my best friend Lenalee and me.

I scoffed and snatched the book hovering in my face. "I had everything under control Lavi. I could've gotten it by myself."

Lavi just smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Oh really? Do explain how."

I glared at him and turned on my heel to the library's front desk. I could hear his deep laughter echo slightly behind me. I slammed the book down on the desk, startling the librarian and causing her to drop the large stack of books in her hands. She let out a yelp.

"I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'M NOT WORTHY TO LIVE!" she screamed. My eyes widened when I saw her reach for a letter opener. She held it up to her neck. I leapt over the librarians' desk and grabbed the hazard before she could do something drastic. Setting the blade down on the desk, I patted her on the shoulder. Her head turned toward me, and I could see her tear streaked face.

"Hey, it's okay Miranda. Don't worry about it. If I were carrying that many books, I probably would have dropped them too." I smiled. Miranda blinked at me.

"R-really?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded. I knelt down and picked up a few books. "Here, let me help you pick those up."

There really weren't that many books to pick up, but there was still the lingering chance that Miranda might decide to off herself. I'm not willing to take that chance. It took us only a minute or so to pick up most of the books.

"Well," I said, placing a number of books into two separate piles. "I think that's it."

I couldn't help but notice one of the books on top of one of the piles. There wasn't particularly remarkable about it, but somehow it caught my eye. It was a thick, leather bound book that didn't appear to have a title. I turned to Miranda and asked, "May I check this out?"

Miranda laughed. "Feel free to keep it. These books are going toward charity anyway. If there are any other ones you want, please feel free to take them."

I turned the book over in my hands and shook my head. "No, this one will be just fine. Thank you Miranda." I handed her the book I, (ok…Lavi) got off the shelf, and she stamped it.

"That'll be due at the end of this month, on the twenty-third. Enjoy!"

Tucking the books in my side-bag, I gave both Miranda and Lavi a wave goodbye before walking out into the cool evening air. Although it was only a little past six o'clock, the streets were completely empty. This is normal. I live in a very old town, (I mean, half the streets are cobblestone!) and many of the townspeople are very caught up in their old superstitions. Like, if you go outside after the sun had started to set, you're more likely to be killed by a demon, and then there was something about the number of knocks on the door. Rubbish if you ask me. Interesting rubbish, but rubbish nonetheless.

I turned the corner and found myself standing in front of the house in which I live. I never found it quite comfortable calling it my house. After all, I'm not the one paying the rent. Well…actually, I am, but the money I use isn't mine. It belongs to my deceased adoptive father. Besides, the property is signed under his name, Mana Walker, not mine. No,…Ellen Walker (that's me) doesn't own anything but the food in the fridge. Not that it matters. I've been able to take care of myself since he died.

The moment I unlocked and opened the door, I heard a loud crash followed by a "No! No! Bad dog!"

I laughed and shut the front door loudly behind me, announcing my arrival. Almost immediately, my golden retriever, Timcanpy, came running up and licked my face. I pushed him off, gave him a pet atop his head, and walked into the kitchen, where I found a very disgruntled chef. I shot him an apologetic look.

"I'm so sorry for causing you any trouble, Jerry."

Jerry is the local restaurant owner, and a damn good chef to boot. He says he's originally from India, but he traveled around a lot, picking up recipes on the way. He's also my neighbor, two houses down, and in a pinch…my dog sitter.

He seemed to have perked up when he heard my voice. "Oh! Ellen, sweetie, I was beginning to worry about you! I thought something might have happened!" He took me into a crushing hug.

Oh…I forgot to mention…he's pretty much my second parent since Mana died.

He let me go and I smiled. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Thanks for watching Tim for me."

Jerry clicked his tongue. "Oh, don't you mention it hon. I'm just glad I could help out. Although, I am sorry about the mess." He motioned to a large tray and a bunch of cookies scattered around it. "Here, let me help you clean up."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "No, you've done enough. Just hurry on home, it's almost dark."

Jerry placed a hand over his heart. "Bless your soul, Ellen dear. You're far too kind. If you insist." I walked him to the door. He paused for a moment. "I left you a few servings of my famous curry in the fridge. I noticed you were running low on food."

I stuttered out my thank you, as we said our goodbyes for the evening. Jerry: the only reason I'm not starving and visiting soup kitchens.

After shutting the door, I walked back into the kitchen and looked at the mess. Timcanpy had already started to help. (I'm not looking forward to cleaning up after him later). I was about to grab the tray when the phone rang. Sorry tray, but you loose this round.

Before I could ask who was calling, the person on the other end spoke. "Hey Ellen, listen, I know I said I'd go with you to the mall tomorrow on your day off from work, but something came up and Komui needs my help. Do ya think that maybe we could go next Saturday after you get off?"

It was Lenalee, my next-door neighbor and closest friend. I pressed the phone against my ear using my shoulder as I picked up the cookies that weren't yet eaten by Timcanpy. "Yeah, don't worry about it. It'll be fine. Um…Next Saturday. I don't know which shift I have that day. I might not get off 'til after dark. I dunno. I'll let you know first chance I get."

"Oh. Ok. I'm sorry Ellen."

"It's fine. See you at school on Monday?"

"Definitely."

"M'kay, bye."

"See you."

Lenalee hung up before I did. I put the phone back and finished cleaning a second mess today. I took the leather bound book from out of my side bag, which was on the table, and curled up on my favorite cushy chair in my living room.

I opened it and from between the pages, fell a small slip of paper. The message on it was scrawled in neat, fancy cursive.

A warning to ye, who doesn't believe

Here is where the creatures of legends exist

Where their victims voice their cries

Each and every word holds the breath of truth

Of the terror that lies beneath.

So dare you not blink

Because these nightmares are real.

I rolled my eyes, crumpled up the note and threw it to the floor. It was probably the publishing company trying to be cute and clever, but I had to admit, something about it unnerved me. Ignoring the queasiness in my stomach, I began to read.

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A young man of about 18 years of age made his way through the cemetery. The sun had gone down hours ago, and although he didn't believe in the silly superstitions, he'd have rather been a million other places. This man wasn't in a particularly good mood, but then again, he hardly ever was. However, today he had good reason to be. He had gotten into a rather intense argument with a co-worker and had ended up punching them in the nose. Afterwards he was dragged into his boss's office for an agonizingly painful meeting, which resulted in him being fired.

He stomped angrily through the headstones. Normally he wouldn't have minded taking the shortcut through the cemetery, but something about this particular night, made him uneasy. The rustling of the trees were too quiet, the air too still, and this lingering feeling.

A feeling of evil.

The young man broke into a fast walk; his long, dark hair flowed slightly behind him. He was almost out of the cemetery when he saw something flash out of the corner of his eye. He turned around and shouted, "Who's there?"

A childish giggle was his response. "I think he's the one, Tyki." It said in a singsong like tone.

"He's certainly strong enough, and he's got anger to spare. Yes, he'll do just nicely."

The young man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He was beginning to itch for a fight. "Show yourselves, dammit!"

From behind the tombstones stepped a man who appeared not much older than he was. This must have been Tyki.

"What the hell do you want you little fucker?"

Tyki pushed his curly, neck length hair out of his face and smirked, taking a puff out of his cigarette.

"I'm not the one you should be worried about friend." He said.

The young man growled. "And what the hell is that supposed to m-," he was knocked unconscious by a blast to the back of the head. Tyki took another puff from his cigarette and cocked an eyebrow at the body that now lay crumpled on the ground.

"Road, was that really necessary?" he asked.

Road, the child, came floating down on a pink umbrella with a pumpkin on the end. "If you don't want him waking up during the ritual, yes, it was."

Tyki sighed, tossing his cigarette to the ground, and stepped on it. "Fine, just help me move him inside the crypt."

They each took hold of either, the man's arms or legs, the made their way over to the crypt. When they opened the door to the crypt, a large cloud of dust flew into their faces. If they were human, this would have left them in a fit of coughs. However, human is just what Tyki and Road were not.

"Tyki, I need you to light the candles and put the body in the circle."

Drawn on the floor of the crypt was a large circle with a large pentagram in the center, with smaller symbols surrounding it. Tyki did as he was told. Spells were something he left to Road, after all, she is the witch. He was more of a strategist. He planned everything down to the very last detail.

Road waited until the moon was in a certain place before she started her chanting.

"Tenebrarumrex
Spiritusmalus
Risede profundoinferni
mittendumcognationetuaet fratres
et educamprincipioad finem"

A gust of wind circulated through the room, causing the candles to flicker, and a large cloud of black smoke flew into the crypt and into the body on the floor. The noises coming from him were rather unpleasant. First a choking noise, followed by screaming, and at last, maniacal cackling. The body sat up and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes to reveal glowing red irises.

"Welcome back milord." Road said with an evil smile.

He stood up and smirked. "It's good to be back."

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I must have fallen asleep while reading, because one minute it had been 6:30 pm and fairly light outside, and now it's just before midnight and pitch black. I yawned and stretched my arms and legs. I stood up and the book fell onto the chair. Deciding I'd get it in the morning, I sleepily walked to my bedroom and crawled under the covers.

I had just barely fallen asleep when there were four knocks at my door.

OH YES! I'm Back everyone :D Oh yes! If anyone can provide a better Latin translation of that chant, please let me know, cuz I used Google translate. I made up the chants and such, so don't go trying to summon anything using it. It probably won't work. So, I don't own DGM obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this fanfiction, and I really hope that I'll be able to make this good. Anyway, Until next time~!