Hey ya'll! This chap is short, but essential to the story! oh and R&R!!

~Bear

Sydney.

I silently tiptoed out of Iggy's room, stopping in the doorframe to get a look at his soft sleeping face. I sighed and quietly put my forehead against the cool door edge as I stared at him for a minute, memories of the best make out session ever flooded back to me.

I stared for another moment at my beautiful Iggy before turning down the hall to get myself a glass of refreshing water to sooth my thirsty throat.

I got to the kitchen without making a sound and sighed as I searched through the dark and finally found a stack of plastic cups. I took one out and pushed it in the fridge and watched as a small light flicked on, illuminated the dusky kitchen.

When the my cup was full, I took a sip from it, turned around and nearly spilled it all over myself.

"Oh! Angel! Whoa, gave me quite a fright there sweetie." I whispered, unclenching my hand from my chest as the realization that it was simply Iggy's younger sister and not a mass murderer, kicked in.

She just stared at me.

I put my cup on the counter next to me. "Angel? Anything I can help you with?"

She just stared at me.

Her eyes narrowed.

I mirrored the same with my eyes as something evil flicked on in her pupils dilating them and causing them to turn a sickening red.

It hit me what she wanted, a thought slipped into my mind.

Make me a sandwich.

It was without a doubt Angel's thought, daringly trying to control my own mind.

I took a step forward, not losing my intense glare, whatever I was doing with my eyes she apparently, didn't like it.

She took a step back, losing some of her power to me.

"Angel."

My voice simply said and next thing I knew the red glare dropped from her eyes and were replaced with white as I saw memories of both my own and hers flicker in them.

"AH!" She cried out in pain, dropping to her knees, her hands on her ears.

"Y-Y-You burned me!" She gasped.

I dropped down to a squat putting my hand on her shoulder, hoping she'd tell me what she meant by "burned."

I hadn't touched her, or physically harmed her!

But once my hand had laid one finger delicately on her shoulder, she wriggled out from me, a scared look in her eyes.

"What do you mean 'burned?'" I asked her, taking back my hand.

"How did you know about my control?" She asked, changing the subject, not making any eye contact.

"Your eyes. It's easy kid, it's in all the books."

Her eyes did not lose their wide shape.

Before I could ask once again what she meant by burned, I reached my hand out to her to try again and she gasped in pain again.

Then Fang walked in with a flashlight, "What's happening?" He asked me frantically.

"I don't know!" I defended.

I told the whole story to Fang and he bit his bottom lip.

"You're a telepath aren't you?" He asked me, scooping Angel in his arms.

I nodded my head admitting-ly.

"I inherited it from my father."

Fang nodded and took Angel off to her room, without another word.

I fell against the counter, I rubbed my forehead.

What the hell?