My instincts kicked in, making me turn and run, hearing his insane laughter behind me. Shit. Shit! SHIT! What am I going to do? If only I had ran in the other direction then I could get to the library….Where am I going to go… I decided to go to my room, as it was my comfort zone and I could think easily in my room. As I was closing the door, the jackal slammed into it. I watched him from my side of the wall, panting. Suddenly he vanished. "Fuck. What am I going to do? He's invisible or whatever now…but can't get downstairs because of the barrier…so if my family returns…they're dead. I have to deal with him before they return...even if I die. I can't let that thing hurt my sister or mother." I mumbled to myself, sitting on my bed, my head in my hands, running through my dark hair.

What if I make him go back downstairs by telling him to? He would have to obey me. Even again I was lucky I remembered how to tell that bitch off in Latin. Now I have to remember how to say get downstairs. I could always just say not to harm me or my family. That might work…

I gulped and got off the bed, and walked to the glass, just to have his scratched, caged face pop up right in front of mine. I screamed and fell on my ass, pushing myself away from the insane ghost. "You stupid whore! You fell for my trick!"

And yet again, all my previous thoughts were lost as I stared at the tortured…yet sad creature in front of me. Only one quick scheme came to mine. "What if I make you a deal?" I yelled so he could hear me through the glass.

"I don't make fucking deals with whores! Besides…what do you have to offer me!"

"Freedom?"

"HA! Weren't you listening to the fucking bitch downstairs? Only one way we're free and that's if the house blows up, you dumb ass bitch!"

"You know damn well I can't blow up this house!"

"Then you have no use to me you fucking slut!"

"Don't call me a slut! You have no idea who I am!"

"I know you are a whore just from your scent!"

"What the fuck does a whore smell like!"

"SMELL YOURSELF, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" And with that he was gone…again.

"Are you the jackal?" You called out, after waiting a couple minutes and were bored out of mind, still not able to remember my previous plan. He didn't appear. "I'll come out if you tell me!" He appeared instantly, smiling devilishly. He looks kinda…hot….DID I JUST THINK THAT! BAG AUTUMN!

"Yes, bitch, I am!" He laughed insanely. I nodded and looked at my chipped, bitten nails. "GET OUT HERE! OR I'LL KILL YOUR FAMILY!" That jogged my memory. I was supposed to not harm me or my family! Of course!

"Vos mos non vulnero meus prosapia vel mihi," I hissed from my side. I smirked as he glared at me.

"Okay. You win. I won't harm you or your stupid family, you fucking whore!" He growled.

"You can cuss around me all you want. But you shall not cuss around my sister!"

"Or what, you cunt sucker!"

"Or I'll order you to not...and maybe order you to hurt yourself," I said, with a sweet smile on my face.

"Mother fucker…fine. I won't cuss around your little sister, fucking whore bitch ordering me around." He mumbled the last part.

"What was that last part?"

"Nothing," he growled, glaring.

"Now Mr. Jackal. I'm going to leave this room, and go to the library….okay? Remember you can't attack me. Latin says," I said, smiling sweetly and walking to the glass. He glared at me, and backed away from the glass. I pushed the button on the lower corner and walked out, the Jackal right in front of me, mumbling his rant to himself, as I walked down the hall. I felt his eyes on me and I peered over my shoulder, seeing him staring at my ass lustfully. I stopped, almost causing him to run into me, and turned towards him.

"Okay, look Mr. Jackal. Let's get one thing straight. No looking at me like you want to take me like that ever again. I know I'm hott but come on. A peek is fine but staring intently is another thing," I growled, getting into his face…well more like his cage.

"It's not my fault, you dress like you're working the corner later," he growled back, not retreating.

"You can't work a corner in skinny jeans! I'm not even showing skin besides my arms, neck, feet, and face!"

"The pants are too tight for your huge ass!" He replied. I glared and smirked evilly, knowing my next comment would punch him in the gut.

"And you like my huge ass or you wouldn't have a hard on," I said sweetly, and started walking again. I heard him begin to growl and try to chase me. I laughed and ran, as he began to join in my laughter. I turned to make it into the library, when I tripped on the rug and landed on my back. The Jackal, not looking where he was going, tripped over the rug and landed…right on top of me. I gave a girly squeak, when he landed, straddling me.

"I win!" He cried, not noticing the position. He began to have an upper body dance, still straddling me. I rolled my amber eyes, then fixing my eyes on him, smiling. He looks like a little kid….like he's happy. That's when the first drop of blood from him hit my nose. I wiped my forehead and noticed the blood now on my pale hand. I looked at his face to see his lip bleeding.

"Oh my goth! You're bleeding…" I said, pointing to his lip. He looked at it then sucked on his lip, drinking his own blood. I smiled and then remembered the blood on my hand and nose. "And what about the blood on me?" He quickly grabbed my hand and licked it with his surprisingly warm tongue. Then he tried to come closer but his cage wouldn't let him. I smiled and just wiped the blood off my nose. FINALLY he noticed he was on top of me. He grunted and got off me, sitting down in the chair. I sat up, and crossed my legs, staring at him.

"What the fuck you staring at, you whore?" He yelled. I was taken back, by his mood swings. He just glared.

"Do you have male pms?" I finally growled, after 30 seconds of us just glaring and staring at each other. He finally stopped glaring and looked utterly confused.

"What's pms?"

"You know what happened when your mom would get very bitchy and-"

"My mother's a whore! I killed her! I'm glad she's dead! I ate her! Before I killed the rest!" He laughed insanely. I stared at him, then got up and went to the book shelf to find his file. No way…he can't be serious. He can't be that dangerous…I mean killer sure…but eating people….