A/N: Okay, here's another chapter, and oh, yeah, I forgot to mention this before, but: I do not advocate substance abuse, one night stands, premarital sex, murder, and suicide attempts (I can't say anything about self-mutilation because that would be hypocritical, but try and find someone to talk to if you do). Let's just say that Cassie is my complete opposite as far as morals go.

What Astarte said next, most people wouldn't care to repeat or write in front of polite or mixed company. But since I was pretty much raised thinking there was nothing wrong with obscene gestures or language, a perfect example of this being flipping off teachers in grade school, I have no qualms about repeating it.

"A son of Satan?!" she squealed (don't tell her I squealed. The bitch is batshit), beating the head of the American Branch. "You have another fucking son of my father here! AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO MENTION THIS?!" She screamed, proceeding to beat the shit out of him. I couldn't help but stare, and maybe even feel bad for the poor man. I moved to help him, but at least five arms held me back.

"You don't want to do that."

"She goes nuts when people leave out information."

"Do you want to die?" I wanted respond to the last person by saying I've tried… and failed. A lot.

"DID YOU LOSE YOUR BRAINS DURING A MISSION OR IS THIS A GENETIC DEFECT OF YOU HUMANS?!" she continued, driving a knee to his gut.

"Yikes. And you people call me scary when I get mad," I whispered to the people behind me who just might've saved my life.

"You are."

"The flamey skeleton thing is seriously creepy."

"I felt like you were going to eat my soul."

"I just hope that doesn't happen again."

"Listen. I don't know what happened that I changed like that. I have never in the two years I've been like this," I gestured to my skinny form with dirty, baggy clothes, "have I changed in broad daylight. There's something freaky up with her and that clown she's always around that just… set me on edge. So unless you're in an alley in the middle of the night and I can't find a holy place, you won't see that again."

"So what can you do when you're not like that?" one of them asked.

I had to think hard. "I can drink and pickpocket," I said at length.

The ranting had increased in volume again. "And I mean you just dare! To come outside I will rip you in half and use you intestines as belts!" Shoving two of the new kids, she herded us outside.

Ranting, I asked the pink-haired one what to do, noticing that all the other kids were put into three groups.

"Well, that depends. Do you have a familiar?"

"Yeah, but that one only comes out when I go nuts."

"Are your powers elemental?" I shook my head. "Then you should go with the specialists. Megumi!" she called, and a muscular-looking girl walked up.

"Yeah?"

"She's supposed to be with the specialists."

"Okay. Come with me, Firefly." She gestured me over. thinking it better to follow the instructions of the buff kid (even though she is a girl) than to ignore, I followed her.

"Did I do something to offend all of you?" I asked, rather clueless as to why they kept me at arm's length.

"Other than try to kill us and our teacher, and say that we were all basically going to Hell, no, you did nothing wrong," she said sarcastically.

Damn. Did I really do that? I pulled the flask out of my boot and took a swig. "Was I really that bad?"

Passing Astarte, she stopped me. "Oh right. Cassandra, I have something for you that should help with your...little problem." She said, handing me a pendant. "That seal will hold it back until the point when the pendant is removed."

I mumbled a thank you, and looked at the pendant appraisingly. The cord it came on was simple leather, but the pendant itself was that of a flame and a strange rune inscribed on the back. I highly doubted it could hold something as powerful and destructive as my other side back, but anything was worth a try.

"So how long have you been like… this?" Megumi asked, gesturing to my tail and ears.

"A couple years. One night, I kill five muggers, the next thing I know, I have the mother-in-law of all hangovers, in a church, of all places. That dark-skinned exorcist was there and explained everything to me. I've been running ever since."

"Do you have any family?" she asked, slightly concerned.

"Well, there's my mom, but if there was ever a case to prove you shouldn't get pregnant at fifteen, it's her. I doubt she even knows I'm gone. What about you?"

"I've been like this for a few months. After my mother and stepfather died in a car crash, Azazel claimed me."

"I'm sorry about your parents," I said. Stuff like that happened in Camden all the time, but usually they died of violent crimes or overdose.

She shrugged. "I'm over it. Here's where we train. Now, what can you do?"

"Drink, pickpocket, and ride motorcycles," I said bluntly.

"You never tried doing anything else?"

"Truth be told, I've spent the past two years trying to find a way to get rid of it. Hell, I've even tried killing myself so I wouldn't kill any more people."

"Hmm," she said, considering. Then, out of nowhere, a sword appeared. No, I am not on drugs. A sword freaking appeared out of nowhere. Whipping it out, she placed a shallow cut on my hand. Surprisingly, it healed almost instantly. "Well, you have standard demon healing. I'll ask one of the elemental kids to see if you can influence fire."

"You heard me! Daughter of a whore!" I turned, expecting someone to be talking to me, but it was that blond girl with teal eyes who was fuming. I'd have to teach her to get over it. I did when I hit about seventh grade.

Suddenly, a giant bat-thing emerged from the ground and attacked the offender. A call from the distance cued gunshots aimed at the thing. Astarte sliced her palm and brought another demon up. silently, I racked my brain for the answer as to what it was. Chimera.

She yelled at them, demanding them to stop, and after that, I caught sight of a rather good-looking boy. I grinned. It's been far too long since I've fu—fraternized. He started talking to the pink-haired girl and I had to stifle a grin when the clown (who freaked me out) started going after him, only to be held back by Astarte. He turned to her then, and she merely rolled her eyes. Turning to join the rest of the group and mixing in, he looked at me next.

"Hey, are you Google, because you have everything I'm looking for."

I laughed in his face. True, he was good-looking, but I've heard that one so many times it no longer had any affect. "Oh, God. Listen, it may have been a while for me, but I'm not that desperate." Okay, maybe I was, but he didn't need to know that. For all I knew, he was just as well-traveled as Route 66, if you know what I mean, and I did not want to catch any 'unwanted travelers'.

Astarte called the session to a close and yelled for her sons. "Sora! Chikyuu! Mummy doesn't want to play right now!" She looked down at a piece of paper and turned ghostly pale.

A/N: Alright, the next chapter will be out soon. And if you read my story 'Story of Generations Past', I need more teachers