A/N: Don't worry, my G.O.D. readers, the next chapter I upload will be of Guardians of Darkness! It just took me awhile to plan the next chapter.

Chapter 4

What Is She Going To Think About This?

There was Alec, Claude, Brent, Lukas, and Rylan. I found out Rylan was the one with green eyes who had been staring at me before. Brent and Lukas were the video game suckers, and Rylan seemed very… quiet and studious. Ever since Claude and I had sat on the loveseat in the center of the couches, Rylan had avoided my gaze. His hair was long, past his ears and pushed to the side of his face in ebony locks. For now, he was looking away from me, the hair covering his face.

I was so tempted to reach over and move it out of his eyes. Lukas had a head full of curly hair the color of Alec's, but darker blue eyes. If he had the same hair and same eye color, I was sure they could be twins.

None of them except Brent seemed interested in me. At the current moment, Lukas and Alec were playing the game now, and Claude was chatting softly on his cell phone to one of his business employees.

"So how often do you do that?!" Brent asked me in astonishment. I had just finished telling him about the other night when I took my pretty Corvette -that I wasn't going to be allowed drive for a whole year- out for a chase with the cops. He seemed pretty interested too.

"Every Sunday." I said, smirking. Brent grinned in response. We were connecting pretty well. I had a feeling we could break the rules together. "My best friend Elly wants to do it every night, but…" I trailed off and sneered over at Claude. He glanced warily at me and then raised an eyebrow. I looked back to Brent. "Now I'm facing a tragic exile."

"Exile? Is that what you call it?" Brent burst out laughing. I found that I admired him. Suddenly I had a question.

"Don't you other guys go to my school? Alec does."

Brent nodded. "Alec went in early. Tomorrow is our first day, because we just flew in from Jersey."

My mouth dropped. "You've been to New Jersey?!" I gasped. He smiled and nodded again.

"It's pretty great. Alec always goes wherever Claude goes though, so we came late. The rest of us were visiting our mother, Cassidy."

I mused over it. "That's cool. I wish I knew my mom." I suddenly felt kind of sad. I wondered what my mom had been like before she died. Was it her who had kept my dad in line before? Or had he raped her? I shuddered. Brent seemed to sense my discomfort and frowned.

"You don't know your mom?"

"No. She died at birth with me."

"What about your dad? I know you live with your foster parents, Josh and Becc." he shortened their names, and I wondered if he was good friends with them like Claude.

"I don't like talking about him." I replied shortly, my voice going monotone. Brent leaned back and shrugged.

"I can understand. Some things are meant to be kept in secret."

As soon as he said that, everything in the room went quiet, if only for a moment, and I could have sworn that everyone else in the room glanced cautiously at Brent. But within short moments, everything was back to normal; Claude talking into the speaker of his phone, Lukas and Alec arguing over the video game, and Rylan went back to reading his book.

Finally, after a silence between Brent and I, Claude snapped his phone shut and leaned over to me. "Are you hungry?" he asked quickly. I looked over and nodded. Come to think of it, my stomach had been growling for awhile now. "Follow me." Claude stood and then walked into the kitchen.

The kitchen was just as large as the living room. It connected to a dining room which held a large table with a chandelier over it. In the center of the kitchen was a counter island with a sink and a built-in cutting board. Claude walked to the fridge and opened it.

"We just bought new food for you. None of us knew what you would like, so we just assumed. You can choose anything you want." he motioned for me to look into the refrigerator. I ended up pulling out delicious roast beef lunchmeat and cheese for a sandwich. Good enough for dinner, right? Besides, I didn't feel like cooking anything, and Claude hadn't offered.

"What about the rest of you?" I asked.

"We eat later in the night. But since you're a girl and you're younger than all of us, you have to get to sleep earlier, except on the weekends and the days you have to clean."

I ignored his rude, sexist comment and instead I took a bite of my sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. "What days do I have to clean?"

Claude leaned back against the island and smirked at me. "Everyday ending with 'y'." he said. My face dropped in annoyance.

"Seriously."

"Well, you have to do one different chore everyday. Like the floors, cleaning the kitchen or bathroom, dusting everything and so on and so forth. Oh, and don't clean anybody's rooms unless you have permission by them."

I nodded in understanding. Well, at least it wasn't cleaning the whole house everyday. "Easy enough." I finished off my sandwich. "Well, I'm going to go put my things into my dresser. Would you mind if I use the shower before I went to sleep?" I asked before leaving the kitchen. Claude smiled and shook his head.

"Of course not. You need to bathe, don't you?"

I agreed and left the kitchen to run upstairs. It took me a good hour to sort through my clothes and put them in the dresser. Halfway through, Claude ran to my room with a newly bought alarm clock and even set it up for me. It was nearing nine at night. I realized time had flew by. I grabbed my black and pink pajama shorts, underwear, and my black tank-top, before walking to the bathroom. Sitting on the counter was a pile of clean, nicely folded towels. I took one and hung it beside the shower door.

The shower was large and it connected with a huge bathtub that looked really welcoming. But I was tired so I wanted to get done quickly. I grimaced when I saw the only things in there were shampoo and a tube of soap. I knew one thing was for sure, I needed to go shopping.

With I sigh, I finished my shower and dried off and dressed into my pajamas. I quickly brushed through my hair with my brush that I had brought and winced every time I ran it through a knot. This was why conditioner was a necessity! I groaned. My hair was going to look horrible tomorrow.

Before I leaned down the sink to brush my teeth, the door burst open. I screamed and spun in shock to face the intruder. I could still be naked for all he knew!

"Oh shit! Uh, sorry, I forgot you were here." It was Lukas. He gave me a sheepish grin. I raised my hands in the air.

"Ever heard of knocking?! I could have been dressing… or even undressing!" I shouted. Lukas stepped into the bathroom, softly pushing me to the side of the sink. I stared at him in bewilderment. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

"That would have been a great sight to see." Lukas suggested, wiggling his eyebrows toward my direction. My mouth fell open in shock. Before I could shove him to continue brushing my teeth, Alec walked in. Both him and Lukas started brushing their teeth, acting as if I weren't there.

"Um, hello? Shouldn't there be other bathrooms around here?!" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. I remembered I hadn't put a bra on, and my tank-top was thin.

Alec glanced over at me with his tooth brush in his mouth and foaming white bubbles. "Mnoop." he mumbled incoherently back to me. Lukas smiled over at me after he finished.

"What he said was, nope. All the other bathrooms are downstairs or upstairs. This is the guys bathroom." he grinned as he spoke.

"W-what the… You guys are stupid!" I hissed. I shoved against Alec to make him move, and reached for my own toothbrush. Not even seconds after I had, his hand found my wrist in a tight grip and he spun me around. The next thing I knew, my back was flush against the sink counter and Alec was leaning against me, smirking down at me. He had gotten rid of his toothbrush finally, and somehow the foam a his mouth had vanished. Not to mention I found out he was really tall, just like Claude. He had to have been at least six-foot-four compared to my measly five-two.

"Are you going to make us get out of your way?" he asked slyly, leaning down so our noses were touching. I heard Lukas give a low whistle. He was watching the scene as if he were enjoying a porn moment.

I glared angrily up at Alec. Then an idea hit me like a ton of bricks. My glare turned into a smirk and my eyebrows went up. Eagerly, I pressed against Alec and moved so our lips were a hairs-width apart. He looked surprised a moment. "And how would you suggest I do so?" I breathed. I was suddenly wondering if this was a mistake. He smelled heavenly. Sure I had kissed plenty guys before, but they had all been drunk and smelt like alcohol. So it didn't really get too far.

A smirk appeared on Alec's mouth. "You tell me, Rebel." he made to lean forward, and that was when I went into action. Quickly, I brought my foot up and then smashed it down as hard as I could on his toes. In surprise and probably pain, he yanked back and hissed at me. I paused, shocked at the inhuman sounding noise, and then laughed.

But my laughter was cut off instantly when I saw Alec's pupils grow to the size of his iris's. I gasped, watching with wide eyes as his face twisted into a feral smile. He looked like he could eat me. Then I saw the muscles in his arms bunch, as if he were about to pounce on me. I stood rooted to my spot, staring at him.

"No! Stop!" Lukas suddenly yelled, and grabbed Alec around the shoulders. He pulled him away from me and Alec let out a growl, but didn't struggle. "Sorry about that. He has a short temper." Lukas apologized and then disappeared down the hall with Alec. I could only watch after him, frozen.

Had I really seen that? I was sure it was impossible for your pupil to expand to the point your whole iris was pitch black, right? I put a hand to my head and blinked.

"Wicked cool." I murmured, and smiled brightly. If Alec could do that with his eyes, that was awesome! I gave a silent laugh and turned back to the sink to brush my teeth. Afterwards, I crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep, unknowingly to the lingering smell of musk and waterfalls.

"No! Please! I promise I'll be good! I won't kill anymore! Please!" the man begged. His wrists were in chains and he appeared to be in a dark, eerie dungeon that reeked of death and blood.

The tall figure stood over the kneeling man; his arms crossed defiantly as he studied the beggar before him. "And how can I be so sure? How can any of us be sure?" he demanded, his voice harsh and echoing through the dungeon. That was when four other silhouettes appeared, each standing next to each other. Somehow, the voice of the standing man sounded awfully familiar, but echoed too much to tell.

The man in chains broke into a dry sob and let his head fall down in defeat. There were no tears. "Just kill me already…" he cried out. The standing man who had spoken before let out a cruel laugh.

"My pleasure. No longer will the rest of your filthy kind hunt down the humans." he snickered, and then without a moments hesitation, slammed his hand straight through the man's chest. The chained man let out a gurgling scream that filled the night air as the other yanked his arm up through his head, splitting his top half into two pieces.

I woke up screaming at the scene. I panted as I stared across my room through the red netting at my door. I wasn't in a dungeon. I was in my new room at the Darquecaster's mansion-like house.

What the fuck kind of dream was that, anyway? I had never had horrific nightmares. My nightmares usually consisted of being chased by clowns, for Heaven's sake! My door suddenly flung open and Claude burst in, looking quite disheveled in sweats and a t-shirt with hair disarray and such.

"What?! What is it?!" he demanded eagerly. Swiftly and before I knew it, he went to my side and leaned over my bed. He grabbed my wrists before I could answer and turned them over, as if studying them. Then he pushed my head back despite my protests, and looked at my neck.

"What are you doing?!" I hissed, pushing him away. He pulled back and exhaled.

"You screamed…and…and I thought that something got to you." he muttered, standing up fully and brushing through his hair.

"I had a nightmare." I replied, irritated. Why the hell would he look at my wrists and neck, though? Claude looked relieved. All of a sudden Brent was at my door, though he didn't look quite disheveled. Instead, he had a new pair of jeans and a sweater on. His hair was neatly spiked and he glanced into my room.

"Why'd you scream?" he asked.

"Nightmare." Claude replied for me. I nodded in agreement. Brent smirked.

"Afraid of a little darkness?" he asked teasingly.

"Shut it. It's probably because this is a new place. Maybe it's from looking at your face." I snapped angrily. Brent laughed.

"Yeah okay. Well, it's time for you to get up anyway. You never set your alarm clock, and there's only an hour until school starts I think." he said, and then left my room. Claude left shortly after and closed my door behind him. I sighed and climbed out of bed, turning to look at my clock. I furrowed my eyebrows and reached over to press the alarm button to see what it was set to. I had never set it? The button made a clicking noise and I glared at it in annoyance.

Grumbling incoherently, I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of my skinny jeans and a plain red tank-top with a black shirt over it. I then sat on my bed and picked up my socks and shoes. I was about to put on my second shoe when suddenly it dropped out of my hands.

I stared at it, and then looked over at my alarm clock as I remembered exactly what Brent had said. How the hell had he known I hadn't set my alarm clock?! I screamed in my mind.

Either he snuck into my room and checked, or he's a damn good guesser. Because for one thing, I never set my alarm before seven, and it was currently six-thirty-one. I sighed bitterly and slipped on my shoe before walking out of my room. My bag was slung over my shoulder, packed full with books from the term. This was all going to be a disaster.

These guys going to my school! Would they bother me like Alec?! Would they embarrass me everyday of my life now?! I paused at the top of the staircase and my mouth opened in wonder.

What was Elly going to think of all this?!