AN: Better title, right?
I was in a cave, with dark walls made of earth and really not fit for use as a place called home.
Caves is what demons live in...
It reminds me of the cave that woman died in. I turned around, nobody here.
What woman? A brunette?
Blonde. What do I do now to get back to Aaron?
What makes you think that I will tell you that?
I don't know. Maybe that you're stuck here as well?
But I like the underworld... I was born here...
"What are you doing here? Don't think that I've seen you around before, have I?" A blonde, short and skinny guy stood there, dressed in black and a shirt with a picture of Hitler's face and a red cross over it. Not a Nazi then.
"I don't know, what the fuck are you doing here?"
Attitude, Ben, show confidence... You sure got a lot of it...
"You don't know what you're doing here? How can you come here and don't know what you're doing? Do you even know where you are?" He looked amused, he... I don't like him.
"I'm in the underworld, thank you very much. How do I get out of here, or won't you tell me?"
"And what do I get for telling you? Money?"
He's playing you, Ben... I think that I may have met him... You can kill him... He's only a darklighter... They're scum... Worthless... It's easy to get out of here...
Maybe I want to have a friend who knows what I am? Or is that too complicated for you to understand?
"You could get a... Fanta? A Nazi flag?" He lives in the underworld, maybe he'll accept that. Ha, what fun that would be.
"Hilarious." He walked closer. He had a really nice chest, flatter than a girl's, but still... nice. And that smile... He stopped in front of me and looked up.
He's so fuckin' short. He must be older than in his teens.
"Where were you going?" he asked.
"To a friend."
You've got a friend, why do you need more?
Because I want to have more than one guy I barely know, is that okay with you?
"Who are you talking to?" the guy asked.
"You."
"Okay. I'll get you out, I think. I'm not really sure..."
"How can you not be sure? It's so fuckin' easy to be sure."
"No, it really isn't."
Quiet. More quietness. Even more quietness.
"Have you decided yet?"
He nodded, slowly. That littl-
Calm down...Don't kill him...
I took a deep breath, and I could feel the heat leaving. The warmth, that was always there when I got mad. I itched to throw a fireball, but then I would never get out of here.
"What's stopping you to get out?"
"I don't know how to get out, you fuckin' moron."
"You just get out the way you came in."
"What do you mean, the way I got in? Oh. I just shimmer out then." How stupid can you be?
Very...
"Yes, and my name's Mikhail, what's yours?"
"Ben," I said and shimmered out. Then I concentrate on Aaron, and shimmer again.
I'm in a kitchen, and Aaron's standing at the sink peeling an apple. Then he turned around and was about to take a big bite from the peeled apple, when his eyes widen.
"Where the hell were you today?" he asks.
"Sleeping, mostly. Where were you today?"
"Uh, school. Duh. It's a school day.." He takes another bite out of the apple. "Were you attacked?"
"What? Why the fuck would I have been attacked?" I sit down on the kitchen table.
"You weren't in school today, what other excuse is there? You can't just skip," he protested.
"Yeah, you can. Have you never skipped before?"
"No, of course not. You can't just skip." Then realization dawned. "You just skipped."
"Yeah, and then there was the fact that I didn't go to sleep 'til the school started. What do you know about darklighters?"
Was that why you went here? That's completely irrational... Stupid...
I want to know about darklighters from someone who doesn't think that they're scum.
They are...
"What do you know about darklighters?" I asked.
"You were attacked by a darklighter? Ben, that's nothing to be ashamed about." I stared at him. "Wyatt's aunt is an advice columnist." He took a big bite from the apple.
"I wasn't attacked by them."
"One darklighter? Okay, that was ridiculous. Fine, I'll tell you. Darklighters is like the opposite of whitelighters, and hunt down and kill/turn potential whitelighters."
"Are they low on the social ladder in the underworld?"
"Why are you even asking me this? Wait, are you new to the magical world? Didn't hink that you were, the way you killed that demon was good. Yeah, they are."
"So what if I am new? That doesn't matter," I said defensively.
"No, I guess not. You want an apple? I can peel if you want," he offered generously.
"No thanks, just wanted to ask."
There was something else you wanted to ask?
"Was there anything else you wanted to ask?" Aaron asked.
"I guess," I said slowly. "You're half-demon, aren't you?"
"What about it? 's not my fault."
"Do you hear a voice in your head?"
"I'm not crazy, Ben. Magic do exist."
"I know that," I snap.
Why don't you ask Cole? He can answer...
"Just forget it, I'm going."
I left.
Nobody will understand, Ben... You can't have friends... They won't understand... They will never understand...
But you just said that Cole will understand.
I opened the door and walked in.
God hope that grandma won't notice that I don't have a schoolbag. But then if my bad luck would hold, she'd notice.
Leprechauns! They are behind this whole thing, maybe you should do some vengeance...
What have you got against leprechauns? They're like dwarfs.
No answer, do you have PMS?
Oh, I'm gonna have to ask Cole, won't I?
My hands started to get uncomfortably warm, as if fire wanted to get out.
I ran up the stairs and closed the door to my room.
Eh, music, I need music.
You need music to think?
I ignored him, and put on the music. Then I sat down on the floor, and put my head in my hands.
You seem to be doing this a lot lately...
Your fault, not mine.
Grimoire, I need the grimoire.
You've got a grimoire... Whose?
Cole gave it to me.
I started leafing through it. Looking at the pictures, strangely enough calmed me.
See, you like violence...
What are you up to now?
Your vegetarian diet... You were thinking about earlier on...
What? Oh, the dream. Doesn't matter.
But you were thinking about it...
So? That doesn't mean anything.
But...
I paused, where the fuckin' hell did that thought come from? I love meat.
Humans are weird...
True.
Who's he? I had stopped at the picture of a man, with an androgynous face.
Hades...
Who?
What do they teach you... I think they call it... Greek mythology...
I'll ask Cole. Greek mythology.
What, you don't know what it means?
I do.
I may be stuck in your head, but we're not getting married...
Ha! Funny that one.
I turned the page.
I realize now, I have to die. There's no other way. I'll have to tell them.
They'll kill me. Hahahah! Too well I can't die.
The same man as in the picture was under water. His face was contorted in pain, and his hands were around his throat. Bubbles escaping his mouth.
Then his eyes somehow saw me. Those eyes were terrifying, black... Endless, totally endless.
"He's coming," he rasped. "Daddy's coming home."
AN: scary? hope so. and please review, it would make my day