The chapter's sort of short, so I apologize in advance. It's also mostly just talking so sorry!

Mem

She really did not want to come back here, she reflected, staring at the house from a rooftop about a block away. Syrie had meant to make her blow up when she'd spoken to her. Most demons can be classified at a glance. Humans were the dominant creatures on the planet, so the stronger ones would make their forms hominid*. There were a few notable exceptions, including Tyrania, a demon who prefered the form of a twenty foot tall black panther and yet was classified as a greater demon, but they were rare.
By implying that her father had fur, Syrie had essentially said her magic was weak. It was also a common rumor that if her father had not been a greater demon, the balance of her power would be skewed enough to drive her insane. Not that there was any evidence for that.
She had also called her a demon, which still made Mem's blood
boil. The two sides would have made her choose between them the day she turned 16 and was legally an adult, but when her mother died and at the age of 6 she had joined the AA, she had made the choice. Most demons regarded this as void considering her age, but she had chosen, and stood by her choice. She had been given many chances to switch, and had once been captured and tortured in an attempt to force her to switch, and she had still stuck to it.
Sighing, Mem leapt down from the roof and landed lightly. She walked up to the house and opened the door quietly, hoping to sneak back up to her room without being noticed.
A voice caught her just as she reached the stairs. "Mem! We thought you might not come back," Maya said, obviously relieved.
"Yeah, after you flipped out on Syrie today we were worried. Where have you been?" Yaya asked, silently telling Mem not to mention their meeting with her eyes.
"Here and there in the city. Where's
our dorm matron?" Mem asked, unwilling to say her name.
"She said she needed a drink about an hour ago. We're not really sure where she went, but that's common enough," Maya said.
Raising an eyebrow, Mem checked the clock. "She said she needed a drink at three o'clock in the afternoon? A bit early, isn't it?"
"Yeah, that's Syrie all right. She'll be back in a drunken stupor by morning though," Yaya said.
Both girls looked extremely uncomfortable. Mem knew what they wanted to ask, and she trotted over to the fridge for a diet Coke while they worked up the courage to ask it.
Maya was the first to speak up, saying, "Umm, Mem? You and Syrie went into her room this morning, and all we know is that you stormed out three minutes later and tore her door off it's hinges. What the heck happened in there? Did she say something to you?"
Mem took a long sip of her coke before answering.
"She doesn't like me for some reason. I
don't know what I've done to her, but she really wanted to get at me."
Yaya, looking uncomfortable, said, "She's not ever like that. I can't imagine what her issue is..."
Maya sighed and leaned up against the counter. "We'll tell her to back off, but no guarantees. How about you stay up in your room for a while, and that way both of you can cool off. Besides, she'll be in no condition to argue with you for a while anyways."
Nodding, Mem grabbed her Coke and headed up to her room. Pausing on the top steps, she said, "Thanks you guys. I owe you."

Yaya

After Mem went upstairs, Maya went into the living room to watch TV, while Yaya stayed in the kitchen. She'd lied to Mem when she'd said she didn't know why Syrie hated her. She knew why, but was unwilling to spill someone else's secrets.
This was also her problem now. Mem obviously wanted to keep what she was a secret, but Yaya felt this was the wrong approach.
If Mem didn't get up the courage to tell Maya before she found out by accident, Maya might not trust her afterwards. Yaya herself had tried the same thing, and Maya had found out only years later. She'd been furious, and Yaya understood, now, why. Not telling her had been synonymous with telling her she didn't trust her. It hadn't been fair to either of them.
Moving over to the living room, Yaya said, "Maya, could you please come outside with me?"
Maya looked up sharply, and turned off the TV. Gesturing for her to be quiet, Yaya carefully opened the door and lead the way outside. Maya followed, suspicious and jumpy.
Turning to face her friend, Yaya began, "You know how I kept my real identity a secret for so long?"
Still nervous, Maya nodded.
"Mem's doing the same thing. And you know I wouldn't tell you if this wasn't important. My guards went through her bags before she arrived, and they found out a few things. She's-"
Maya cut her off, scowling. "You had no right, Yaya. It's her business what she is, and it's completely unfair of you to have done that. I can't believe you'd do that in the first place, but it's even worse that you're trying to tell me now! She's our friend, and we have to trust her. I don't care if she's a shifter or a vamp, or even a demon! She's done exactly nothing to us."
Yaya remained quiet throughout the whole reprimand, but now said, "I know. But you should know this for other reasons. She could be a security threat, and you'll understand the Syrie thing too."
Sighing and flopping down on the grass, Maya patted the grass beside her. "Well sit down. I have a feeling this might take a while."
Sitting down as elegantly as possible, Yaya began again. "As I was saying, she's unusual. She does seem nice enough."
Being as thorough as possible, Yaya explained how she
had found out what Mem was. Maya started sharply when Taya
finally said what Mem was.
"Are you absolutely sure? I mean..."
"Yeah... We are... the Guard searched her stuff and found evidence," Yaya said regretfully, "She's definitely the demonic angel. When I found out, I almost got her tossed out of here. I was... afraid. I admit it."
Here, Maya looked troubled and almost interrupted Yaya, but Yaya held her hand up in a silent plea to be heard out.
"But today I was out shopping, do you remember? Well I was in that huge department store to find those cute earrings from last Saturday, and instead we all managed to find our way into a trap," she sighed, "The Fairy Guard was outnumbered by what looked like ten to one. Viper demons! Viper demons, Maya! I don't know who the hell can afford to buy 110 of the damned things. They're practically greater demons! They grabbed me, they'd only been at it for five seconds, but they'd almost beat them. Then Mem showed up. She had the Viper demons off of me
in seconds, and the rest flat on the floor in a minute. She really saved me."
Troubled, Maya said, "But I'd heard she was unstable, violent, like the very worst of demon kind. She's supposed to be... I don't know! Evil! This doesn't... oh geez this makes no sense."
Kneading her forehead, Yaya said, "Yeah, I know. But what really makes no sense is if all of the things we've heard are true, then why isn't she more like what they say? Does she have some kind of, like, ulterior motive? Or was she just honestly trying to help my guards and I?"
"So... What on earth does that prove? Do we really know anything about her? Can we even trust her? I mean we sleep in the same house!"
"Maya, I think she was honestly trying to help. And the only time we've seen anything like what we've heard about her was when she'd talked to Syrie. Think about it, Maya. The half-demon, half-angel girl talked to Syrie," Yaya said slowly.
Taking a gasping breath Maya spun to face Yaya. "You don't think... Her husband..."
Nodding grimly, Yaya said, "Yeah, I do."
"Great, now we really have a problem. So, next question, do we tell Mem?"
Maya said grimly, "No, because somehow I don't think that she'd appreciate us knowing at all. So what should we do about it?"
"Nothing. Don't say anything, don't act differently, and sure as heck don't tell anyone else. I figure we should find out what she's really like soon enough. We can do something about it then," Yaya stated firmly.
Nodding, Maya gestured for Yaya to follow her back inside. They both knew their newest roommate's secret, but what might happen because of it?