Raven Williams is not only a twin and only daughter in her family she is also the youngest. when Raven starts acting funny her mother notices and takes her to the hospital to find out....
The news takes a turn for the worst and all Raven can do is question her self. Will Raven be able to pull herself together? what will happen? what is this news

when your caught in between, a truth and a lie. its hard to tell. however what if the truth was the one hardest to hear and the lie was the loudest of them all.
my name is Amelia. I'm not loud, I'm quiet. I'm not myself unless I with people who can actually understand me.
I have a large family but to me I'm just an outsider looking in. I'm a middle child if that doesn't say anything.
let's just say this is my story. instead of the lie being everyone else, it's my own truth

It has been an unknown number of years since the passing of an event called 'The Requiem',due to the disappearance of a person only known as 'The Uncrowned Emperor'.The world seems to be at peace,or is there a greater force at work?

Rain,a person who has difficulties remembering his past,is a 16-year-old boy who is considered a prodigy at fighting, even without any usage of his magic.Due to this fact,no one knows what type of magic he used or what his true strength was like.However, after an encounter with a woman known only as 'Raven',his whole perspective of the world changed.This meeting led to a world that he didn't know existed which reveals many things to him,including the fragments of his missing memories and the secrets behind 'The Requiem'!

What is 'The Requiem'? Who is 'Raven'? Who is the 'Uncrowned Emperor'? And most importantly,who is 'Rain' himself? Join Rain as he uncovers all of this and truly shocks the world with his greatest secret that he himself did not know!

Raven was not in the least bit having a fun day. It started out with Knightblade giving him a panic attack, then the two yellow types making fun of him, and now the entire class's lives are in his hands. The adrenaline is what's keeping him from crying but trust me, he definitely is once he has time to.

So far he's come close to accidentally miscasting a spell like everytime he has to cast one. But thankfully, there haven't been any casualties.

Yet.

I'm just kidding.

Maybe.


The red fight is over and Raven has to treat yet another burn victim. However, this time the girl would definitely die if Raven messed up. Raven is frantically moving his fingers to find the right spell to save her life. His sweat from his forehead dropping into his eyes and his hands soggy. He can't use the spell he used for the previous victims because it is not strong enough for a situation with the victim's body completely covered in burn. The victim doesn't have a strand of hair left or even eyelids. It is quite disturbing to look at and scary.

Raven finally finds a good spell and gets to work.

"Do you need any help, kid?"

Raven looks over to see the coach.

"Get me grass and a water type."

The coach nods and not even a minute later comes back with a handful of grass and Knightblade.

"I heard I get to serve you." Blade says with a grin.

"We don't have time for that." Raven says a bit snarky. "See the grass Coach is holding make it wet along with this girl's body, leave the rest to me." Raven is speaking so fast it is barely audible.

Rave watches as Blade follows his instructions. Coach opens her first allowing Blade to pour some water into it. Blade takes the grass out of her hand and mixes some more water into it. Drops hit the grown and run down blade arms leaving their sweater sleeves a little wet. They then hand it to Raven. Blade steps towards the victim as Raven searches to figure out what their facial expression means. It doesn't have a hint of fear or disgust leaving Raven flabbergasted. How could someone not be scared in a situation like this? Aren't they scared they're going to mess up? Blade bends down and puts their hands over the girl's body, careful not to accidentally touch her. Water falls out of their hands covering the body. The girl let's put a soft but scared moan that panged Raven with fear that she would die any second.

Quickly, Raven takes the handful of grass and sprinkles it over the girls body letting every piece fall gracefully but quickly. Once, it's all sprinkled over her Raven closes his eyes and focuses all his will on the girl and his spell. He starts chanting in a language only he knows and words that only have meaning to him. He chants his chant free times in a row and then opens his eyes with a sigh.

He looks at the girl. Nothing happens for a second making Raven's heart beat faster than light but then there is something. A white light shines from the girl as all her skin melts back. She grows back her eyelids and her hair, everything but her clothes that coach rushes to get and Raven and knightblade avert their eyes.

"Good job Raven, I was scared she was going to die. You're a good doctor, man." Blade says this with hands over his eyes.

Was Raven good at this?

Raven did not really think that. Sure, Raven was a good spell caster but this was the first time he worked on humans. Back at home he only helped little animals in the woods. This entire time Raven was holding back vomit and it was only the first match. 

"Thank you." Was all Raven could get out. Blade gave him a small nod in return.


The orange match came which was filled with gore and animals getting fucked up. Raven was used to animals getting hurt but still he wished they would stay animals when they came to him, maybe it would take away some nerves. This entire time Ravens body was shaking. The red girl gave him a small "Thank You." as she ran to the coach who had her clothes. She looked to be on the verge of tears but who wouldn't, she almost died.

The orange fight was not nearly as bad as the red but far more loud. Wolves howled and their beard grawloded. Raven felt like he was working at an illegal animal fighting arena. However, nowadays those were all shut down because of orange types pretending to be big dogs or whatever other animal people used to get a kick out of.

The winner was a big guy who had a twelve pack because he had to be extra. He looked like a Chad. Was probably named Chad, Raven would bet you ten bucks on that. Chad came out to Raven after the match, shirtless because he had to be extra, and asked him to heal a small scratch on his face. "I would but I need to save up my energy, I'm sorry." Raven replied. Chad scoffed and walked away with "I thought you were a healer." which reinforced Raven betting ten bucks his name was Chad.


Then the yellow fight came. Raven bent his neck to look for the twins. They were just walking out to the arena. Kat had a smug look on her face but Malvin looked decently scared. Side note, Kate absolutely petrified Raven but he still wanted either her or Malvin to win because Raven kinda wanted to be friends with them.

In the arena there were around six, maybe seven yellow types. Raven could not tell all the commotion. People were screaming or waiting patiently for the match to start. Raven's hands were busy flickering the pages of his book around. Sweat droplets would fall onto the pages and disappear idmetitly after. That's just the magic the book had, it was impossible to tear or bark. Raven has tried to rip it apart before but failed.

Coach brought the megaphone up to her lips, "The match will start in... three seconds."

"One"

Kat got into her stance.

"Two"

Marvin got into his.

"THREE!"

Yellow lighting got thrown everywhere. It was almost impossible to see anything. All you could see was faint figures.

Raven's eyes strained to see one of the twins but failed. He grunted and waited for a patient to be carried to him by coach. She had her work cut out for her. 

Raven saw a silhouette for a girl that fit Kat's profile. Her hair was falling in her face.

That has got to be Kat.

She jumped up and ran across the stands and jumped down onto another silhouettes shoulders and brought her hands to their head. The silhouette fell and Kat jumped back up and disappeared into the light onces again. She's pretty dang good and knew the element of surprise. Raven wondered what Marvin was doing.

Some people may think Raven would wish to join in on the fighting but he did not. Raven likes to help people in a different way. He loves to heal the wounded and gets plenty of joy from that. Purple types books always line up to the users values and Raven is no expedition.


Coach sprinted to the fallen victim and carried them over to Raven. It was Marvin. His hair had fallen on his face and his forehead was red. His eyes were closed and he was unconscious. Raven peeled up his eyelids to reveal glossy eyes. He had a fever and his brain was fried. Raven knew the perfect spell for this.


Split flashback time.


One day Raven's parents brought him to the park. It was a while since he last visited and was around the age of eight. Raven was throwing a ball back and forth with his mother as his father sat on a bench doing a bible study. Raven accidentally chucked it into the woods and told his mother to stay back, as he would retrieve the ball.

Raven wandered into the forest trying to find the ball when he heard some teenagers yelling. 

"Bro, you wouldn't dare."

"Oh yeah, I would."

A sound of a teaser went off.

"You actually did it..."

"Yeah, see! I ain't no pussy. Now we should go before someone finds it."

"Yeah"

Sounds of footsteps vanished and Ravens eight year old brain thought it was a great idea to go and see what happened.

It took awhile but Raven managed to find where they were at. Raven heard some moans and looked down. A tiny rabbit laid motionless, Raven screamed horrified. It was white and about a little bigger than the Raven's hands. Raven had never used magic before but he knew that he could. Just his parents never let him. But, in that moment, Raven knew he had to help that rabbit. It was his duty.

Raven scooped it up and put it in the inside of his pocket. It was barely breathing and hot, Raven somehow knew it's brain was fried. He walked back to his parents, forgetting about the ball. He told his mom he tripped and hit his head. And that he wanted to go home. His parents got in the car and headed home.


Once Raven got home he headed to his room. He got out a shoebox and put the little bunny in it. His heart was pumping with adrenaline and his brain trying to figure out what to do. He needed his spellbook. He knew he had one but he did not know where it was or what he would do when he found it. He really needs it. 

Next thing he knew it was in his hands.

How?

He didn't know but he jumped with glee.

"Everything good up there!?"his mother shouted from downstairs.

Ravens' hearts sank. He needed to be more careful. "Yes, everythings good!", was his response.

Raven opened his book but the issue was that he didn't know what he was doing and couldn't read half of the words. He set down on his bed with his book in his hand determined to figure out a way to help his patient. And that my friends, was what he was going to do.

He closed to book and put his hand on top of it. He didn't understand what he was doing but it felt like he was doing the right thing. He closed his eyes and thought, help me find something to help this bunny, please.

Then he opened the book and flipped to a random page. The first spell his eye landed on was the spell he needed. Thankfully, he knew what he needed to do.

He walked over to the rabbit and put his hand on top of its head and said a verse to a poem that only meant anything to him. After he did that he lifted up his hand. The rabbit's eyes opened and slowly but surely it stood up. It lifted its head towards Raven and gave him a little nod that to Raven meant: Thank you.


That was Raven's first spell. That day was when Raven found his drive, he found his purpose. And that is to help the wounded. Ever since that he helped injured animals in his woods. It's what gave his life meaning.


End of flashback.


Raven looked down at Marvin and placed his hand on Marvin's forehead. He whispered the little poem that would not make any sense to anyone but Raven himself. Raven closed his eyes and when he opened them they met yellow ones.

"What happened?" Marvin said in a whisper.

"Your sister-um, kinda fried your brain." Raven swallowed.

"Of course she did, she always targets me."


The fight between the yellows ended with a bang. It was Kat against a guy with a scar across his lip. Raven will refer to them as scar dude. Kat and scar dude had a straining competition for a solid three minutes. The only reason they stopped was because the coach shouted: "Will you hurry up, we still have five of these to get thrown!" That's when the scared dude attacked Kat who was still looking at the coach. He sent a bolt of electricity at Kat that electrocuted her, leaving her helpless. She tried to attack back but she couldn't think straight due to the pain. She couldn't do anything. Scar dude kept it going until she was unconscious.

Once she arrived at Raven he could tell that her whole body was fried with some burns. He healed her up and once she awoke. She was really pissed.

"That was cheap! I was looking at the coach and he didn't wait for me to be ready! That could have been fun! We could have had a fair fight! But NOOO! He had to play dirty! Asshole..."

That's all she went on about util Marvin came and grabbed her by the arm leading her to the stands.

Raven was getting nervous already , but he was growing more tense. He was running low on energy but they weren't even half way yet. He might pass out on the spot.


The green fight happened which made the whole place smell like dirt. No major injuries happened which made Raven happy.


Then the blur fight came which Knightblade will partake in.


In all there were about eight blue types. Raven studied Blade, he did not look nervous at all. Not even a single hint of fear. Coach counted up to three.

"One"
Blade didn't move; he stood still with her arms crossed with his blangs flowing in the wind.

"Two"

No movement.

"THREE!"
Here is where a movement happened.

Blade shifted his hand and in an instinct, everyone in the arena besides him was in an ice cube. They had no time to think or do anything about it. Blade was just stronger and his timing was impeccable.

"Did I win?" Blade asked.

The entire stadium was silent. Everyone was in shock.

How did he do that?
Was what everyone was thinking.

It took a moment but Coach responded, "Yeah... you won."
"Yay, now get a red type to unfreeze them please."
"Y-Yeah I will..." Coaches voice wasn't as strong and mighty as it used to be.

Blade walked back up to the bleachers and set down. Everyone's eyes were on him but he pretended not to notice. 
Who was this guy? Was the only thing Raven could think.

What if the world had a malfunction? Some people are now born with special abilities that make the world a very different and dangerous place. So the government came up with an idea to send the malfunctions to a school that will train them and set up a life plan for them. If they do not follow the life plan they will be killed. How will this turn out?

"Must be love on the brain, that's got me feeling this way."
Rihanna.

Wyatt's P.O.V.
I thought that I could suppress the sentiments that amplified over time. That I could bottle up the emotions that intensified over the duration I've spent with you. Granted, this isn't the best coping mechanism, yet my communication skills aren't exactly the greatest. So I bit my tongue, anxious to not ruin what I could only describe as a fragile relationship between two humans, who were still learning to trust. Two humans, who had received the harshness of the world time and time again.

Raven-black hair, dark eyes, pale skin, muted-pink lips, navy-blue glasses and your admirable courage, kindness and determination. As if that already wasn't sufficient, you also possessed the ability to illustrate like no other and your impressive use of words.

As much as I'd payed attention to the exterior, you're interior was what personally fascinated me. I saw past the body and observed your soul, the soul that was shattered and needed mending. The soul whose burdens were weighing it down. Taking note of you, I decided that I wanted to pursue you. I liked you, is all you need to understand. 

If this is coming off in a cheesy way, I apologise.

Although I'm still learning what it's like to have you in my day to day life, I'd say that I have managed to bring out the best in you. Cocky, I know but I never said I was selfless. I'm more like a fallen angel, whose rising temper and impatience, banished it from the narrow gates of the saved. 

Dramatic? 

Yes.

Romantic?

Frankly, not my type of thing.

Honestly, I'm just expressing how I feel and hoping you reciprocate those feelings.

Probability; that's what liking someone is. 

Chance is the definition of all relationships because inside the door of a heart, what awaits ahead is inexplicable, undefinable and complex.

Such a shame we can't be more open with each other.

You don't know how angry I was to find his arms around you. How frustrated I was when I saw you smiling from ear to ear without a care. I'd seen that smile before, it was the same smile you'd shown me on our outing a while back.

You appeared so happy, my only thought was to intervene. 

Nevertheless, when I did, I was slapped in the face with your next action.

As if the world had slowed down, you pulled out of your ink-black bag, a bag of chocolates. It was topped off with a classic, red ribbon and an origami rose. In cursive, Red's name was written on a label.

"Here Red, Happy Valentines' Day! Thank you for being a good friend."

Immediately, my body turned rigid and I had to bawl my fists to prevent hitting him. Taking deep breaths, I made an attempt to calm myself. Brows furrowed, jaws clenching and vision turning red. My body was experiencing these changes and I desperately tried to return my heavy heart to its original resting point.

In vain, I struggled, for the vexation seemed to be eating me alive and the need for your attention making me feel like an infant. In that moment, I swear he smirked at me. A smirk of triumph and victory. The triumph and victory I wished I possessed.

The excitement of gaining affection from the one you admire.

I admire you.

Upon seeing this, I departed from you guys, not wanting to convey any signs of weakness. What an awful thing but in retrospect, it was comprehensive due to what I had just witnessed. I know that you wanted to reach out to me, you wanted an explanation to the peculiar reaction. Truth be told, I would too if I were in your shoes.

As I mentioned before, my lack of communication skills is one of my several downsides.

I will never be what you want me to be. This isn't a novel, this isn't a romantic story about star-crossed lovers and passion. I won't write you a poem or serenade you or do any of that stuff that they do in the movies.

I'm a simplistic person, I prefer serenity and respect above all else.

And I think you do too.

You see, I'm juggling so much at once. Heather wanting to be apart of my life is taking a toil on me. Then there's my rivalry with Red and of course, what I feel for you. Evidently, this does not justify what I did but I...

I'm always at a lost for words when I'm with you.

The changes that you've made to my personality, really have made me reconsider my actions.

And then I go and make another mistake.

You're so accepting and generous. I appreciate what you do even though you think no one notices.

By the way, Serenity told me what you did for her and that only made me like you more.

I guess when I saw you in the secret place for the first time, I just found it interesting how you came to take refuge. I was there because I felt nervous about my first day at school. 

And when ditching class, I discovered you.

I'm imperfect, just like the rest of humankind. I need practice to work on my faults and I need help to correct what went wrong along the way.

 I regret a lot of things.

But I don't regret meeting you.

 I admire you.

Valentina Blue-Rose is a sixteen year old girl diagnosed with PCOS. As a result, she has developed immense weight gain-a characteristic which her peers and even family, acknowledge with disgust and disapproval. With one motive in mind (to finish high school in order to escape the small town of Crescent Towers) Valentina studies hard, whilst also trying to manage the constant bullying and torment of those around her.

However, upon crossing paths with Wyatt Hunter, a new student from Dubai, Blue-Rose soon discovers that there's more to life than remaining unnoticed, and living in accordance to society's standards. 
 
Hunter's support has offered her friendship, strength and the will to carry on. Despite the parental and social expectation, for the first time she craves to be an equal, striving for a good set of fiends, a healthy state of mind and in short, a 'normal' life.

There's only one question that remains: will Valentina's newfound confidence and the support of Wyatt, be able to overcome such an obstacle?

"Bright are the stars that shine, Dark is the sky, I know this love of mine, Will never die, Like I've died... Oh, Raven excuse me, those aren't the lyrics sorry about that," Johnny the skeletal bard chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.
"It's alright, Johnny, don't worry about it, you've been playing great," I said.
Johnny tipped his hat, "Thank you, Marla. Allow me to continue."
"Actually that's alright, I think it's time Marla and I head out," Raven looked me in the eye. "It's 8pm, I'd be happy to walk you home, or, if you'd like to come over my house and meet my parents, you'd be-"
"Yeah, I would love that," I beamed and stared.
Our lips were inches away from connecting.
"Sounds great, Johnny, you can head home now," Raven said, rotating his head away.
"As you wish, thank you for listening," Johnny bowed, stood perfectly still and sank into the earth in front of the fountain like going down an elevator.
"Raven this whole evening feels like a dream," I said.
"A good or bad dream?" his lip curled up.
"A good one."
"Come on, let's head out of here," Raven took my hand and lifted me up from the grass. We dusted ourselves off and sauntered towards the exit.
"Calling it a night already?' a punk kid's voice hissed.
Two tall figures emerged from the woods. A scrawny sunken cheeked kid and another who was quite muscular.
"Z-Z-Zonn, L-Lyzo? What are you guys doing here?" Raven pulled me behind him.
"Just hanging out, came to enjoy the little show you put on," Lyzo, the thinner kid sneered.
"Y-you guys s-saw th-"
"Yup. Saw the whole thing, Rave-y Jones. We were quite surprised you conjured up some hollows," Zonn cackled. "I thought you were a mage? Too good for us, are ya?"
"Please, I don't want any trouble, and please don't tell anyone!" Raven quaked.
"Just take your punishment and we'll forget the whole thing ever happened," Lyzo sneered.
"Please, I didn't hurt anyone, we're on our way out. I'll take my punishment back at Fyra, let me take her home, she's a vem, she hasn't done anything wrong!"
Lyzo snickered with a pig-squeal snort. "How about this, Rave', we'll give you a running start. 5...4..."
Raven sprinted at the exit, clutching onto my hand, holding on for dear life. I was expecting to see flashes of something come from behind us but they stopped counting at '1' and nothing happened.
I was running out of breath, but escaped. We were back outside the black pointed gates.
"I'm so sorry, usually no one from the other side comes to the fountain until midnight. I thought we'd have more time."
"Raven!" I blurted, still trying to catch my breath. "What the hell was that all about?"
"I can explain. Let's walk and talk though, we should really head to my house in case they follow us, but they shouldn't," he scoffed. "Can't believe they said... hollows," Raven shook his head. "It's a derogatory term for skeletons."
"I'm sorry that happened," I frowned.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," Raven hung his head.
We wandered away from the gated park, towards the graveyard which was on the edge of town where the farmlands started popping up.
"Fyra is the magical land where my people come from. It's kept a secret to this world. My demonstrations of necromancy in front of you were technically illegal but, I-don't-know, you just seem, special. We've been friends for a while now and I just know I can trust you," Raven said.
"Raven, I trust you too," I said. "Your secret is safe with me."
"Fyra is where I go every summer. On Baton Lake I get on a boat that takes me out to sea, and with the right incantation a brilliant green flame blazes on the horizon. You sail through the fire and you appear in the land of Fyra, hence 'the other side of the fire' in a lot of the spells."
I nodded. We strolled past the large town graveyard up to an empty plot of land next to it.
"We're here!" Raven smiled.
"You live in a field?" I chuckled.
"Kind of," he scanned the area to make sure no one was looking, then focused on the vast space. "Here's my home and here's my poem, the place where I always retire, hidden by the other side of the fire."
A three-story white brick house with black Gothic accents appeared in front of us. It reminded me of a castle with its towering turret and tall windows.
Raven jogged up the steps and spun around. "Come on!" he beckoned for me, even though I was rooted to the ground. "You gotta meet my parents, I think you'll get a kick out of them."
I nodded and followed Raven as if I was hypnotized, but there was nothing more I wanted than to dive deeper.
Inside the house the walls were festooned with skeletal art and jars of different colors containing parts of things in organized shelves.
From the living room on the left I heard a French song fill the air with two people singing: "Aux Champs-Elysées, aux Champs-Elysées Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysées"
"Mom, Dad! Could you turn that down? There's someone I'd like for you to meet!" Raven facepalmed himself and turned to me. "Sorry, they can be so embarrassing sometimes."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," I shrugged.
"Come on in here, Raven!" his dad called out.
The music stopped and he led me in the living room where his mom and dad were in the middle of the wide open floor, hand in hand, dancing. They looked like normal people, just paler than the average person.
They spun to face us and the color (what little they had) drained from both of their faces.
"Raven!" his mom yelped. "You brought company?"
"Yeah you didn't hear me because you were blasting your music like a bunch of savage teens," Raven eye-rolled. "Anyways, this is Marla, I wanted you two to meet her."
"Nice to meet you, I love your house," I smiled.
Their jaws were dangling. "Raven, can I have a word with you? In the other room? ...Now?" his dad said.

A compilation of different stories about magic in modern society

Isabella's pov:
"Come out already Sandra Collins." I was pacing outside the washroom for the past half hour.
She has been awake before me and was in the washroom for God knows how long. I never understand why people take so much time in shower.
"You have no patience girl." She finally showed up from behind the door, her wet hairs dripping on my bathrobe.
I gave her a glare and went to mom's room to see if I could find an extra for myself. My eyes diverted towards Xavier's room sending pain to my chest. I ignored the feelings and moved towards my parent's room. Luckily a found mom's bathrobe hung in her wardrobe. It still had her fading smell.
As I came back to my room Sandi was already dressed up and was drying her hair. I noticed after Raven came to her life she has changed. Sandi didn't have a great past about relationships and it was a fresh change for her. She is becoming more confident in her skin with every passing day and I am loving the change in her.
If this is what love does to you then I am in for it. 
Throwing a wink in her direction, I jumped in the washroom for the long awaited shower.
After we were dressed up and ready, we came downstairs to have breakfast. I was feeling really nervous to face Emma. Maybe they have known until now.
"Come on girls, I was waiting for you." Emma greeted us as her normal cheery self and I was relieved.
Sandi and I shared a knowing look.
After our usual greetings we settled down on the chairs, the appetizing aroma of pancakes filling my nostrils.
"Is Xavier up?" Emma asked a maid as they were serving her tea and I choked on my bite.
"Are you alright dear?" her focus shifted to me.
"Yeah, just choked on my the bite." I smiled at her and took a sip of my juice.
"No Mistress, young Master left already." the maid replied in a strange accent. She looked Asian and had a really innocent face and cute features. 
Thankfully I settled down his room before leaving otherwise they would have known. I finished the breakfast as fast as possible and pulled Sandi out in the garden with me.
"Now what's the plan." Sandi asked me as soon as we were alone.
"Raven," I stated simply.
She understood immediately and took out her phone.
"Hi babes," She greeted him playfully and I grabbed the phone from her.
"Hey honey bun." stroke my ear from the other side of the phone.
"Ewwww" I cringed.
"Who's there?"
"It's me Raven, Bella. Don't you recognize my voice now?" I rolled my eyes at Sandi who was looking at me impatiently.
Have some patience girl. 
"Oh bells, why are you talking from Sandi's phone?" he asked.
"Meet us at our usual spot. It's urgent." I told him and gave the phone to Sandi.
"Tell him the matter, I will be back in a sec." I whispered to her and ran inside to seek permission from Emma. I can't go anywhere without letting her know. 
***
"So what was it girls?" Raven inquired us with a plain look on his face.
We were sitting in our usual hang out Cafe and I was rocking back and forth on my chair trying to distract myself.
"I sacrificed my sleep for this. It better be important." Dylan added while sipping on his coffee. He had his usual moody tantrum scene going on.
"Xavier left home last night." Sandi blurted out before I could have thought of a decent attempt to explain the scenario.
"He mostly isn't home at night, what's the big deal about it." Dylan interjected with a bored face.
"Left mean left Dylan, like left with all of his stuff." I backed up.
"What?" The twins gasped at the same time.
"How, I mean why? How do you know about it?" Raven bombarded us with his questions and I felt guilty.
How can I tell them. 
"He must have another fight with his dad." Dylan said thoughtfully.
"No, he left because of...me."
"Because of you?" Raven looked confused. I noticed Dylan observed me with a keen eye instead of saying anything.
"It doesn't matter why he left guys, we need to bring him back before his parents know about it." Sandi changed the subject and I was grateful for her to do so. I was already ashamed of what I did.
"He didn't contact any of us." Raven and Dylan exchanged looks.
"Then contact him yourself." I had hope that they would be able to track him down.
Raven took out his phone and dialed the number. All of us leaned towards him as if our life depended on it.
No response for a while...
"Hey wassup man," Raven finally spoke and I let out a sigh of relief.
At Least he was safe...
"Nothing I was just thinking to hang out, where are you?" Raven was acting casual and I was hoping it would work.
"Wait what? When did she come back?" he sat straight suddenly, his face showing off a skeptical expression.
Who is she?
Did Xavier stay with a female?
A strong uneasy feeling crept my heart. I didn't understand what it was but I didn't like it.
"Okay will be there, bye." he cut off the line before turning back to us. 
"What did he say?" I was desperate to listen.
"Umm..." he looked hesitant for a moment. "He stayed at Delilah's apartment." he finished off and looked at me intently as if he was trying to see my reaction.
"Who's Delilah?" Sandi asked him.
"She is aunt Emma's niece and..." he stopped before completing the sentence.
"And?" I held my breath. 
"And Xavier's ex-girlfriend." Dylan finished the sentence and I felt like someone pushed me in a pool of cold water without warning.
Xavier stayed at his ex-girlfriend's house?
I can't blink for a few moments. I didn't understand what was going on in my mind and heart. There was sort of a war going on and I was unable to decide whether I didn't care or burned at the words I just heard.
"Okay so he must be enjoying his time then. We shouldn't disturb their privacy." I scoffed and stood up.
The three of them looked shocked at my sudden outburst and to be honest I was bewildered too.
Why did I even react this way?
I left their baffled faces behind and walked towards the exit. The loud chatter and heat of bodies around me was suffocating me in there. 
I felt really stupid for caring too much.
Maybe he moved out with his girlfriend and I was not even the reason.
I felt stupid for thinking about him whole night when he was just out there doing God knows what with his girlfriend.
Ew.
The poem must be about her too...
Something broke inside me.


[Steamy content/Not explicit] 


>VOLUME 1

He was known as wrath, she was just another ordinary girl who shifted in the town. 

There were dark rumors about him, it was advised to stay as far away from his shadow as possible but she was the only one who had the courage to chase not only his shadow but him as well, unaware of the consequences. 

They had opposite lives and never crossing pathways but fate had other plans... 

>VOLUME 2

Devastated by the bewildering truth about their real identities, an unseen curse, pain and the weird events around them, they were hellbound to find out about what has been hidden from them years ago. But their sufferings weren't limited to just that...there was a bigger danger...a much more threatening conspiracy being knitted against them... 

>VOLUME 3

Defeated by the dark but illuminated by the light within, she was ready to reappear in the search of her Love lost amongst the fog of time and to claim back what was hers. 

She was the one who had been said to be the beholder of the four most powerful abilities to ever exist, in a prophecy long ago but she has to discover that very fact about herself, yet. 

They used black magic to break their bond and to snatch her away from his soul but what they forgot was that Love is the biggest magic to ever exist, capable of defeating all!

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“He what!” Aiyana exclaimed with barely contained excitement. 

“He told me that he well wants me and wrote me a poem.” 

“He is will be a perfect distraction!” 

“That’s all it’ll be… even if it is something…” 

“Stop it! Nilly Willy wants you. Babe I would want that prime piece myself if I could have it! You are going to forget about that asshole and go in for the moral less literature professor. Imagine him spreading you on the class desk while he recites Dante. Whispering it in your ear as he thrusts deep inside you and calls you his Desdemona… or whatever else.” 

Scarlett had noticed mistake Aiyana made. She knew that Aiyana was imagining Mr. Arizona and her together. Scarlett aware that on a very basic level Aiyana lusted him. True they were friends now but the lust between the two was still palpable. They would never accept it, and yet when no one was looking at them their eyes betrayed the way they looked at each other. She only wished that it was they would ever do. Imagine and look. 

“Imagine his British accent grunting over your skin as he spanked you into submission…” 

“Oh god! Stop! You’re fucking turning me on!” 

Aiyana laughed. 

“So what are we wearing tomorrow…?” 

“Baby I am back… I missed you…” 

Aiyana was interrupted by Chris’ kiss on her neck before letting his head bury itself in the crook of her neck. His arms circling around Aiyana’s waist pressing her firmly against his body, letting her feel his hard arousal. Inviting her. 

“You better wear something sexy. I will come to pick you up for a once over. Now, I have to go. It seems I am finally going to get my cock.” 

“Yes yes you sex fiends continue…” 

Scarlett cut the call laughing. She couldn’t sleep after that. The exact images that Aiyana drew in her mind plagued her until the early hours of morning. 

William walked to Sky’s classroom excitedly. His long legs took sure long steps, eager to see his pink pixie. He had previously decided to teach them ‘The Raven’ today but after meeting Scarlett he decided to teach them about lust as depicted by old and modern writers. 

He laid a palm on the glass pane of the double doors that curtained him from Scarlett. Letting out a sigh as he embraced himself before pushing the door open and entering. 

“Good evening, class… Well I know I had said we’ll do ‘The Raven’ today but I have changed the plan. We’re going to talk about how lust shapes the center of love in old and new writers…” He trailed off looking for Scarlett disappointed when he could not see her or Aiyana. 

The class suddenly seemed until there was a knock on the door. Two sets of heads peaked in, Aiyana and Scarlett. 

“May we come in?” 

“It’s seems you girl’s ma…” 

Scarlett stepped into the classroom clad in a sundress. William trailed off as if in a daze as he watched her stand in front of her in it. The bodice was tight at her breasts, pushing them together in a way that had them fighting to let loose to his eyes. The neckline low enough to show the gracious cleavage. The line of her pushing breasts drawing images of lust to dance in front of his eyes. It lost the tight shape at her waist to flow against her hips before ending to just cover her modesty. 

She finished her teasing with a pair of high fuck me heels. She was surely out to kill him. Shifting uncomfortably he motioned the two women to walk to the empty desks in the front row. He was reacting to her and by the smirk on Aiyana’s lips they knew what she was doing. 

“Now before I talk about Francesca and Paolo and compare it with well, Anastasia and Christian, and yes I mean the characters of fifty shades of grey because come on lust doesn’t get more famous than that.” William chuckled before continuing. 

“I want to start this lecture with reciting a poem by Ellen Bass. It’s called Basket full of figs. I know she is more famous God and G spots and Sleeping with you but I find the sensual current in the poem more vibrant than color of sex she ever painted.” 

William’s ocean blue eyes scanned the classroom before inevitably catching Scarlett. The previously tethered heat now untamed. Sparking alive the licks of fire on both their skins. The sensual undercurrent almost palpable in that one look they gave. Unable to move. Unable to look away. And as the undercurrents of their arousal swirled taking captive the entire audience he spoke. 

His accent thicker than usual. His voice dropping a few tones, deepening the quality of his voice. Making it sound like a series of groans and grunts. 

“ 

Bring me your pain, love. Spread 

It out like fine rugs, silk sashes, 

Warm eggs, cinnamon 

And cloves in burlap sacks. Show me 

The detail, the intricate embroidery 

On the collar, tiny shell buttons, 

The hem stitched the way you were taught, 

Pricking just a thread, almost invisible” 

He eyed her meaningfully now. Letting the voice wash over her skin. Seducing and being seduced by the words that brushed their skin. He watched Scarlett react to him. Her legs clenching visibly under the desk. The material of the skirt rose up ever so little, revealing another inch of flesh. 

His lips felt dry as his hard arousal became more prominent. His tongue darted out of ever so slightly and brushed against his bottom lip, almost as if he was tasting her sex with his words. Lost in the images that danced as he continued to recite to her. His gaze never left hers. She knew he was speaking to her. 

“Unclasp it like jewels, the gold 

Still hot from your body. Empty 

Your basket of figs. Spill your wine. 

That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it, 

Cradling it on my tongue like the slick 

Seed of pomegranate. I would lift it 

Tenderly, as a great animal might 

Carry a small one in the private 

Cave of the mouth” 

Scarlett pressed her legs harder still, feeling her arousal pool between her legs. Affected by his gaze and voice. He was tasting her with his words. And she was responding to it with her own uncontained wetness. The conversation of the previous night sprung to life all over again. And now she knew what he would sound like. 

Helplessly she cupped herself through the dress. She knew he could see her because of the desks open design for more leg space. But, she was just as powerless. Her suspicions confirmed by the silence and the twitch of his jaw. 

He was watching her. Waiting to see what she would do next. She spread her legs apart, affording him unblocked view of her sex. 

“So, Francesca…” William started again. But, he sounded distracted. His fixed gaze on Scarlett giving away the reason. 

“Who can tell me about Francesca and Paolo?” 

Aiyana had a vague idea of what was going on under the desk, so she started talking. Giving William an excuse to look in their direction. Not that he seemed to care either ways. He was transfixed, lost. 

“Well, Francesca’s story was described in the second circle of Dante’s inferno. When, she has a brief conversation with Virgil and him there. She was married to Giovanni as a means to political alliance. But, her husband was a crippled man. Despite, being married to him she fell in love with Paolo, his younger brother. Paolo too was married to another woman. But, well they were helpless. Sneaking around lost deep in the pleasures of the skin. Unable to fight the raging storms of lust they had an affair. It carried on for ten years until one night they were caught in the act by Giovanni and he well… killed them…” 

William did not say anything. He hadn’t realized the speech was over as Scarlett had shifted the crotch of her thongs aside while Aiyana spoke, a finger beginning to tease her wet sex. She was goading him. 

“The class is over for today. You may go home. Something has come up!” William suddenly announced. 

Scarlett immediately closed her legs. Waiting patiently in her seat with Aiyana so as to not look suspicious. 

Once, everyone left Aiyana left. Leaving the two alone in the classroom to their heated tension. Smiling knowingly.

Let's play a game he said.
And I agreed.
He called it possession and the possession was me.
Maybe just this one night I'll let Mr. Arizona possess me.
I might call him sky when we are all together but secretly when he touches me, touches the heat of my skin and the lust that drips along my legs I call him Mr. Arizona again.
It's a vile game we play where he lights a fire on my skin and I call him Mr. Arizona, watching the fire burn within his eyes when I moan it again and again. 
It's lust. 
That's what Mr. Arizona means.
Just that single word and in different names as we play different games but tonight he calls it possession.
Not another game of lust. He invited me to be won. 
To be possessed by him.

Edward found the cuffs that bound his arms behind him uncomfortable. The metal was cold and Duke and placed them very tight on his thin wrists, cutting off their circulation. For some reason, Edward didn't quite mind the pain; it wasn't excruciating, merely an uncomfortable pinch. The dull lighting of the room glinted on his glasses, Edward glancing at his new psychologist, a pretty woman, relatively young and in good shape. She had a lovely smile too, very polite, her lips shining in the dull lighting of the room. An idea began to form inside Edward's head since he was going to be in here for a while, he might as well have some fun, messing around with his new psychologist. The key to not freaking them out was to slowly dip your two into the water, not dive in headfirst. Leaning back in the cold hard metal seat, Edward cocked his head as she asked him the pitifully predictable question, a smirk on his face, his long thin face morphing in glee.
"I'll answer if you can correctly guess the answer to my riddle, doctor," he proposed. "Riddle me this, I am greater than God, more evil than the devil, poor people have me, the rich need me, and if you eat me, you will die. What am I?" he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Edward was not one to talk about his past, preferring to keep it a secret to himself.  He had always been smart, even as a kid, but for some reason, his parents decided to abuse him, mocking him for his intelligence. Edward could still remember the contest at his school that had changed his life, oh how hard Ed worked to master that puzzle, working for hours on end. For some reason, he had thought winning would aid him in his quest for friendship; in the end, he had only picked on more, but his bullies were no longer a problem; Edward made it a priority once he had started his life of crime to bring them to a bitter and abysmal end. What they truly deserved.
Jess could tell Edward was feeling uncomfortable with the cuffs on with his arms behind his back. He wasn't complaining about them through which he relaxed in his chair. She observed his casual behavior though it would be because of the fact it was day one. She listened to what he was saying, hearing he wanted to ask her a riddle, which she knew was to test her intelligence like the rest of Gotham people. Didn't bother her, to be honest, since it happened to be his ammo and would be alright with answering it since she listened carefully to the riddle. Thinking on for a while, making sure she had the right answer.
"Alright, Mr. Nygma, I'll answer your riddle," she said, agreeing, "The answer to your riddle is nothing. Nothing is greater than God; Nothing is eviler than the devil, poor people have nothing, rich people need nothing if you eat nothing you'll die."
She felt confident in the answer because she knew that it was right. Of course, it would be cocky of her to get overconfident or get pig-headed quickly. Keeping her outside appearance casual and calm, she wanted things to go smoothly. Jess, not wanting to upset him in any way, figuring that playing along with his riddle game would keep him at bay. Though no one besides Batman had figured out his riddles, according to Edward, Batman cheated to figure them out.
Did she figure it out? How? No one could've solved his riddle that fasts without cheating? Doesn't make any sense? A smile found its way on the brunette man's face. It was always a refreshing change of pace to find someone who could figure out his puzzles and riddles without cheating like the fucking caped crusader.  
"Well done, Doctor," he praised the smaller pretty woman who sat before him.
The gears were turning inside his head. She was smart. Not quite as bright as him, of course, nobody was, but she was intelligent. He found intelligence a rather attractive trait, a more relaxed expression on his face as he leaned back in his chair.
"To answer your previous question, I am doing fine. The food here isn't the best, the cots are rather hard, but for some reason, I am just in a good mood," paused for a second, eyes glinting with malicious intent.
Edward had never been dominant on the dating scene, women finding his obsession with riddles and puzzles a little odd and his appearance to average. Shaking his head, he mentally scolded himself. He should not distract himself; he had to devise a plan to escape the asylum; he needed to figure out who the real Batman was. However, it couldn't hurt to have some fun along the way now, could it?
"Your the first person to figure out my riddles that quickly without help, say now Dr. De' Vil, are you a fan of puzzles?" Edward asked, tilting his head to the side a bit like an eager puppy might.
Puzzles and riddles had changed his life; the prize for completing one at his school had been a lovely book of puzzles and riddles to solve, the book becoming a comfort to the boy, a warmth that had turned into his life. It had brought him peace and happiness after prolonged beatings and wretched days at school. It had helped him discover who he was, why Edward was the prince of puzzles, a title he would gladly carry to his grave. Edward leaned in closer to her, not to close though; he was merely dipping his toe in the water, not diving headfirst.
Jess looked over at Edward, seeing he was smiling relaxed her mind listening to him praising her for figuring it out. She nodded when he was alright though he didn't enjoy the place's environment was healthy for anyone, even the people who worked here. Hearing that Jessica was the first person not to cheat was something. Assume was a compliment, something she would expect from The Prince of Puzzles and Riddles himself. She smiled upon his head, tilting to the side like a puppy. It was cute.
"Well, Mr. Nygma, I do enjoy riddles and puzzles if I'm bored at times. The books I enjoy are Sherlock Holmes novels. My favorite one is the Hound of the Baskervilles. I chuckle at the moments when Holmes gets over-excited about something he figures out. I honestly have been fascinated with crime shows when growing up to understand why people act the way they do instead of others. I understand how some people have never helped because of their fear of not thinking anyone could understand. Indeed, not everyone could ever understand certain situations without experiencing themselves, but I would like to think some people could relate to someone's pain. Since the pain we all feel is the same regardless of the situation one has been through," she explained, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "It's what made me get into this field; I believe there are reasons to a criminal's motive for living this life. Most of the time, it's because of repressed memories of one's past triggered in their adult years that causes them to snap, or they have passed down mental illness from family bloodlines. They all have pain that's similar though ones who weren't giving a chance to tell anyone about their problems."
Sherlock Holmes had always been some of his favorite books to read. Sir Arthur was a mastermind when it came to writing mystery novels. The tale of The Hounds of Baskerville had also been a favorite of his; he could remember this first time he had read it, the story had kept him on the tip of his toes only to find out, in the end, it was Stapleton in the end. Edward could remember convinced it was the butler, oh how young and foolish Edward had been all those years ago. Moreover, times have changed, and as he re-read some of his childhood favorites, Edward could quickly figure out the plot with ease. 
"Have you ever read The Murders in the Rue Morgue?" Edward asked his doctor, "If you haven't, one will surely surprise you," he said with a chuckle.  
In Edgar Allan Poe's short mystery novel, no one could suspect that the gruesome murders had committed by an overgrown monkey, how-how that one had surprised him. It was a nice change of pace to find someone who shared his interest, who didn't seem to write him off as just a foolish criminal. Her words were very well put together. Edward even found himself nodding along to her.
"Everyone is a puzzle. Everyone has secrets they try to hide, thinking they are complex and complicated. However, most people can figure out in minutes," Edward said.
Hooking his foot behind his chair, Edward scooted closer to the table, leaning forward a bit as he stared at his doctor with a curious look on his face. A few things he could tell about her right off the bat was that she was wealthy; however, he knew the amount psychologists made, and from her outfit, she either had a well-paying job before this or was born into a wealthy family. She had a long graceful body, a proportionate face, a particular type of effortless beauty. He had seen her walk as she made her way to the chair; her body had a specific kind of step to it. Perhaps she had been a dancer or a model of sorts?
Jess listened to what he was talking about, along with him getting lost in his thoughts, probably seeing a smile. Something happy, which would be nice to see him like this since he usually would be in that cell thinking about how to take down the Batman or wonder how he cheated. Hearing him get excited and talk like this was better than always talking about his crimes. She wanted to have relaxed to ask him personal questions. She wanted to know about his interests and hobbies. Things about him, people never thought about asking him. Knowing about a person's identity and self was just as important as the crimes. Smiling at him and nodded, she knew it was Edgar Allen Poe since the author interested her.
"The House of Usher, The Pit, and the Pendulum, Tell-Tale Heart, The Raven. Classics, I have heard about that one though I haven't had the time to read it. I have the complete collection of Edgar Allan Poe in one big hardback book I have in my office. I love The Raven. I remember in 8th grade it was in our literature. For Halloween, the teacher asked us to pick out a poem or story from the book. Then read it in class and read it. Honestly, people don't know what that is about; it has to do with a man meeting his end in the story, for he talks about his departed love Lenore. How he misses her and the Raven is the omen of death. When a Raven has seen, it has to do with someone is dead or someone is going to die," she explained, noticing his expression was curiosity now, "Yes, they do as you have proven is that no problem is too complex to crack. Though at the same time, you have a secret too, one no one else has intended to crack. What caused you to take the life of crime? And I do believe I've figured it out. Unfortunately, for you, it would cause you to talk about your childhood. I know people don't want to talk it and kick it to the side, especially dark. You want to know a secret, you're crazy, but some of the best people are. I do like the line from Alice in Wonderland. I'm not stating you are; I was quoting a line, anyway, would you like to hear what I think about your reasons for becoming the Riddler?"
Literature had always been fascinating to him; the way some people thought and created complex stories in their head always seemed beautiful to Edward. When he was a young boy, perhaps four or five, he had thought of becoming an author, but he lacked the creative element that authors required to create vivid and complex characters and bring them to life, the ability to create worlds just as real as our own. Edward had never been the artsy type, and his brain was more left than right, preferring the comfort that puzzles brought him. From jigsaws to trivia, to complex calculus, they were like his security blanket that would help fuel his thirst, his thirst for knowledge, power, and superiority, a chance to prove he wasn't as weak as people made the wiry man out to be. The mere thought of those moronic bullies pushing him around, pinning his arms behind his back as they pummeled his stomach with their fists, taunting him and calling him a nerd and geek was enough to make Edward grit his teeth in hatred. He no longer had to worry about bullies anymore; after all, they had been far too slow to figure out the puzzle that ended their lives.
Edward wasn't the biggest fan of murder, but he wasn't afraid to do it when needed. And who wouldn't want to kill their childhood bullies, revenge for all the pain and humiliation they had caused him. Well, look who ended out on top. Edward perked up as Dr. De' Vil spoke, her tone calm and understanding, a pleasant change of pace from the dull psychologists who hated him. Her words perked him up a bit as he sat up in his chair; well, this should be good; the little doctor already thinks she knows what drove him to become the man he was today, the mighty Riddler? The Prince of Puzzles? How cute, sometimes Edward himself wasn't sure what drove him to the green mask he donned to commit crimes, why he bothered with all the elaborate riddles. Perhaps it drove from a need to prove himself, to show the world he was stable and better than all of them, a fact he knew deep down. Perhaps not, though, Edward wasn't very keen on the idea of spilling out all his dark secrets and daddy issues, preferring much more to toy with people.
"Go ahead, Dr. De' Vil, tell me what you think," he said with a smirk etched on his face, wanting to hear what the woman who sat before him had to say.
Perhaps if she guessed close, he would give her another riddle to solve, dodging each personal question she threw at him. Edward was everything, if not persistent, very set, and determined in his ways.

Raven's POV:

I watched as they left and smiled softly. They're so cute together... I giggled a bit and looked towards the girls as they started to spell their mommy's names. Peyton got hers wrong by one letter- pretty good for her age and considering it was a big name. She giggled, thinking it was right. I reached over and moved one of the letters to show her the correct way to spell it, making her frown. "Mommy's name isn't spelled like that."

"Yes it is.... You almost had it sweetie," I told her, giving her a sweet smile. She gave a small nod after watching me for a few minutes. 

"Aiyana, I'm tiwred! Come to bed with me!" She giggled and grabbed her, starting to pull them towards the door. 

"Want me to tuck you in?" I asked with a smirk, standing up. They looked up at me innocently. 

"Will we get a bed time story?" Aiyana asked, blushing a bit as she hid a little behind her friend.

"Hmm... Sure," I said and giggled, walking over and picking the two girls up. I teleported them to Peyton's room and laid them in the bed, tucking them in. I walked over to the bookshelf and picked up Cinderella, taking it to them and opening it to page one. They giggled at the sight of it and then curled up to each other. Raising an eyebrow, I began telling them and watched as they fell asleep together, not even letting me finish. I sighed and set the book aside before teleporting to the living room. For some reason... I felt like I was forgetting something....ever since Paris came home. It was on the tip of my mind, but I couldn't recall it. I frowned and sat down on the couch. Hachi appeared in front of me, drinking tea.

"Hi Raven." Hachi purred. I looked up at him then.

"Hey Hachi," I said, deciding to put my troublesome memory aside for now. He didn't need to see that. It was my problem. He tilted his head and smirked. 

"You look bothered. Want to go somewhere with me?" Hachi asked. I frowned at him.

"Like where?" I asked as I slouched on the couch, not interested in sitting properly at the moment. He took a seat by me and looked me in the eyes. 

"To Neverland of course." His voice hinted he was teasing with me. I laughed, shaking my head.

"I'm fine Hachi.... Just, well...confused, but other than that, I'm fine. Besides, this is Neverland. Paris is Pan," I said and giggled. He nodded. 

"You're right. I'm Tink." He crossed his arms and laughed. 

"Richard is Wendy," I joked and then curled up on the couch, dangling my feet over the edge as I watched him. "So what do you want Hachi?" He shrugged and leaned against me then, sipping on his tea. 

"I'm waiting." He informed me. 

"On what? More brownies?" I asked and raised an eyebrow as I studied him. 

"I stopped making those. You want to try some cool things?" Hachi asked me curiously and pulled out a potion in his pocket. I frowned. Why is he messing around with potions at the moment?

"What is that?" I asked curiously. 

"Well it'll turn you into an animal~ Your spirit animal. Native American's used these... sort of." He dangled it in front of my face. "Want to try it?" 

"How long does it take to wear off?" I frowned. That would be cool...to be an animal for a bit- just not forever. 

"Around.... a night. Depending on how long it takes you." He smirked as he left it at that. 

"Takes me to get around to trying it?" I raised an eyebrow at him. 

"Something like that." He nodded at me. I thought it over and then gave a nod. 

"Sure, I don't have anything else to do." I shrugged as I sat up more. He gave me the bottle. 

"Bottoms up." He told me and relaxed into the couch. "I should give it to Louis..." He laughed. I laughed at that. I wonder what he'd be.... Possibly a wolf because of his mate. That would be funny. I popped the top then and raised it to my lips.

"Any side effects?" I asked, pausing.

"You are my guinea pig." He informed me then tipped it into my mouth before I could pull away. I widened my eyes as it went into my mouth then and tried not to swallow it, watching him. I'M A FREAKING GUINEA PIG?! "The book said that it would depend on the person." He told me and smirked. That's not vague at all! I narrowed my eyes at him and almost swallowed it to yell at him for making me drink it. I glared him down then. He looked me over curiously. "I bet you end up being a raven." He teased me. "Come on, I don't have all day." PARIS! I know you tap in on thoughts! I crossed my arms as the potion started to taste bad, making me want to gag. "Raven, drink it." He urged then pinched my arm to make me. I widened my eyes as I jumped, swallowing the potion accidentally. 

"YOU DON'T JUST MAKE SOMEONE DRINK SOMETHING BEFORE YOU TELL THEM THEY'RE A GUINEA PIG!" I hissed, starting to freak out. 

"The best part is that if you die, Paris will bail you out of hell." Hachi promised. I frowned then.

"That's not fair to Paris," I told him. I widened my eyes as I felt my body go numb, making me fall over face first into the couch next to Hachi. He poked me in the cheek as he looked at me curiously. 

"Rave? Your not mad are you?" He asked me. "Are you alive?" He bit his bottom lip. I let out a small noise to let him know I was still alive, but I started to lose conscience.

Hachi's POV:

I poked her in the face as I watched her pretty white skin turning into feathers and her body shifted into a bird~ a raven. "Raven! How pretty." I mumbled and scooped her up into my hands. I had my magic teleport us into Dante's house to show off what I done. "Dante! Guess what!" I called. "I have a new pet!" I giggled. Of course when she wakes up her timer will start counting down and she will turn back.... so the book said. Dante appeared in front of me and frowned, seeing her.

"It's a... bird. I didn't know you liked them," he said and sat down. She twitched in my hands then, her wings fluttering a bit. She picked up her head and looked at me, tilting her head to see me better. 

"No.... It's Raven." I told him and smirked. His eyes widened.

"You...turned her into a bird? HACHI! You knew we needed her! Plus she's mine!" He hissed at me, narrowing his eyes. 

"It's not permanent." I promised. "She's just posing as my guinea pig. I needed to test it out on someone as equally insane as I am... who better then Raven?" I smirked, proud of myself. "So want to pet her?" She stood up shakily in my hands and then pecked at me, drawing blood. Dante laughed.

"I think she's a bit upset with you," he told me. "Seems that she doesn't like the idea of you making her risk everything because you didn't want to." I squeaked and dropped her into the floor. 

"Bad black bird." I hissed. "Raven you can't just go around hurting people." She made an angry noise at me as she tried to stand up again, falling down and then trying her wings to balance herself. She managed to get a grip on standing and then looked up at me, poofing out her feathers to make herself look big and intimidating. I laughed and got onto the couch, sitting cross legged. "Dante, want to try it? It'll only last a few hours." I told him and pulled out a tiny bottle of the potion to give to him. He shook his head no.

"I don't drink things from wizards.... They can't be trusted like that," he told me simply and glanced at Raven. "Besides, I'd prefer not to end up like her and get you calling me your pet like you did her a few minutes ago." He laughed and held out his hand to her. She tried to fly over, but she had to stick to walking, not yet used to her new feathers. She jumped up into his hand and curled up, watching us. 

"I bet you are a snake. A kings snake." I hissed towards Dante then moved onto the coffee table, shifting to it for a reason. I looked at the bottle in my hand, debating about drinking it now or not. Raven looked at it and flew over, landing on my arm and worked the bottle out of my hand then flew off with it. "HEY! GIVE ME THAT BACK!" I flicked my hand and had a cage form around her then and was chained to the ceiling to give it a nice effect. I walked over to her, seeing the cage didn't have a door on it. "Don't go flying off with my potions." I hissed. She regarded me then as she rested, keeping the potion under her and watching me closely. She titled her head and then started to look at her feathers curiously. I reached through the bars and took my potion back from her then put it in my pocket. I made a door appear on the cage, having it open for her freedom then walked over to Dante. "You know... I like her as a bird. She could be of some use to us like that. A wonderful spy." He glanced at her then nodded.

"Yes... I guess it would be helpful.... We could use the potion on her later if we need to get intel on something. Oh, I got something for Laurence," he said and dangled a bracelet in front of me. "We are going to use it on him and then we will use it on Oz." I nodded as I took the bracelet then tucked it away into my pocket. 

"What does it do again?" I asked him, incase he had told me. I smiled innocently and sat down by him. 

"It takes away the power of those who wear it. It cannot be removed except for by the one who put it on, so it works as a trap for the supernatural. It would even strip you of your magic if it was placed on you...." He told me and smirked. "But we are going to use it on Laurence when we go for him. We want him to believe it is real so that Oz believes it is real, and we don't want him seeing anything in the future while we are busy. After that, we will slip it on Oz after he thinks you banished Laurence. He'll be powerless and all ours." 

"Sounds cool." I smiled at the thought. "It should be destroyed though.... After we punish Oz." I didn't want to end up being the next one in it of course. 

"No, it belongs to Isabelle.... It was a gift from Louis who had it made one of a kind from some powerful witch. I only heard rumors of it, so I had to find it in her room to steal it. We will return it when we are done using it. We don't need them as our enemy," he said, not sounding like it was up for debate. He glanced towards Raven who had flown over and was resting on the back of the couch, listening. I nodded then.

"Fine, we won't destroy it." I told him. I'll just talk to Isabelle about destroying it later. I smirked towards Dante. "Want some?" I asked, pulling the potion back out. 

"Umm...No... You see, I have to turn Charlie tonight," he told me with a smirk. I smiled sweetly towards him. 

"Oh you found Charlie!" I hoped he didn't already tell me that... Ops. "So how will you turn him?" I asked curiously and leaned in to listen. 

"Not a word goes back to anyone that Charlie is found," he told me. "I plan to force him into it since how he has been against it....should be fun." He laughed wickedly then and stood up. "You two are free to use the house tonight for whatever you want. Don't destroy it." He disappeared then, leaving the two of us alone in the living room. I frowned as he had disappeared on us. 

"Well... Want to go home Raven?" I asked as I looked towards her. I held out my arm, waiting for her to get on. She flew onto it and crowed at me as she started up my arm to my shoulder, nestling up against my neck. I giggled and then used my magic to take us to Paris's manor. We appeared in Paris's study this time. She sat up on my shoulder straighter as she saw them in the room, but she didn't leave me. 

"What's with the raven?" Paris asked me as he was leaned back in his chair, drinking some type of alcohol I wasn't familiar with. 

"This is Raven." I explained. "She's being my Guinea pig at the moment." I walked over to Richard so he could see her, then walked over to Paris. 

"You know... she reminds me of the raven from that Edgar Poe poem when she looks like that," Richard murmured as he walked back with me to Paris. 

"That's strange..." I heard Paris mumbling to himself. "I never seen something like this before... sure a man into a wolf.. but a vampire into a bird?" He laughed then at the thought. 

"I'm trying to fix the potion up a bit more." I admitted. "You should have seen the mice I was experimenting on earlier, while I made brownies." 

"She better come out of this fine," Richard told me, reaching out and petting her. She made a small noise and had moved her wings a bit to keep balanced. 

"She will." I promised. Paris gave me an eyebrow raise before reaching out to pet Raven on the head. 

"If she turns back and kills you, I won't be too happy." Paris told me. She leaned her head up against his hand and then flew onto his arm, catching her balance quickly. 

"I bet she kills him," Richard said and smirked at me. Paris kissed the top of Raven's head then looked back at me. 

"So, you can turn vampires into animals now Hachi, how does that make you feel? I know I'm proud of you." He said as he rubbed my head.

"It's just like any ordinary spell." I whispered. "Not as thrilling as when I accidentally..." I trailed off as I thought of how I turned myself immortal by accident. Now I never age, so I can't die. Raven looked up at me and then up at Paris, moving up his arm to his shoulder and nestling against his neck. She crowed and rubbed her head against his neck. Richard laughed at it and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Just don't turn any of us into animals, ok Hachi?" He whispered to me and rubbed my head. I nodded then. 

"Just testing it, I want to use this against our enemies." I suggested to them. "Turn them into pets." I laughed and bit my bottom lip. "Maybe even just for my own amusement." I smirked and sat down on the desk. She flew onto my shoulder then and made a biting motion towards me teasingly.

"On our enemies would be cool," Richard agreed as he sat down in Paris's lap. I nodded and smiled. Paris kissed Richard and purred into his ear. I raised an eyebrow then got up. 

"I'm going to my room now." I told them and used my magic to take Raven to her room. Her mate wasn't in there so I sat her down on the bed and then pulled out the antidote I made. "Here... try this." I suggested. "It should reverse this~" I waved my hands across what happened to her. She took it from me and started to eat the pill then flew over to her pillow, landing on it as she started to get dizzy. I waited to see what would happen and after five minutes she started to transform back into her vampire form. I took a step back from her incase she was upset at me. She groaned a bit and sat up, holding her head with one hand and watching me.

"That gave me a brain splitting headache Hachi," she told me and winced. "Why do I feel like I can't remember something... I can't think too hard because my mind keeps scattering my thoughts every time I feel like I get close to the answer.... and I guess I can forgive you for the whole forcing me to drink it." She closed her eyes as she laid down, massaging her temples. I nodded as I watched her. 

"Hmmm~ Thanks Rave for answering my questions about my latest passion! These are going to be fun to work with later on in the future against my enemies. I'm going to convert them into my hand wave powers.... or something similar to it. At least I know I got the formula right!" I smirked then left her there. I appeared in my bedroom, but got a better idea. I smirked and left the manor for town. I wanted to go out and test the waters to see what I can find out on my own about these missing high school graduates. Plus I might find another wizard if I'm lucky enough.... though I would probably have better luck in Val's territories rather then Maine... If I found a wizard I could eat and consume his(or her) powers and be a happy wizard for the night. It would serve the wizard right for coming into my territory uninvited. I laughed evilly at the thought~ soups on. I could make a nice wizards stew. My mouth watered at the idea.

"That night we first met, I broke a vampire law. I had a taste of blood. It was his. We then found out why everyone was against it. The taste... the smell... it was alluring. Beautiful. I wanted nothing more but his. We became inspeperable. I desired him. I still do. We are two stars destined to be beside each other in the night sky for all eternity. And, I will be damned if anyone tries to destroy us. Even if that is you, Louis." - Paris Grimm

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