How to be a Vixen - Amber Bay (1)

Chapter One
The beginning of a new born Vixen.

To: Desire Avens <[e-mail]>
From: D. C <[e-mail]>
Title: Got Demons? <Unread>

Hello Avens.

I know what's on your mind after you read my ever so eye catching title. Who is this person and how does he know about the supernatural?

And here's the point where I say, shut up with the questions because they don't concern you. What does concern me however, is what you know. Whether you choose to reply to this email or not, it's merely your choice.

The things that you've been dealing with lately, hows that going eh? I bet you've gotten quite some bruises from those corrupted souls. Tell me, do you know what those kind of Demons are called? Do you know what they do?

I'm curious, really. Entertain me, will you?

Regards,
D. C.

P.S. Don't even bother asking me how and why I know your email address. I know a lot more than you think.

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Now here's what I don't appreciate. I come home, completely exhausted from a full day of listening to Mr. Patterson's speech about the human cranium that will evidently appear on our tests next week, and the first thing I get when I walk through the door is...

"Guess what Des!? Dad's being transferred back to the states! Oh yeah!"

That's when my social life completely shattered and crashed around me in about a million pieces. Don't get me wrong, I'm head over heels for my dad. I knew that this job meant a lot to him. Being a lawyer in one of the best law firms in the world is something for sure not to forget the limitless transferring he had to do, but excuse me? Did anyone bother to think about me? I'm the one having the hard time fitting in and we moved here a year ago. He was being transferred again? I felt like grasping my hair and stamping my feet like am immature six year old, instead I blinked and tilted my head slightly to see my dad sitting on the couch, circling something that looks like real-estate ads, obviously not taking any notice of me. I looked back at my brother's face, his lips curved into a witty grin. I knew he didn't fancy London, but once again, no one bothered to take the time to ask me what {i]I wanted for once. Typical really. These days dad really only focused on my older brother Gregory and my older sister Jessica. I honestly thought that all the attention would be directed to me when I was born but oh no, the moment I started to become a serious a 'pain in the backside' my father corrected when I used 'ass' rather than backside, he started to just give up on me, telling me he was starting to get sick and tired of having to have to pick me up from detention. Hey, I wasn't that much of a trouble maker alright? I'm generally speaking a very calm... A very peaceful person. Ha, okay. Who am I kidding? Why sugarcoat things? Yes, I admit that I do get into detention quite frequently but I'm not some kind of rebel off taking drugs or sulking in the corner from depression. So not me.

"Where to?" I asked quietly, and shoved my brother out of the away causing him to grunt a curse and my dad to look up and shoot him a warningly look. My brother just raised his hands in defense and left me and my dad alone in the living room of our four bedroom apartment. That was the great thing about my dad's job, he gets well paid and he doesn't have to pay for the rent but seeing that he was flipping through real-estate ads, I was starting to think that this move might be permanent. Well it better be! Another move would not only ruin my social life that I'll probably never properly have but it would drive my insane. And if he even thought about getting a three room apartment, I swear... Well, you'll be dealing with a very furious teenager who refuses to share a bedroom with her older sister who insisted on having pink wallpaper and hanging posters with pop stars such as Destiny's Child and Christina Aguilera. I however was for the lavender-grey blue wallpapers and wanted to hang actual art. I'm not an art freak or do I take particular interest in art but I just like making my room as cozy as possible. I'm more into the whole candle and teddy bear thing whereas my sister has the Vogue magazines on her bed and listens to Jennifer Lopez to the point where it might damage my delicate brain.

"Well?" I asked, getting a bit impatient as I flopped down in an armchair across from the couch and to our right was a rather large television that was flipped onto the news but the mute was off. My dad looked up at me and closed the magazine then placed the pen on top before leaning back and crossing his arms. Either he was just as pissed off about this move as I was, or he was thinking hard which he usually did when he was leaning back with his arms crossed and staring at simply in front of him. You know, I hate it when adults do that. They just stare and look at you as if you are speaking nonsense when we ask them a basic and non-brain thinking question.

"DAD!"

Yep, that did the trick. He jerked slightly and blinked couple of times before chuckling slightly. "I'm sorry, Des. Just thinking. What did you say honey?". Oh smashing basil. I rolled my eyes and repeated the question, and surprised me with an answer that left my jaw dropping (Which usually doesn't happen very often.) I've seen some supernatural stuff in my life and sure it had my open gaping every now and then but this was just from both happiness and surprise. "They are moving me back to Amber Bay" he said, a small smile crossing his face. Amber Bay was like Manhattan Beach -in fact it was rather close- only it had a big city in the center and then the coast with the blue surfer waves and white sand going along the side of one part of the city then with a good five minute drive away you were in the peaceful neighborhood with another five minute walk to the beach. It was kind of New York and Miami combined together. But the best part of it was that it was where I used to live when I was still in elementary and let me tell you, the place is off the hook. Well, I can't say much now since I haven't been there in about. Oh my god. I'll be entering Sophomore year already.

Oh my god.

What if my friends won't recognize me?

After all... I have only kept in contact with two of them. Christina and Tray. But I've only received an email from Christina like three months ago and Tray six month ago. And even in our emails we didn't have much to say because we basically didn't know who each other were anymore. I knew that Christina has gone into singing and Tray has taken up riding the waves but that was it! THAT WAS IT! I was doomed. Hello eternal inferno, here I come. What if we had nothing in common? What if they wouldn't like me? God knows I have changed quite a lot since I was eight but still! I was still the same ebony wavy locks past shoulder haired Desire Vixen Avens. Now I really did feel like pulling my hair out. "Dad... I'm happy, I really am... But how can we afford a place like Amber Bay if... Well by the looks of it you're planning on buying a house" I said, and pointed at the magazine that said "Sunset Houses, the number one magazine for finding your dream house in the United States". Still sounded a bit cheesy in my opinion. Amber Bay was an expensive place, and only middle classed or wealthily people lived in a place like that. And even with Dads month cheque I don't think he can actually afford a house and put us into prep school. Yep, that's right. There was only prep and private schools on Amber Bay and I have high thoughts that I'm going to have to start doing a part time job if I want to keep up with Christina and her fashion.

And what about Jessica? She couldn't even last a day when our dad took us on a around trip in Africa for his business. Even though it was for a week, she was freaking and yelling how she needed to get back on that plane since she had forgotten her cosmetic bag. How on earth would she survive at a prep school without having a good decent amount of clothes and keeping up with the newest seasonal style? And what about Gregory? He would need football equipment and even though he had a year left of high school, he would still cost dad a decent amount of money. Especially if he doesn't get a scholarship. Oh, there would be no pieces left of Gregory if Jessica found out that all her monthly allowance ended up going to his university funds. My dad still seemed happy however and flipped the book open again. "I already found a great place, Alex. I think you'll like it too. It has a great view and it's only less than a eight minute walk to the beach and a short drive away from Saint Oliver's. Isn't that where your friends go?" he asked in a cheerful tone and slid the magazine across the coffee table for me to have a look for myself.

I pull the mag on my lap and stare down a full page dedicated to one white medium sized house with pictures of the inside and showed that it was all relatively new. It looked a lot better than this place at least. Living in the busy streets of London was a pain sometimes even though Jessica loved the close shopping malls and there was a fitness gym that Gregory always spent his free time working out at and flirting with some chick that just happened to be there every Thursday and Friday evening at the exact time he was. Not that I'm interested in both my older siblings love life but they both have horrible taste in my opinion. Gregory always fell for the skinny blonde haired blue eyes babe who thought that calories were like hostile enemies from below. And then Jessica... Well, Jessica was picky. That was that. Unlike me of course, she has males chasing her all the time. I however, well. Let's not go into my love life. Because there is nothing but a blank page. I swear... Sometimes I feel like I'm never going to actually have a love life. And it's times like this where I desperately just want to curl up in a romance book like Romeo and Juliet and just fantasize about actually having a love life. You know, I sometimes just snicker at things that's pathetic like this, but all I feel when I know that I'll never be as stunning as my older sister Jessica, is some pain and pity for myself. I know, it's ridiculous and I've been told many times to get my act together. It's hard alright?! It's hard knowing that you don't have the slightest chance of experiences what my sister has.

Might as well as just get to the point and say: When I mean sister and brother, I mean step-sister and step-brother. And when I state that my name is an emotion, one that I'll probably never feel till Death/Grim Reaper comes with his black flopping robe and his scythe. Oh I can see it now.

"What are you doing here, Death?"

"Yeah dudeee sizzle my wizzle yo. So where is this chick that died from teenage stress and drama".

"Yeah, that's me"

"Bwuahaha! You? YOU? Girl, you must have died from lack of style because damn yo. Those converse doesn't match your school uniform and it makes your calfs look fat"

Yeah, not my ideal way of getting picked up by Death. Him saying stuff as Yo, and Sizzle my Wizzle that made no sense at all just doesn't seem well... Surreal. And what about my school uniform anyways?! Argh, yes. Girls wore grey pleated skirt and a white blouse with a blue sweater tossed over while the guys wore black pants and the same button up shirt. It wasn't that bad. I mean this way people don't criticize you on your style but while all girls wore proper black shoes, either slightly heeled or not, NO ONE and I mean NO ONE wear converses at my school. Not even the guys and does it really make my calfs look fat? Anyways, back to my step-sister and brother. No, I only have half of their blood seeing that I'm the only child my mother had before she passed away. Gregory and Jessica were purely my dads James son and daughter and some blonde haired chick that probably looked like Jessica. Stunning and gorgeous only. I never asked what happened between them nor do I really want to. I was just happy my dad met my mom because the last few years before she passed away was the best years in her life and mine as well.

I guess part of me always wished that I would have got to known my mother better because I was only 4 years old at the time. But she was to only come back for a minute or two just to tell me loved me and whatnot, I rather not see her just to let her break my heart all over again. I guess it's hard for Jessica and Gregory as well to adapt a life without a mother that left them at such a young age, but it was harder when you know for sure that you will never get to see your mother again. And as much as I would love to dwell on the past I don't so the topic of my mother never usually comes up unless it's my diary.

And my name.

My name.

Desire Vixen Avens.

Who names her kid...

a.) An emotion. One that may I repeat, will I never feel until the day Grim Reaper comes with seriously bling and a black hoodie rather than a robe.

b.) Vixen? VIXEN? Now that's just wrong. I am not... A malicious woman with fierce temper. I am not -

"So what do you think?"

Oh right. Looking back down at the page, I saw that -again- it was indeed a very nice house. Seemed big enough for each of us to have our own room at least. "I think it's great, dad" I said in a casual manner. I have nothing else to say really. Whatever I say will be just ignore with a wave of the hand anyways so why even bother? I tossed the magazine lazily back on the table and shrugged slightly. "So whens the big move?". That's what I said everytime we were moving and I was expecting the same answer only this time I didn't get it. Full of surprises now are we dad? I know that today is my last day but aren't we going a wee bit fast? "I was thinking in a week or two. This is a great deal and an old pal of mine is willing to help us get a loan".

"Oh?"

But my attention was somewhere else. To the TV. I folded my legs on the couch and tugged my skirt over slightly before reaching over for the remote. I flicked on the mute and unlike my dad, he didn't seem so interested. "Same tragic news all morning. Well, might as well as get dinner started. Wash up before you come down, alright and try not to wear anything nice. I haven't told Jessica about the move yet...".

Great. Just great dad.

You haven't told Jessica about that move? Well you just wait and see what kind of temper tantrum she is going to throw. Last time dad told her that her allowance would be deducted for a half a year along with her cheerleading practice since she was practically flunking her grades, she stood up so fast and accidently knocked the whole table over, leaving my DNKY sweater in complete ruins.

Thanks dad. You're going to do it this time.

Sighing, I just shook my head and turned my gaze back to the television. My thoughts of Jessica and her big blonde head wrecking dinner flying out of the nearest window.

"Three children today have been claimed to have suffered an illness before dying. What the illness was is still undergoing research".

"We've seen cases like this before but none of us have been able to find out what was really wrong. We are still taking this into more heavy matters however and got our best scientist figuring out what happened to this poor children".

No shit sherlock. You have no idea what you're dealing with. Not that this researcher would know. There wasn't a 'cure' or an explanation for this 'illness' these children were suddenly attacked with. At least, no explanation that they would believe.

"Parents have claimed that the children have been attacking strange for the last couple of weeks, getting violent and simply refusing to do anything their parents say. Could this be a natural case of children tantrum or-"

I turned off the television and had a blank face throughout the whole time. I was sad, don't get me wrong and those children didn't deserve to die but if those scientist really think they can find out what's going on, then they were highly mistaken. It's like finding out the Grim Reaper was 'gangsta'. Not that I've ever seen him but I just have an image of him like that. Probably because of the graffiti I saw on this wall one day while I was walking home. Graffiti was really the only kind of art I was secretly interested in, even though god knows I can't draw for shit. I pushed myself off the chair and within minutes I was flinging the door open to my -yes, can you believe it!- lavender wallpaper room with a small pile of stuffed animals at the foot of my bed and I had about... Well twenty if I counted correctly, pillows on the head of my bed and then a simple desk with a simple dresser. I really didn't bother to decorate my room much since I knew in the back of my head that we were just going to move anyways.

Oh wait!

Oh my god! YES!

Why have I been so stupid?! Just yesterday my dad got me a new computer since my old actually broke by accidently. I mean, it was totally Greg's fault, he was the one who said. "Des, CATCH!" and threw the football right in the screen of my monitor causing it to smoke and then... "FIRE!" he screamed and ran like an idiot out of my room as I just stared at my computer for a moment before yelling at the top of my lungs "GREGORY!". Yep. Don't worry, I got the fire put out all right. And Gregory got a good black eye too. So basically, it worked out alright. Except for the fact that I had to wait three months. And seeing that I was swamped with homework I didn't have much time to go online and now there was no sign of my big dumbass bro and my snobby sister Jessica. Besides, Dinner wouldn't be on for another ten minutes.

I was twirling around in my chair impatiently as I wanted for my imac to start and when the desktop came on, I let out a small squeal and downloaded the new instant messenger before I signed on and let me tell you, it was amazing how many email I got. But before I even started on my emails, I got two boxes popping up with demands.

xoiluvorlando32: omgomgomg. where have you been?
dontgotheregirlfriend: OH MY GOD! Christina?!

I can't believe I forgot her SN. What kind of friend am I huh? Argh. I'm such an horrible being.

xoiluvorlando32: duhhh. who'd you think i am?
dontgotheregirlfriend: And crazy obsessed Orlando Bloom fan? Come on, Christina, I miss you tons, but have you ever noticed that Orlando Bloom's nipples are rather big?
xoiluvorlando32: ew. gross Des. did those english boys over there make you perverted or something?
dontgotheregirlfriend: No, it's merely the truth.
xoiluvorlando32: fine, but still doesnt change the way i feel about him.
dontgotheregirlfriend: LOL! Fine with me. So how are you, anyways? Summer vacation starting for you already in AB?
xoiluvorlando32: yeah, it's booming, girl. you gotta come over here.
dontgotheregirlfriend: That's what I want to talk to you about... My dads moving us back.

Silence. For about five minutes. That when I knew that she was possibly screaming her head off and throwing her hands up in the air yelling "Put your hands up in the air, put your hands up in the air". As geeky as that sounds, that's why I love her so much. And of course, Tray box was beeping the whole time.

69traystheman: Des?
69traystheman: HELLO?
69traystheman: DESIRE!
69traystheman: Jesus, if you're away at least put your status away so people like us don't wet our pants dying to talk to you.
69traystheman: You're moving back and you told Tina first? *wets pants*
dontgotheregirlfriend: Oh sick! and yes, I told her first. Only because she IM'd me faster. And hey, Tray. :D
69traystheman: Hey. I still can't believe you told her first tho. Dude, if you're really coming back then I have to teach you how to ride the waves. It'll be awesome and you can teach me how to throw one of your hard punches I've been hearing you're so good at. Still getting detention?
dontgotheregirlfriend: Sounds good. Been dying to learn something knew other than punching people in the face. Lolerz. Not anymore at least. Been trying to cut down getting in trouble.
69traystheman: It's gonna bite you in the ass someday you know. Getting into all that trouble.
dontgotheregirlfriend: Bwuahaha. Shut up.
69traystheman: Just telling it like it is... /girlfriend/.

I couldn't help but snicker at the end when he said 'girlfriend' because it's what Christina and I call each other all the time only in a really girly chick voice like my sister has.

xoiluvorlando32: NO WAY! you're really coming back?!?!?!?! because if you're lying i'll kill you!!!!
dontgotheregirlfriend: Hahaha! Yeah, I'll be back in a week or two. Dad's got this old pal he says and he's going to be helping us with the loan for this new house on... 31st Sunset Street?

Dude. What kind of name is Sunset Street? Sounds like some kind of kiddy paradise and lemme tell you. Nothing is pure paradise in this world.

xoiluvorlando32: is it a like a medium house close to the beach and has a good piece of land around it? because if it's that one then you're gonna get a great view of the ocean! and it's really near the city even though it's only a short drive
dontgotheregirlfriend: Mmhhmmm. That's the one I think.
xoiluvorlando32: damnnnn. how is jess taking it? i bet she's gonna be hella pissed.
xoiluvorlando32: no offense. lol
dontgotheregirlfriend: Dad hasn't told her yet. You know what that means...
xoiluvorlando32: complete chaos
dontgotheregirlfriend: Totally.
xoiluvorlando32: that suxs. well good luck babe, and im excited to seeing you soon!!!!!! get online more often. ciao! xoxo

And off she went and Hello Tray who has been impatiently waiting for my response.

69traystheman: Jeez, leave me again will you?
69traystheman: Did it ever occur to you that I'm your best friend too?
69traystheman: Well?
69traystheman: WELL?!
69traystheman: isfghiwefhuew
69traystheman: ufheifwehf
69traystheman: erfueruh!!!
69traystheman: Fine! I give up. Talk to TINA and leave me in my sorrow and self-pity.
dontgotheregirlfriend: Alright, alright. I got it Tray, I'm sorry! Of course you're my best friend. No need to get in a pissy contest.
69traystheman: iight. I'll let you off this time. Only cause it's gonna be a blast when you come back to A-Bay.
dontgotheregirlfriend: I know! I miss you and Tina tons!
69traystheman: Same here, man.
69traystheman: I mean.. Woman. Lol.

"Des, did you return my eyeliner I lent you yesterday?"

I turned from my screen to see my sister stand there in her own school uniform but unlike me, she looked like some super model in her dull grey skirt and blouse. Ah well, we are moving anyways so I can finally say goodbye to the uniforms I can't even swing kicks in.

dontgotheregirlfriend: Gotta go! The Devil has arrived.
69traystheman: Jess?! Omg. Damn, that girls a babe. Tell her I said hi.
dontgotheregirlfriend: Shall do. Ta ta. xoxoxo

With that I put my status as away and stood up folding my arms slightly as I stared at my sister tapping her foot and waiting for my answer. "You can start by knocking Jess. And Tray says Hi" I said, used to having guys ask me to give my sister their phone number and whatnot. It was annoying and each time I did, Jess would just toss the paper behind her as if it was a piece of gum wrapper. "Tray? Whose Tray? And do I have to repeat my question, Des?" she sighed heavily and tossed her silky blonde high lighted hair back. Unlike mine, which was smooth but not really 'silky', Jessica had really nice hair. The kind you want to cut off and stick onto your own head with permanent glue. She had straight, I had wavy which can be really messy in the mornings. Bad hair day = School day of doooooooom. And my hair was this really really black color. It wasn't even a shade of dark brown in the sun. It was completely black and that made my eyes stand out even more. The only thing that I really adored about my features was my eyes because it's the only thing I get compliments for. My violet eyes.

Yep. Even Jessica was jealous of them.

I could tell.

"Tray as in... Nevermind. And I dunno about your eyeliner. I thought you borrowed mine" I said and pointed at my desk where lay a cosmetic bag. "Feel free to check, but I'm heading down to dinner" I said, not really want to deal with my sisters big baby blue eyes and glamorous features. I admit, I'm jealous of everything she has except for her eyes. I love my eyes, I really do. And my body is relatively fit too because I go to a boxing gym every saturday night. Only my dad knew nothing about it. Oh, he knew about my nighttime getaways, but he didn't actually know /what/ I was doing. But basically, I didn't get why I was cursed with the bad genes. Then again, I don't think /I/ would even want to have boys chasing me around everyday. I liked my privacy at times to be honest and being Jessica... Well, I think all those privileges would be gone.

"Uh-uh. No way, Des. You lost it, you get it back! I need that eyeliner for tonight".

"Fine! I have an extra one. Just use that until you find yours because I know for a fact that I didn't borrow it".

In a frustrated manner I grabbed my small bag, unzipped it, fumbled through it until I found a deep black eyeliner and tossed it at her which luckily caught.

"Thanks"

"Wait, where are you going tonight anyways?"

"Just out. The girls and I totally found this great night market which has awesome prices on some designer clothes".

"Um, did dad say okay?"

"Haven't ask him yet. I will at dinner. See you in 5" she said before turning on her heels and walking out of my sight. Dad would never let her go out to an night market. Ha, she could just go ahead and try anyways. It was never going to work.

Looking back at my now shaded black screen, I flicked the lights off my room before making my way downstairs and help set the table. The smell of delicious spaghetti hit my nostrils as I took a seat and placed a napkin on my lap. I forgot to change into a fresh set of clothes but seeing that it was my last day at school and that the uniform was going to be in no more need in the future, I don't think my dad would care and he didn't. Instead he was a bit jumpy in his seat when Gregory asked him to pass the french bread.

Seeing that everyone was almost through half of their dinner, I'd might as well as just come out with it.

"Guess what Jess, we are moving back to Amber Bay"

Not as bad as I expected to be honest. In fact, she took it a lot better than other times. "We are? Dad?" she asked, as my dad shot me a glare and my brother just snorted. "Yeah, you're not angry...?". Jessica just shrugged and continued back to her plate. "England is not really my style anyways. Besides, I haven't gotten a proper tan in ages". My dad let out a sigh of relief and I just shook my head slightly at her reply. She had to go to a salon everytime to get her nice layer of tanned skin. I however, have milky white skin. Not pale, but just milky white. Sure, it's not like milk white, there is still a tanned shade, but still. It's still white if you get my drift. "Well good. You do always seem to fit in any school, it's really Desire I'm worried about".

My head shot up as I shallowed my last bite and quickly reached for my glass of ginger ale just as I felt a chunk of food halting in the middle of my throat. After I had everything down and was able to talk again, I just laughed.

Laughed.

That's right.

"You only figured that out now? Finally! I thought you all died on me"

"That's not funny, young lady"

"Nor is being ignored"

"I do not ignore you!"

"You sure about that?"

I could feel my dad getting annoyed and he even dropped in fork and spoon in annoyance. "How can you say that, Desire? I thought moving to Amber Bay would do you some good!". I tossed a quick glare at both my brother and sister who I knew would have their stupid smirk with their stupid stupid...Ugh. Nevermind. "I just... I hate moving around all the time. And ever since we started moving more often you've been only paying attention to Jess and Greg" I pointed out, feeling that I have crossed the line this time. My dad wasn't the type to get angry very fast but by the looks of this one, it wasn't going to get easy to get out of. Even Jessica looked rather crushed knowing that asking Dad if she could go the night market, he would flip. Not that he wasn't already close to doing so.

"That is outrageously ridiculous. You know that right?! I do not... Ignore you".

"You sure about that?"

That's one of my favorite sentences. 'Are you sure about that?' because most of the time people don't know what they're really talking about. Only this time it just made my dad angrier. Which was fine with me, nothing I couldn't handle. "Yes, Des. I'm sure. If you mean that I'm gone most of the time and I don't spend much quality time with all of you then I can assure you that it will change when we move to Amber Bay". He just didn't understand it, did he? This time, it was I who gave up, and I usually don't do such of the sort.

"Alright. I get it. I'm sorry" I murmured.

"So dad, can I go to the night market?"

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And that's where I ended up going. The night market I mean. My dad agreed since it would be the last night Jess would be able to hang out with her buds before they all go on vacation and we move. Only she has to drag me along. Dad's orders. So here I was, telling my sister that I would meet her back here at the bus stop in an hour and now I was shifting along some narrow streets that was the 'Night Market'. I've never really been down this street before, nor have I ever heard of a night market around here. Nonetheless, it was all very interesting and I had might as well as use my money on something decent. I usually spent them on clothes and jewelry but today, I wanted to buy something unique. Maybe like an small antique statue or something. Whatever interests me I guess.

Before I stepped out of my house however, I was surprised with my most rude and both shocking email I have received in my life. Got Demons? Was this guy fooling around with me? Who gets an email saying Got Demons and suspects it's junk mail? I knew better than that so yes, I did decide to open it. And guess what? Not was this guy only rude but it sounded like he knew what was happening around here and that I was the one dealing with them. And he practically called me a 'Demon Hunter'. I don't hunt Demons, I tell you. I just end up bumping into them. See! There is a difference. Still this D.C. dude, he's a rude jerk. I swear.

"And here's the point where I say, shut up with the questions because they don't concern you"

Pardon? Yes, I was thinking those things, but I do NOT need to be told to shut up. I felt like chucking my lip gloss I was applying at the time at my monitor due to sudden irritation from this email. First, I have no idea how he knows that I can 'see' and 'hunt' these demons, and secondly I haven't told anyone about my powers. Powers? Yes Powers. Well, whatever comes with the 'Demon Hunter' package anyways. Unfortunately, I don't shoot fire out of my eyes or have super strength like Clark Kent, the famous superman with the uber powers. Me? Oh, the only powers I get in the power to summon the Demon out of a human form (Let me tell you, this is done in a very rough manner and I usually get some good bruises out of them. The email dude obviously knew I was getting them. Bit stalkerish don't you think?), then of course I have the power to demand them out of the body, talk with them, tell them apart from human beings and of course kick their butts. Hence the part where I go to the gym once a week. Whatever. No one was supposed to know about the Demon deal. Period.

Basically, I don't even know much myself considering I've only figured out my new so called gifts a year ago. And no, if you're wondering if I met any disfigured slimly creatures, the answer is no no and no. This is not Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I assure you. Demons have human forms so they live among us. At least, that's what I know of. I could be completely wrong but so far I've only dealt with one kind of Demon and they were popular. Soulseekers, that's what you call them. Some kind of dark demon that looks out for people who are depressed or has some kind of high emotion then slowly gobbles down their soul. Yep, they grow stronger this way and the only way to get them out is to grasp them by the neck and demand that they exit the life form. Thing is, soulseekers are stubborn and strong so before I can even grasp the neck, sometimes I end up putting up a hell of a fight. Tiring really. Thankfully I've only dealt with woman and young teenagers so far but if I was to go up against a strong Super Jock (Note: I've done this once and I broke my wrist. Ouch.) or some other adult male all the time, then there was no survival rate for me. None, Nadda, Zero.

Other than Soulseekers, I haven't met anything else really. Demons, I mean. Soulseekers are generally the main demons that are both quite deadly and mental breaking. They give people tempers and vigorous personalities then you die. You die without your soul. It's how it works. You live for a small amount of time after your soul is gone but you know nothing, you remember nothing. How do I know this? Dreams. Yeah, that's where I get all my information. It's kind of like a narrator in my head talking to me for a short period of time before I jerk awake. You know, I rather have a proper messenger if they are going to give me this kind of job. And at such an young age too. A burden to carry really. Come on, I want to do what every other teenager does instead I get detention for slamming a chick in the locker cause she had some crazy ass red glowing in her eyes that only I can see. The first time I saw it, I was like "Oh my god. OH MY GOD! CAN YOU SEE IT? CAN YOU SEE THAT RED GLOWING THINGY IN THAT GIRLS EYE! OH MY GOD!" I was practically screaming it because you have to admit... It was freaky 'cause it wasn't just the red glowing eyes but their twisted smile that made them look like they were from a horror movie. And guess what? I'm cursed by being the only person who can see that Demon's inside that girl that making her put on this sick smile and freaky glowing eyes. You'd think you got nightmares? Wait till you see mine.

Soon enough I learned however that yes, I was the only person who could see this. Of course if the person tries to attack me others can see it as well. It was just the twisted smile and red eyes that they couldn't see. And soulseekers only really put on the feature when they were close to finishing the person off. So it was either grasp the person by the neck, slam them into the locker and hissed "Go back to hell you soul sucking dimwit". That usually did the trick. I know you could reason with them softly and tell them to leave the body but that took time. Time I didn't want to waste. Okay, so even though I don't have much of a social life, I really didn't want to waste my time getting my ass kicked by some soulseeker who has taken over a body of an innocent and was eating their soul. And the person had no control over it, nor do they know what's going on. First few weeks they live their life perfectly until have of their soul is eaten up, then they get their high raging outbursts. Of course, they are still themselves and only not when the soulseeker takes over. And that was usually the part where they spot me and put up a fight when I try and get them out. Just like I can spot a demon, demon's can spot a Demon Hunter.

Demon Hunter.

You know. That might sound good. Well, I never really looked at myself as a Demon Rogue like Wesley in 'Angel' only I'm better. I hate to be modest, but Wesley is no match compared to me. Even my sister Jessica can bitchslap her way out of things. I just like the sound of Demon Rogue better but I with a status like mine, I might as well as use Demon Hunter. "Oh hey, I'm Desire Vixen Avens, the Demon Hunter. Be scared, be very very scared".

Great.

I'm an idiot.

And I think I keep with Des for now, seeing that people would look at me like an driven insane young teenager. As for the email... I'm curious myself about a.) Who is this guy? Is he like me and why kind of person would suddenly bring up Demons without actually introducing himself a bit so I don't think of him as a psycho (Which I should be thinking but the email itself gave off a vibe that this man wasn't bullshitting in his words.)? Where did he get my email and how does he know what I know, who I am, and what I do? Is he some sort of stalker (No matter if he is. He'd just get his butt kicked back to Timbuktu.)? b.) What can this guy tell me? Can he tell me more about this whole 'Demon Hunter' deal that I would quit in no time if I had the chance. c.) Basically, WHO IS THIS PERSON?

Seriously. Think about it. He just goes straight to the point. "Got Demons?" GOT DEMONS!? Are you insane? Are you bloody insane? You just don't go up to anyone and say "Hey, got demons?". And he doesn't even explain who he is, what his name is... Anything and he just expects me to spill out my secret to him. I would have to track his IP. See which computer he is using so I know whether or not he's some crazy guy in London that's tracking me down or a guy in like the states or somewhere else in Europe that just has some weird connections. There has to be a logical explanation for this. There just had to be!

Sighing, feeling as if I hit a wave of confusion, I shoved my way through the crowd, I came across his big whiff that made me cough of the strong scent of incense. I love incenses but this one was just too strong. Even people passing me were coughing, tossing a man in a black robe with this voodoo doll hanging from his neck behind a stand very dirty looks. I myself however, went up to it and looked at the various items sprawled over the table, everything from books on ancient voodoo magic to bibles, from dolls with pins in them already to silver and gold necklaces that had very rare shapes and patterns on them. Only one thing caught my attention though and that was a golden chain, hanging from it a golden cross with a crystal stone in the middle. It was indeed very pretty and I couldn't help but pick it up, looking up at the man who was puffing a cigarette and not even bothering to look at me but said nonetheless "10 bucks, Miss". I knew I had to have it, even though I wasn't christian, it was just gorgeous. I started to dig in my pocket as I held the necklace in my other hand but as soon as I pull out a bill, and in a trice the necklace was snatched from me.

"I'll pay you 20 for it"

I turned with a confused yet ominous look on my face as I glared at the man beside me whose eyes I couldn't see due to the dark brown locks that fell around it and the fact that he was rather taller and the smoky incenses where surrounding us didn't really help me make out his face either. "30!" I said in an obstinacy manner. I was not going to give this necklace up so easily. The man behind the stand look gleeful at our auctioning. "40" replied the man, his deep voice filling my ears that actually made the small hairs on the back of my neck tingle slightly. I could tell by his voice that he was probably just a couple of years older than me. "50!" I shouted, tossing a glare at the figure beside me but he didn't even spare a glance at me. "100. I'll pay you a 100 pounds for it". I felt my jaw drop again, and that was already the second time today.

The man behind the counter clapped his hands and laughed. "Wonderful wonderful! I'll take your offer young man".

Dammit.

Got Cursed?

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that this 'young man' even dared to go up against me! I totally saw that necklace first and that's exactly what I said to him after he pulled out a black wallet with bills that I honestly would have killed to have in my own wallet. This guy was arrogant and he was loaded? Oh how unfair!

When he paid the man and tucked the necklace in his back pocket, he finally turned around to face me, still strands of his brown hair falling his dark eyes -couldn't see the color exact but I think it was a shade of dark blue- and other parts of his hair was shaggy and messy. I was right, he /was/ a young man. Not to mention extremely handsome and from what I can tell from his black polo shirt he was wearing with his slightly baggy jeans, he was buff too. "Did you say something?" he said in that deep voice again. I looked into his eyes again and this time I saw a bit clearer of what they were made out of. Completely cold. There was no emotions in them and his face was hard too. I could tell instantly that this guy would knock you out if you even tried to 'befriend' him. But he didn't scare me. No way.

"Yeah, you heard me punk. I said I saw that necklace first".

I admit, my voice was a bit shaky. Especially when I said the 'Punk' bit. But what did I get in return? A smirk. A cold, evil smirk. The kind I would love to slap off his face.

"Do I look like I care? The man took my offer not yours. End of story". With that he turned his strong filled out polo shirt body around, leaving me to scowl and my cheeks to turn into a deep shade of red.

That's it.

That's so it.

Amber Bay, you better turn my luck around and I mean it.

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Ooc: Well, I'm still no finished with Chapter one yet. I still have a lot to add so I'll keep this updated so please check back and reviews are highly appreciated and loved!