1 Chapter 1

Okay so I'm terrible with these kind of things, but ill try my best to update and make this story better as much as i can.

I've been here before many times, no matter how many times I try to escape this horrid loop. All efforts have been for nothing. Well until today which is when the most unbelievable thing happened to me. It all started out with a dream. I'm frantically running past trees, lightly pushing off of them with my hand going faster trying to just get a little bit farther away from them. I trip every few minutes from the lack of energy and from the sweat covering my body making me feel heavy. My frantic breathing doesn't really help me. It only makes my energy drain that much more. Trying to hide for dear life, I quickly duck behind a giant evergreen tree. Peering around the side slowly to see if those people are still following me.

"Who are they?" I say softly to myself, wanting desperately to know who was trying to kill me. I'm so terrified and in shock that my heart feels like it's going to burst. It feels so terrible that the sheer pain of it wakes me up from this very nerve wracking dream. I am sweating profusely. My clothes are soaked from all the sweat. I sit there catching my breath trying to calm myself, even if just a little bit, from this nightmare. Rubbing my neck and lower back, the pain from these stressful, sleepless nights waking up over and over throughout the night because of this nightmare is exhausting.

"This is the third time this week that I've had that damn nightmare," I say with exhaustion slowly crawling out of my bed. "A guy that's almost 19 and is still having nightmares. There isn't anything wrong with this picture at all!" I say with more annoyance than sarcasm.

     I get up off the bed a bit lazily. I groan a little from pain and exhaustion. The thought of going over to get a towel from my dresser is tiring. I sigh once again looking around for a easier option.

I see a towel on the ground and grab that instead. I slowly drag my feet to the bathroom that is connected to my room. I open the door before I take my sweaty clothes off and step into the shower. I turn the knob, starting the hot water. When I do, I hear the pipes screech from the water rushing through it making my head feel like it's splitting. Once the water hits my face, the screeching went away and so did the head splitting pain. The water doesn't feel hot enough today even though I keep turning the knob to the highest dial.

I sigh once more and think to myself that I am sighing a lot for only being awake for 10 minutes. I let the water run down my body and through my hair slowly washing away the pain and sweat. I lift my hands up to my face rubbing and scrubbing it hard getting the sweat and dirt out of my skin. Moving my hands to the sides of my face before running my fingers through my short brown hair. My body starts relaxing from the little heat the water brings to my cold stiff body. My worries slowly go down the drain with the dirty, sweaty water. I give out a relaxing sigh wanting more from this shower, but I know I won't get such luck.

I finish washing my hair and body as best as I can with the feel of no hot water left, then grab a towel to dry my wet hair and face. The warmth from the towel feels much better than the shower. It made me feel more relaxed and rested then any shower I could take. My thoughts still jumbled from the tiring sleepless night, even with the shower and nice hot towel only giving me a slight bit of comfort.

    I walk out to my room and grab my shirt off the dresser putting it on, the towel around me falls to my feet. I look around for my boxers and pants thinking I had put them out the night before but now with more thought, I realize I passed out after gaming with my friends. I shake my head and rummage through my drawers for boxers and some pants.

Having finished getting dressed I try to remember what i had studied the night before for the test i had today. I rummage through my backpack for my study materials. Not finding them, I start searching elsewhere. Not seeming to find any luck until I looked under my dresser and realized that I had pushed it under there when I was trying to find something else last night. I grab them and take them to my bed studying once again before my test that I have first period.

Once I was done getting ready for my test I started to smell burnt toast, and rushed downstairs to see what was going on. I see my mom cooking breakfast. Her brown hair long with soft curls going all the way down to her waste. The ends of her hair have Red waves at making her hair slightly look like the end of dawn. She has soft dark green eyes with pinkish lipstick on. She is still wearing some green pajamas despite wearing makeup.

Mom says smiling happily, "Hi sweetie, how did you sleep? I made breakfast if you want some. Also happy 19th birthday!"

I look at the mess she made then back at her. I give her a look like you really expect me to eat that. She really didn't answer my look so I say to her, "No thanks Mom, but thank you."

I get cereal instead of the burnt toast that my mom offered me. Afterward I get my stuff ready for school and grab my car keys. I forgot it was my birthday. I can't believe I forgot. I go to my car and sit in it for a few seconds to breathe for a moment to get my mind out of that dream and the fact that it's my birthday since both are still bothering me. I try to relax before I start driving to school. As I come to a stop at a stoplight, I see a little girl with a red dress with white flowers on it pass on the crosswalk. For a brief second I thought I saw her turn her head sideways looking at me. She had fangs, red eyes, with an evil smile on her face. My sight went back to normal after a second had passed. The back of my head starts hurting and for some reason my hair falls in front of my face. I thought I had gotten my hair cut a few days ago but I guess it wasn't enough. The light turns green and I start driving again. I get to school and park.  As I get out of the car a girl comes up to me blushing and looking nervous as she fidgets. I've seen this type of girl before.  She's about to ask me out and she's going to tell me that she thinks she in love with me. She's just like the others that have confessed to me.

The girl says, "I think I'm in love with you." Then pauses.

After pressing her lips together a little looking down at the ground then looking up at me and saying, "Will you go out with me?" She blushes after saying it, hiding her face a little with her coat.

Truthfully I hate the last part of this conversation where I have to say that I don't want to go out. Mostly because I don't know her and not only that she doesn't look like my type. She has long hair which I do like however she looks like a toothpick. I prefer my women with more meat on their bones. She also seems very timid, i like my girl to be sassy, at least a little bit sassy. My mother is very timid and clumsy, I don't want another person i feel like i have to look after.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to go out with you." looking at her with a little bit of guilt. My hands slide into my packets giving her a concerned look.

When I see the tears roll down her cheeks with such a sad expression it makes my heart hurt as well as makes my head hurt more. She runs off crying and my pain intensifies. I take one hand out of my pocket to rub my forehead before i begin my walk to class.

While on my way I see my best friend Christian. He is a ball of energy like any other day, but today he is wearing his priest clothes. I guess he made it into the program. That's good. He is one more step closer to achieving his goal in becoming the pope soon I'll be having to take orders from him.

He holds a bible in one hand and the other holds onto his backpack that's strapped to his back. He is making small talk with a few females. He is very popular with the ladies somehow. I laugh a little thinking about it. I never would have thought a nerdy church guy would be so popular.

I walk up to him and wrap my arm around his shoulder, "What's going on man? I see you got in to the program! Way to go!" When i finish speaking, the girls that were around him excused themselves and left.

He laughs and lightly hits my chest with the book. when he does that it feel like he had put fire on my skin. I try my best to ignore the pain.

Christian starts walking with me to class since we have class together. He says to me as we are walking, "Thanks for helping me with those girls they wouldn't stop talking to me about my new outfit like it was some new accessory. It is a symbol of my pledge to god not something to gossip about. It's whatever though. They can say whatever they want because I'll be leaving for tomorrow! I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself! Being with other like minded people will be a dream come true. So Matt, what's going on with you? You look like you woke up on the wrong side of someone else's bed." He laughed at his own joke, but sadly his words pretty much says how I felt.

I really need to get a hold of what's going on with me. "Yeah, the nightmares are getting worse. If they dont get better by the end of the week I'll see about getting a therapist or something. I'm more worried about my headache that I got going on. The pain is killing me man."

Christian pats my back softly, but every pat just sends a pain up my spine to my head. He sighs and looks worried as I cringe from the pain. "Will you be ok? Maybe you should go home or go to the nurse," he says to me in a concerned tone. I wave him off for now as we approach the door.

We walk into class and the teacher is trying to lecture me about some paper from last week. I don't pay much attention to him though my head is throbbing too much from the pain. I gesture to Christian that I was going to the nurse for my head. I try to walk to the nurse, but before I can get about 20 feet down the hall my head begins to be unbearable. I fall to the ground my eyes filling with black haze. Is this what passing out feels like? It's horrible. Last thing I hear is Christian screaming my name in panic.

I wake up in the nurse's office. My head not having any more pain however I feel like I'm waking up from a drunken haze. As I look around I notice my eyesight is a little weird and the more I wake up I start realizing that I'm hearing the conversation down the hall. I get up and as I stand I wobbling a bit stubling as I get my bearings. I go into the nurse's restroom and look at myself in the mirror and I see my hair is much longer than it was when I got up but that's not the weirdest thing, I have horns on my head and my eyes are blood red! My teeth feeling a little weird, so I smile to see what was going on.

I whisper under my breath in shock, "I have fangs... I... have fangs...." I look more into the mirror I don't know how I didn't notice my hair is no longer brown! It is dirty blonde with black streaks. At this point I'm in complete freak out mode. I don't know what's up or down anymore. The first thing I do is pinch my cheeks. I felt real pain! Not to mention I punctured my skin with my new claws that I didn't know I had.

My breathing becomes rapid, my heart beating faster and faster as I realize this isn't a dream. It's really happening. This is me in real life, not a dream. It's actually happening. I say this to myself a few more times before I lose it completely. I run out of the nurse's office looking around for the exit. I've been at this high school for years and can't seem to remember where it is. As I'm looking for the exit I slowly begin to calm down. I need to hide my horns before someone sees them. Reaching for my hood putting it up. I eventually get to the exit I need, walking to my car I slide into my car seat and began to drive home.

As I'm driving I can't help but think, "What if I'm a demon what is Christian gonna do to me. I'll be his enemy... Oh god what am I gonna do!? Wait, I can't ask god anything anymore. I might be a demon!" I sigh in worry rubbing my face a little trying to relax. I feel the part of my cheek that I punctured. The wound is gone. Great another thing to think/worry about. Could this day get any worse??

When I got home, I ran upstairs to the room my mom is in bursting through the door yelling "MOM WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?" I am looking at her in a state of panic as I'm trying to find out what's going on with me.

As I approach her with a worried look, a surge of pain envelopes me. I feel like i need to pull my own head off from the splitting headache i just got from my horns growing. Blood running down my face breathing through the pain as best i can.

She has a surprised look on her face then smiles gently at me and says, "It's ok sweetie, you're going through something very normal. But you should know you're not human; you are a demon. Your father is a demon. I guess you really did pick up his side of the genes. For so long I didn't think you had the capability to be one, but I guess it just took some time. Let me do something for your headache."

She places her hands on my forehead saying something under her breath i can't understand. all of a sudden my pain disappears.

"Thank you mom, but what? How can i be a demon!?" I yell, feeling frustrated. My hands gesturing as I'm talking before clenching my fist hard from anger at the situation.

Mom says caringly, "I kept it a secret to protect you, but it's time to tell you the truth. You're the son of a very important demon."

I look at her in just absolute shock and slight disgust in myself "I'm a demon and you didn't even think of telling me that my dad was one also. Were you not gonna even tell me at all? I'm a half human!"

Mom says, "Well you aren't half human either. You are half warlock since I am a witch but you didn't come into your witch powers either like a normal warlock does. I should have told you but how am i supposed to tell a young boy that they are something they show no signs of."

I say in a sharp tone of anger "I don't know mom but anything would be better than nothing right?"

Mom looks at me with concern and care. She lightly sits me down on a chair, and a shroud of ice spreads across the chair's surface as my body comes in contact with it. My rage grows as she tries to get me to calm down.

My mother pleads, "Sweetie, it will be ok, you'll just be in pain for a few days. Your dad is-"

I shake my head and leave. I can't believe she did this to me, not telling me who I really am.

I reach my room locking the door than lay on my bed. My thoughts drifting into space as I slowly fall into a deep sleep. I'm running in the same forest again. This time the dream is different because this time instead of hiding, I keep running and I end up in an open area. I feel something come out of my back. Wings spring out flapping they were fly past the trees. They still follow me in the air, fire balls shooting at me. I dodge as best as I can but, some still hit me and bring me down, sending me to the ground spiraling.  I hit the ground making a crater. I wake up to my Mom calling my name.

"Matt! Wake up! Wake up sweetie!" Mom says yelling at me as well as shaking me gripping my chest desperately looking like she wants me to wake up.

"I'm up! I'm up!" I say a little disoriented rubbing my face and eyes.

"What's wrong Mom?" I say getting up slowly looking at her worried and confused.

"You need to leave, they are coming!" Mom says quickly and sounds really scared.

"Mom, who's coming, and why do I have to leave so fast?" I say worried

"That doesn't matter right now. You just need to leave." She says looking in my eyes. I nod and get up to pack but, then she says "There's no time, I will send you to your father."

She opens up a pentagram and a portal opens. I look at her with awe.

"Go before it closes!" she says to me.

I look at my mother that is obviously in a bit of distress. I hug her tightly and say softly while hugging her "I love you." I let go before jumping in.