• I scream as the blackness swallows me up. This wasnt the first time though, this had happened to me every night since I moved to this tiny town... You'd think I'd be use to it by now....
    Dark claws rake against my pale skin, I try to hold back on the next scream trying to rip its way out of my chest. It was no use though, whenever the face of a demon reared its ugly head right in front of me. His red eyes bulged out of his head and his nose was flattened against his face. His mouth was in a wide smile, all of his teeth crooked and yellowed. "Mana's lovely daughter..." The demon says in a guttural voice, "You look just like her... Beautiful..." The demon reaches for my hair, making me flinch. He holds a lock of my silver hair between his fingers. "Who are you?" I say in a demanding tone of voice, I'm scared out of my mind and I'm not going to encourage this creature by showing it. "You sound and act just like her. Too bad your blood is tainted by that of an angel!" He growls in a menacing voice and yanks me further into the blackness by my long hair.
    Just as I am about to let out the most terrified shriek in the world, there is a bright light in the distance. It got closer and closer until the light was blinding and took the shape of a human... With wings. The demon hisses at the light, but the light doesnt even flinch. Soon, my eyes adjust to the blinding brightness, allowing me to see a face.
    The face of the man I love.
    The face of the man I killed.
    "T-Takashi..." I whisper before I am jolted out of the nightmare.
    My eyes fly open and I sit straight up in bed. The face of my only friend in this town hovers above me. "Kazuki!!! Why'd you wake me up? My alarm couldve done that for you!" I yell at him. It was embarrassing to have him see my looking bedraggled, even if we were just friends. "Your alarm isnt even plugged in, Tukiko." Kazuki says and glowers at me. Kazuki is always closed up and cold. He hardly ever shows emotion, unless he's frowning at someone. He always seems angry, and people are scared of him, but I'm not. We grew up together with our adoptive father, James.
    Kazuki arrived here after I did, his parents had been murdered when he was only five years old. When he arrived I had taken care of him... Even then he was cold and closed... He never spoke a word to me... The first time he spoke to me was on his thirteenth birthday when I gave him a home made card. He thanked me and little by little he began speaking to me more..
    "Oh... I'm sorry, Kazuki. Thank you for waking me." I say kindly and get out of bed, stretching up on my toes and raising my arms into the air. I groan as my joints crack. "No problem, but you better hurry. You've only got ten minutes before we have to leave for school." Kazuki says and walks out. I wanted to throw something at him, but there was no time. I had to get ready for school.
    I run around my room, throwing on clothes, brushing my hair and putting on mascara all at once. Soon enough I was all dressed and made up for school. I grab my small booksack and dart through the kitchen, grabbing a bag of poptarts on my way. "Goodbye, Tukiko!! Have a wonderful day at school!" I hear James call from the kithcen as I dart out of the front door. Kazuki was right behind me as I ran to school. We made it to class with seconds to spare.
    I smile at Kazuki from across the room, this wasnt the first time we barely made it. I begin to take notes on the teachers' lecture on the Civil War. After taking a half a page of notes my head began to spin. "Tukiko...." A low, guttural voice growls in my head. I look around the spinning room, it began to grow dark. I raise my hand abruptly, interrupting the teacher. "Yes, Tukiko?" The teacher says, obviously angry at my interruption. "I think I'm going to be sick.." I mumble as my stomache lurches. "Go to the restroom." She says simply before returning back to her lecture.
    I feel Kazuki's eyes on my as I stumble out of the class. As I make my way to the bathroom I use the wall to keep me on my feet. The whole way there the voice is in my head, whispering my name... I finally make it into the bathroom. I stumble to the sink and splash cold water onto my face. When I look up in the mirror I dont see my reflection. I see the demons' reflection. The demon who has been haunting my dreams since I was a child. Hello, Tukiko.. Feeling sick??" He asks and begins to laugh. The sound makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Poor thing.... You dont even know what's happening to you... He growls in my head. I continue to stare at him in the mirror. He was smiling, like he always did in my dreams... "Leave me alone." I whisper evenly as I try to keep the pounding in my head under control.
    The demon laughs again, his voice bouncing off the walls of my mind, making the pounding in my head that much worse. "Stop!" I yell at the monster in the mirror. Stop? Why would I stop? I'm having so much fun toying with you, little sister. The demon growls in my head. The grin on his face grew at my confusion. "You are not my brother, you monster." I say and bite my tongue to keep from screaming as he laughs again. Oh, but I am. We may not have the same father, but we do have the same mother, Tukiko.. You see, I was born a full-blooded demon while you were born with the blood of an angel and a demon. I can guarantee that in my human form, we look identical.. Little sister. He says. The demon in the mirror morphs into a beautiful boy with the same silver colored hair as mine. His skin was fair as well... I lurch back away from the sink and scream.
    As I fall backwards a pair of strong arms catch me. I look up and see Kazuki looking down at me with a worried expression. He quickly stands up and looks into the mirror. "Leave, Isamu. Leave her alone!" Kazuki yells. The demon growls one last time before fading away. "Kazuki..." I mumble and try to sit up. "What was that?" I ask, "Is he really my brother?" Kazuki kneels by me and makes me lay back down. He sighs and gives me a rueful smile. "Knew I'd have to tell you sooner or later.." He says.