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The beast flashed an iron clad grin as the other backed off which grew even wider when Aamon asked what he wanted. "I want his power," he answered ",his mother was one of the strongest witches of her time, so was his grandmother. He is just as powerful. I want that power for myself." There were many ways one could take a witches power though none of them easy. For a magical being to steal another's magic was even more complicated. He couldn't just kill the kid, that wouldn't work, Kai's power had to be willingly given which made things much trickier. The beast looked back down at Kai and ran the backs of his fingers over his cheek. "One day it will be mine hell beast," he said softly ",mark my words." The beast glared when he noticed Kai's eyes flutter as if he was trying to wake. He snarled at Aamon but didn't move. I can't...I'm trying...please make him stop touching me! Kai struggled to try and wake but to no avail. His chest began to rapidly rise and fall with panic as the beast continued to touch him. Shadow growled threateningly at the beast. "He doesn't want you touching him," the wolf snarled.

The beast instantly recognized the attack but thought better of starting a fight. He vanished into thin air as if he'd never been there at all. Kai jerked up in bed with a gasp and wrapped his arms around himself a he resisted the urge to break down. He can't hurt you, don't cry. He can't hurt you, don't cry. He can't hurt you, don't cry. His thoughts looped as he tried to keep himself from an impending panic attack. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his breath seize up in his chest. Don'tcry,don'tcry,don'tcry! He couldn't focus on the fact Aamon could hear his thoughts, couldn't focus on anything but the fear that currently had him in it's grip. Shadow nudged his arm with his snout and what little will he'd had broke. He threw his arms around the wolf and sobbed into his neck. He was scared. That beast could have done horrible things to him and Kai had been powerless to stop him. Shadow tried to comfort his clearly distraught master to no avail.

Kai jumped a bit having momentarily forgotten he and Aamon were now sharing thoughts. He intended on replying, he really did but he couldn't calm himself enough to do so. Shadow thankfully took over so he wouldn't have to. "Master is scared," the wolf explained ",when humans under go extreme fear or stress some can experience something called a panic attack. It makes it hard for them to breathe and control their own emotions. Master is crying because he is scared of the beast." Kai buried his face into the wolfs fur at his neck and held on to him as if his life depended on it. Shadow gave him a gentle nudge along with the soft reminder to breathe and he took in a shaky, gasping breath. The wolf carefully talked Kai through some deep breaths that helped settle him some. He stopped crying but refused to release Shadow. He could still feel the strong knot of fear in his chest at having the beast in his room, on his bed, touching him with out his permission. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.

Kai looked at Aamon and opened his mouth to say he didn't have to do that but the words never came. He thought better of it seeing as he was able to run off the beast easily. He calls himself Avaritia. It's the Latin word for greed but there's something...off about him. He's stronger than he appears. He curled back up into his bed as Shadow crawled in next to him under the blankets. The wolf was always a comfort to Kai, something about being snuggled with a large fluffy animal was calming to him. He knew that where ever the beast was it was near by, he never liked to be far from Kai. He still felt shaky and unsteady as he tried to put the whole incident out of his mind. He hugged Shadow closer to him and kissed the wolf's neck. He's not the only dark spirit here but he is the only demonic one...at least I think he's demonic. The other is just an angry spirit but he keeps to the attic, you won't see much of that one...thank you for making him go away. He'd felt the need to thank the demon for whatever reason. He knew he felt immensely safer having something that could properly handle the beast. Good night Aamon. Kai closed his eyes and was able to drift off to sleep with ease.

Kai woke the next morning to Shadow nosing his face. He grumbled and tried to shove the wolf away to no avail. He sighed an opened his eyes to the happy form of his familiar snuggled in bed with him. "Master must get up," Shadow insisted ",grandmother will be here soon and you must eat." He groaned and pulled the blankets over his head while Shadow stood on the bed barking. After a long minute Kai realized the wolf wasn't going to let up and he tossed the blanket's off of him and sat up. "Alright I'm up, you can be quiet now," he sighed. The wolf stopped barking and jumped off his bed before bolting out the door. He shook his head and looked over to Aamon. Good morning. Are you hungry? He stood and stretched as he waited for the demon to answer. His shoulder gave a sharp click that pulled a small gasp out of him. He moved to the other one getting a similar reaction then his back. There were a series of pops down his spine as he bent backwards and he groaned at the feeling.

Kai glanced over at Aamon when he asked about hunting. If you want live food feel free, there's rabbits and deer in the woods nearby, you can go with Shadow but if you're asking for me I will be cooking breakfast. You're more than free to join me if you want. He smiled kindly at the demon before making his way down the stairs and to the back door where Shadow was practically begging to be let out. He slid open the door and left it open to give Aamon the option to follow the familiar or not. He reached out the back door and flicked a switch to turn on the sprinkler to water the garden before making his way to the small kitchen. He poked through the fridge and emerged with a carton of eggs and a pound of bacon as well as some milk and butter. He had decided on actually making something for breakfast outside of a bowl of cereal and set to making waffles. He started frying off the bacon as he hummed to himself. It was a song his mother used to sing to him when he was little and couldn't sleep. He wasn't fully paying attention and wound up getting splattered by the bacon grease when it popped in the pan. He yelped and jumped back as he rubbed his wrist where he'd been burnt.