What Is And.. ch 2

                After that endeavor with the low-level demon, we decided we’d had enough fun for the night. Charisma and Dorian were obviously shaken by what had happened here tonight, and we felt we should explain. We cleared the mess, and spread a larger ring of salt around the area that we just used, in case there was some chance that something would, or could try to escape. We made our way back to the truck, and drove back to the house.
                We walked through the door to the house without saying a word, much like the car ride back. I broke the silence, asking if anyone wanted a drink, and the most response I got was a grunt signaling a yes from Dorian. I walked to the kitchen, to make drinks, while everyone moved to the upstairs living area that we had been in earlier that night. The dumbwaiter we have, was put to good use at times like these, for there were to many of us, for only one of us to carry them up the steps. Once all the drinks had made it up, I followed, on the stairs, up to the others to make senesce of tonight’s happenings. The hardest thing to explain was that all this was real. Charisma and Dorian had, to our knowledge, no experience in this type thing.
                 I had made it to the room, and Castiel began to speak. He told about what had happened to Isis and I when we were younger, about how our family was oblivious to it, for the most part, and about our powers and others. Dorian spoke up next, saying that he had a secret of his own, and that it was something he was now, after learning this, sorry for keeping from us. He told us about him, and that he was a demon, possessing the body of a boy who was almost killed in an accident, many years ago. The body was left brain dead, and he had possessed it right before the doctors pulled the plug. The body he was in was perfectly fit for possession because the soul of the boy whose body it was had already left the body, leaving only his meat-suit. Charisma, is a witch. Demons and Witches normally don’t get along. In this case though, they had found each other, and they had been together since.. Dorian was old, well, demon Dorian was. Charisma was much younger, but still her age went far beyond her beauty. She had found a spell, that could prolong your age, basically having her live forever, aging when and if she pleases.
                    This came as much of a shock, to Castiel, Isis, and myself. We could normally tell, when others like us, either human, half demon or demon was around. This was the first time that we didn’t know this. Charisma told us it was a spell that she had casted on them to be able to walk amongst the living, dead, and in-between so that they could have normal lives. We understood that. What must a normal life be like, we didn’t know. We’d been screwed from the beginning, since that demon blood entered our mouths. We were doomed to have anything other than a normal life. Demons, Vampires, Witches, Wendigo’s, you name it, it was in our lives. Damned if we ever got to have a normal day. The most normal day we had, ended in death, so our life is pretty much a live day by day, worry about nothing, and take all the chances we can. Best way for those in our situation to live. This life, has its set backs, but in the end it all works out well. I found Isis, Castiel found Charisma and Dorian found Leshia, this is the way it was supposed to play out. The way it was set in motion to happen, wasn’t it. That’s what we thought, what we all thought was how it happened. Or was it chance, did it all happen by chance. Would we ever know? Probably not, but it doesn’t matter either way. We are all together, all where we want to be. Its how it is, and how it should stay.
               Castiel started the next conversation of what we should do now, since we were all back at the house, and all knew what was going on. There was no need for an explanation, no need to worry about Charisma and Dorian flipping around and running the other way. We settled on a mildly scary movie, and while watching it, Castiel and Charisma, and Dorian and Leshia all fell asleep. Isis and I, were still awake. Isis and I couldn’t sleep. We sensed that something wasn’t right in ourselves and went to the basement.
               The basement was my area. The only people allowed in it alone are me and Isis . No one else has a key, no one else can crack the code in order to get in, and no one else would be able to break through the steal door that blocks it. The basement is my area. Castiel hasn’t been down here since I arranged the new layout, added extra rooms and made it mostly an all out panic room, for all the walls were made of pure iron. The other rooms in my basement included a Bathroom, kitchen, living room, 3 bedrooms, and then a hidden door, the part that no one but Isis and I would know about should anyone else get in here. Isis walked to where the door is, and I soon followed, opening it, and walking in. In this part, there was a dungeon, a torture room, a few holding cells, a storage cellar, and other rooms. We also had our own private room for fun stuff, safe place to keep it, when your parents and brother know nothing about it. Of course, my brother knows that Isis and I are together, but he don’t need to know what we do in private. Our time is our time, and for the time being we needed our alone time. For nothing more, than just being with each other alone in the same room.
                We missed the company of being alone, with our thoughts and so, we both had this room here, a place for escape, where we often went together to get away from normal life, if you can call our lives normal. We walked into our room, and sat down. I asked her about tonight with that demon, what it could possibly have meant about the demon that was coming for us, what it could have in store for us, and why it wanted us. Both of us just sat there, thinking about this for a while, not knowing how to answer what we needed to know. Time went passed, as we sat there, soon laying down and closing our eyes a for a bit.
                  I awoke later to the shuffling of feet through one of the vent systems I had installed to get air down into this part of the basement. I heard Castiel and Dorian speaking, wondering where Isis and myself had run off to. I nudged Isis awake, whispering to her in her ear. That always woke her up. We got up, and walked up to the door leading back to the main house, being careful not to be seen. We snuck off to my room to change, then went to find Castiel and the others.
                   We found them sitting back in the main room where Isis and I had left earlier. Dorian and Leshia had to go to get some things done for her mother, but would be back around later that night. Isis and I sat on the chair across from Castiel and Charisma. Just as we heard the door close, the phone began to ring. I moved from the chair to pick up the phone. The others had began a conversation about something, I wasn’t paying much attention because of the number on the caller Id. I picked up the phone, and with one word the room fell eerily silent. That one word, was “Mom”.