Rising from Hell

My Family

"Caleb," a voice said gently. "Caleb dear, wake up."

I opened my eyes a little, only to close them immediately because of the sun directly in my face.

"Oh for the Lords sake Callum, wake the Hell up!" my mother's voice, now recognizable said in frustration.

"Isn't that the opposite of what we're supposed to be doing?" I grunted, pulling my pillow over my head. Though I couldn't see her, I could feel her reproachful glare boring into my pillow.

"I want you downstairs in five minutes," my mother said in a no-nonsense voice.

"Or?" I challenged, peeking one eye out of my pillow.

"Hmm," she pretended to think. "I could send your sister up," she said brightening.

I immediately flung my pillow across the room and got up.

"I'll be down in 5 minutes," I said, looking around my room at the piles of dirty clothing. "Maybe 7," I added as an afterthought.

My mother grinned and  turned to leave the room, flinging her dishtowel over her shoulder. "You know, just because we're posing as humans, doesn't mean you need to have the tidiness of one."

I just rolled my eyes at her back. My mother had the humor and spunk of a teenager. With short, spiky blonde hair, and not a wrinkle on her old face, she could definitely play the part.

My other family members were a different story. There was my dad, Edmund, who was muscular with cropped black hair and a light tan. My parents were polar opposites but they made it work. It took about 300 years, but they made it work.

Then there was my sister Isabel. I don't know what it is about brothers and sisters, but apparently no matter the case, you just have to hate them. I'm older than her by about three years. Didn't mean she wasn't an experienced pain in my ass. I couldn't tell you how many times I've woken up on the ceiling. She had long black hair that went to the middle of her back and deep black eyes. Most mistake it for beauty. In reality, it's just her charm. Her "Gift."

Throwing on a button up shirt and jeans, I ran down to the kitchen.

"Aha! 3 1/2 minutes!" I exclaimed looking at my watch. Feeling proud of myself, I did a half bow to all of my family members, one by one. Isabel rolled her eyes, and my dad joined her.

"Good job kid. That new record should really help you fighting demons. 'oh he can't kill that demon?  At least, he can get dressed in under four minutes!'" he said sarcastically, talking to nobody.

I sat down at the table and grabbed a fistful of bacon, putting it next to my eggs. it smelled heavenly.

"You're late for school," my father said. Waving his hand, my food disappeared.

 I just rolled my eyes. I'd eat at school.

 Well there you go. My family. Not the most normal thing, but normal for me. I mean, I've only been at this "human" thing for two years. But this isn't supposed to be a normal life I'm living. Besides, th interesting part I just stating. Today was the day killed my sister.