Finding her.

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I waited.

The house was silent because of my continuous anger that boiled. No Undead said anything because they didn't want my rage to be pointed towards them.

We all waited.

There were no plates smashed, toys thrown, bickering, plotting, harrasing, no scaring of any kind. I wouldn't allow it. The Undead named Charles had started to amused himself with the little girl; scratching shapes into her walls, knocking over her toys, whispering words into her ear while she slept.

When I found out, I dragged him outside by his hair, pushed him over the top of the well, and screamed at him as he fell to the bottom. He sat there, cursing and whining until my anger boiled over, and I summoned the powers I had locked away.

Invisible acid poured over his body, leeches attached themselves to his skin, fire ants crawled from every entrance they could find out of his body. I think that's why the term 'Screaming Banshee' was a big thing here in this town.

I was at the little girls side for the rest of the week, never showing myself. Any time any of the others showed their faces to me - other than her parents - I let my demons go, and they all backed off. Even Russel.

I felt bad that I was doing that to Russel, but I felt the need to watch over this little girl for now. No more harm until The Reveal.

*two days later*

I heard the car pull up, signalling that the T.A.P.S. team was here, and I grew giddy, leaving the girl and racing through the walls to find Russel.

Then I stopped in my tracks when  another car pulled in.

Russel, having had heard my attempts at finding him, burst into the room.

"What? Is everything okay?!"

I blinked, and my face paled when I smelled the most beautiful aroma I have even had the possibility of smelling. It was a vanilla smell, with the faint citrus and semi-strong woody smell. My still heart beat once, and I gasped, falling back and clutching my chest as numerous feelings swirled through my being as I continued to greedily inhale my most favorite smells on the whole planet.

I heard her voice. The female voice that made my entire body go stiff. As soon as that first note came from her perfect mouth, I knew that she was my soul mate. Soul Mate, what a stupid name. I have no soul. ...Or at least, not much left.

I was at the window, staring out. Her wavy brown hair shown in the sun, her pale skin, her petite form. My mouth watered when she looked up at the mansion. Her swirling bright violet eyes flicked over to my bright orange ones - the oncoming signs of my demons taking over - and chills ran down my back with rejection as her face paled.

Russel did an aroused growl, and my anger spiked. Mine.

I turned to him slowly, and he shrunk back from my towering frame. He pressed himself to the wall, and vanished from my sight.

I looked back at my mate, and my anger lowered as we stared at each other. My eyes softened, but then hardened. How could she be here now?

The door burst open, and the small family of three quickly came out. The girl looked away to plaster a fake smile on her face. I stayed as still as a statue as they entered the home, the team dragging in the equipment for the show.

I heard the father tell my soul mate to have a look around the house after she was introduced, and she walked away from their chatter. It would take at least an hour to set up everything for the reveal.

Her footsteps were quick and light as she raced to the room I was in. I inhaled deeply, but couldn't help the sweat that covered my body. I heard the swift clicks of her steps as she stopped in front of the door. My breath caught as she turned the knob, and before she could push it open, I shoved the deadbolt into place from across the room, and set my powers so she couldn't get in even if the lock broke. I barricaded myself in, and lowered myself to the ground, my face covered with my hands.

She knocked, and I stiffened.

"I... I know you're in there... Will you please let me in?" her arousing voice called out, timidly. I projected the word 'No.' into her head, and I felt her smile through the walls.

"Why not? ...Are you afraid of me?"

I snorted aloud.

I felt her smile widen, and my defenses lowered some. She knocked again, and I stood up, ready to make my move. I walked over to the far wall, and stepped into it halfway.

I released my powers, unlocking and unbarricading the doors, and jumped through the wall as she burst into the room.

Her face fell, only to have her eyes drift over to an object on the windowsill, knowing what it was.

My object. Shit!

The object that holds me to the house. Fucking fucker fuck!

I made the item invisible, and myself,then dashed into the room, hoisting it into the air with my large hands, and sprinting away.

As I raced to the deepest celler I could, I projected my mind into the room I fled from. My mate stood there, a sly and knowing smirk playing her beautiful full lips.

Oh for fucks sakes.

Now she knows. Now she can probably find it and capture me. It is her job after all. SHIT!

I closed myself in the celler, locking the doors, and blocking the windows with my powers. Russel called out my name, trying to find out why I scared the living Jesus out of everyone again. I let him slip in only to streghthen the blocks on the walls.

I toyed with my object; a small crystal skull.  It was the object of which my hands were on when I was killed. I apparently passed out with it at the tips on my fingers, and it was the last thing I was cluthing as my father shoved the needle into my neck.

My soulmate knew it was my object because of the faint blue tinge that surrounded the skull, the light that flickered and danced in an errie glow. I could very well destroy it, like Russel did, but I needed to know how.

"Xavier, what the fuck man?"

I groaned, and dropped my head into my inner elbows, the skull grasped tightly in my fingers above my head. My long hair was in front of my eyes, and my head was between my knees. My shoulders shook from sudden tears.

A sob burst from my lips, and I dropped my object to bury my head in my arms, curling myself in an upright ball. The skull was grabbed and set down gently beside me, and Russel came on my other side, sitting down.

Tears fell onto the floor, and my vision was blurry in seconds. I felt an arm drap across my shoulders, and I lifted my head, pressing my chin on my arms. I drew in a deep breath, and forced my tears to stop.

"She's here." I whipered, my voice cracking.

Russel frowned. "Who is?" he said, confusion lacing his every word.

"My soulmate." I sobbed, throwing my head back into my arms, sobs racking my body again.

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