Gabriel (Continued) (Book 2)

Him+Her= Me. Him+the other Her=You. You+Me= 1/2 Brothers (Khyita's POV)

A-N- LOVE this! Again, dont feel like writing much lol

I promised that the next Khyita chapter would be longer :) and it is!

>>> Pic  on the side os of Khyita of course, i"ve been told its scary lol. So, upon viewing it, be careful ;)

I stood leaning against a building in the middle of town. If Gabriel could walk in the sun then why couldn't I? So I stood there, arms crossed over my chest, and paying special attention to this person walking in front of me. I focused all my attention on this one person who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Within an instant, my evil joke had become a reality. The persons identity had been swapped, he no longer looked like the suburban dad shopping for groceries, he was now a wanted criminal. The police across the street ran after him and hauled him to jail. Well, his life is ruined. It was such fun to watch though, he didn't have the slightest idea what was happening to him, why he was being taken away. Ah, well, sucks for him. I looked at a minivan across the street. An extremely stressed mother of five young children was struggling to get them all strapped down in the car. She finished on the left side and when to the right. I focused on the car door, it slid open, I stared at the seat belt, it clicked open. The little kid jumped out and started screaming, running around hyped up on sugar. The mother had to chase him and the four other children started running around as well. I laughed. Also across the street was an ice sculpture store, an extravagant piece was being wheeled out. I stared at a spot on the ground right where the man's foot would land and a banana peel appeared. He tripped on it and went sprawling. The cart hit his foot and the ice sculpture broke into thousands of pieces over him. I chuckled. A kid down the alley was shaking a can of spray paint. My eyes burned bright as I watched him.

The opening where the paint would come out moved before the kid pressed the button. Instead of painting the wall, his face got painted. The kid ran out of the alley screaming and crying that his eyes burned. Oh, his eyes burn? Really?! Mine are worse, I guarantee it.

A young couple, around 17 was strolling along the sidewalk. They stopped to kiss but I was more focused on the street next to the sidewalk. A huge puddle appeared and then a fast approaching car drove through it. The couple was drenched in filthy water, and their kiss was ruined.

This is who I am, this is what I do. Khyita is a name, Khyita is my game. Not only is it my name but its what I do. "Misfortune", "disaster", "trouble". I cause all of this thanks to my gift, and it was just a personal habit as well.

My poor mother...mother...I blame him. I was quite the troublesome kid back in the day and the days after, and the years after. 618 years its been. 618 long brutal years, but the 23 before it were worse, so much worse. I couldn't bring myself to think of those minuscule details, rotting in a hell that was like no other. Every day I wished to kill myself, every night I wished to kill others. Watching them and the things they did-. Well, I got what I wanted, I killed or helped to kill them all. No man would do to my mother what they had, what HE had.

I settled back against the wall, my eyes stared down at the sidewalk as all around me people went about their lives. Around 11 o'clock my bright red eyes flicked upwards. The bleak gray day had turned into a pitch black night. I pushed myself off the wall and wandered slowly along the sidewalk. My boots clicked against the sidewalk and splashed through puddles. Once turning the corner, a heavy bass made the sidewalk vibrate and bounce. Down that same street I heard people screaming and acting ridiculous. They're drunk, fools.

I walked into the establishment and was greeted by dim lighting save for red and blue lights overhead the bar and a huge white spotlight off to the left. People stood with their friends at standing bar tables drinking, others stood over by the white spotlight which I still wasn't sure what it meant. I grabbed a drink at the bar and watched. Off to the left of the crowd surrounding the spotlighted area were the restrooms. The door to the mens room is thrown open, a hazy smoke billows out the doorway and three guys stand there. The one in the back is shorter than the others and he flicks something into the trash can, not a cigarette, they were smoking pot. The one on the right is wearing a black cowboy hat and holding a beer bottle. While the one in the middle is laughing. My eyes turn black as I recognize the one in the middle. There was hardly a resemblance, but I was able to just barely notice it. He is very tall, skinny but muscular, his blue eyes are currently hazy and his tanned hand shakes his blonde hair. The guy on the right places his hat on top of the middle kids head as the kid in the middle takes his bottle and drinks the rest of it. The crowd cheers as the three of them walk out.

"Drew! Drew! Drew!" The crowd chants. The blonde haired one jumps into the center of the spotlight and throws his fist up in victory, his friends of course are standing near him. The one who gave Drew the cowboy hat takes it back and then sits down on something.

I decide to move closer, into the crowd, in order to see what they are surrounding. The one with the hat is riding a mechanical bull. Of course,

stupid humans.

"Yeah, Ryan!" Drew encourages his friend. Eventually the friend is thrown from the machine and is given a weak round of applause. Hopping over the barricade, Drew steals back his friend's hat, straddles the bull and places the hat atop his head. The machine starts up and the crowd cheers for Drew. Its obvious, as I move through these people, that Drew is the champion. And he is, very successful, very strong, a very powerful essence inside him that I can't exactly place. Once the bell rings he jumps off the bull triumphantly and is taken into the crowd by fans. A beautiful waitress brings another round over for Drew and his friends.

My eyes and ears should be on the boys, but instead they follow the waitress' path behind the bar. The manager has her eyes narrowed at the three boys and soon she has her path dead set on them.

"How old are you three?!" She demands from the celebrating boys.

Drew looks at her and as he says, "Twenty-one," I feel a very strong surge of power.

The manager's deadly pose goes slack and her eyes glaze over.

"Oh, okay," she says dreamily before leaving.

Strange, perhaps this boy is truly who I believed. But surely Gabriel wouldn't-?

Well, he's already disappointed me once today, this will be the second time.

Drew and his friends knuckle touch (I guess its what kids do these days) and then drink up. I move towards the far wall and position myself so I have a direct line of vision of the blonde haired, blue eyed, half vampire.

About an hour and a half later, the three boys get up and stagger out drunk. I slowly, but with determination, set down my glass and follow them. No one gets in my way, and if they did, well, I just shoved them out of it.

The boys are talking loudly and singing some rap song very off key.

The air moves, telling me that the half vampire knows something isn't right. I duck down an alleyway as he turns his head.

"I thought I saw someone?" Drew says.

I look at my surroundings amongst trash. I kick a garbage pail which makes a whole bunch of racket while piquing their interest.

"Hello?"

"Who's there?"

Drew edges closer to my hiding spot crouched behind garbage pails. And when he moves one, the poor unsuspecting drunkard gets a scare from a black cat. The cat hisses and claws at his neck, which sends him falling backwards and then scrambling away with his friends.

Trouble. Its the meaning of my name and the effect of my game. My power allows me to cause mischief and problems in the lives of others. To do that, I am given whatever powers necessary at that given time. At that moment, it wasn't a black cat that had attacked Drew, it was me in disguise. Resuming my human form, I leaned flat against the wall and listened to make sure no one was around. When I was sure the coast was clear, I stepped out from around the corner and stared down the street where Drew and his friends had ran away. I rubbed my fingers together, they were wet and sticky from the blood I had drawn from Drew's neck.

Eyes not leaving the empty street, I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked on the blood. And just like I had suspected, he is also Gabriel's son, I could taste it in his blood. It was filled with the potential of untapped magic.

Trouble. It exists everywhere and haunts all. It is my name, the effect of my game, the cause of many deaths and war. Trouble is what I had brewing in my mind as I turned and walked into the darkness in the opposite direction.

-Khyita