Shadowed Spirits (Males x Seme! Male reader)

Prologue - Worst. Birthday. Ever.

Jake's POV

                                                               BEEP. BEEP. BE-.

I slammed my hand on the clock immediately shutting it up. Yawning, I slowly sat up and looked around my crawl space of a room. My room Was the attic had boxes on one side of the room. That side cover a little bit more than half the room, so my side is extremely small.

Groggily grabbing my clothes and tripping to the bathroom, I tried to get to to get ready for school. Since my "room" is the attic, I had to walk down creaky stairs, which isn't really good for a sleepy person. I opened the door and locked it behind me.

I took a shower and just as I got out my "sister" ,Hannah, knocked loudly on the door. "Jake! Hurry up and get out!" She yelled. Hannah is my half sister. She came here with my stepdad Mike two years ago. 'Her voice is extremely annoying.' was the only thought that crossed my mind. "I'm not done yet, go to the other one!" I yelled back. I heard what sounded like a strangled cat, then it was quiet.

I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair and put on my clothes. As soon as I opened the door, I heard my mom and Mike yelling at each other. Groaning I go back upstairs to get my backpack and phone.

By the time I make my way to the dining table, Mike and Hannah are gone and Mom is drinking coffee and on her phone. I looked at the table and saw no plate for me. Sighing, I went to the garage and got my bike. Rolling my bike out to the street, a car speed by and sprayed me with water. Amazing. Fucking great.

Muttering curses, I rode my bike on the way to school. Luckily, the water was mostly dried when I got to school. Putting my bike up on the rack, I walked into the school. Keeping my head down, I navigated my way to homeroom class.

I got to my desk, dropped my bag and slammed my face into my desk. A sudden tiredness hit me like a truck. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

The dream was mostly darkness. Then a flash of light so bright, hit me. Putting my hands over my eyes I felt hands grabbing at my clothing. Then something grabbed me by my throat. Removing my hands from my face I tried to get the hand off me. The light had gotten so strong that even with my eyes closed, it was still shinning through.

I tried to scream, but nothing came out. The life was slowly draining out of me. Then a voice spoke. "Jake" was the only word I could reconginze. The voice sounded deep and garbled in metal. A second voice that sounded younger repeated the same things.

Suddenly the voices got louder. And louder. And louder. It hurt my ears. My limbs felt weak and I had lost feelings in my legs and tips of my fingers. My arms swung to my side unable to control them. Everything suddenly went dark. The hands were gone. I dropped to the ground. The voices stopped. A new voice suddenly spoke.

                                            "Join us"

I woke up up with a start. Sweat brimmed on my forehead and my hands slammed on the desk. I looked around and remembered where I was. School.

The class uproared with laughter. My face set on fire and I tried to calm down and slow down my breathing. "Well, Mr.Evans, thank you for volunteering." Mrs.Edwards said. I stared at her, my mind obviously somewhere else. "W-what was the question?" My voice noteably cracked, which caused another round of snickers.

"Well, if you paying attention you would have known," Mrs.Edwards smugly said,"The question is: In what South Asia language is the text of Vedas written?"

Not a single thing came to my mind. Cue the laughs. After a minute, which felt like days, the teacher finally called on a girl across the room. My mind soon exploded with thoughts, not letting me hear the answer.