Coming Out Of The Shadows

Saved By The Bell

I will laugh when you laugh.

I will cry when you cry.

I will tell you, you're lovely,

and that is no lie

I will join you for lunch,

and we'll share a dessert,

as we catch up on gossip,

and dish all the dirt.

I will keep all your secrets,

(I know you'll keep mine),

'till we're old, grey, and wrinkled,

'till the end of all time.

To be your best friend,

I'll be all that and more,

I'll be there when you need me.

That's what best friends are for.

"Blair?" Liam said, popping his head out the back door. I could not have been happier to hear his voice say my name.

"I think that's my cue to go," I say, looking into the man's eyes. Then I walked off, not even looking back, but I could feel the smoldering looks on me as I linked my arm with Liam, and we walked back into the bar.

"What was going on back there, Blair?" Liam asks me as I pull him through the crowded bar and out to my car. "Were you doing a drug deal?" He asks again and snaps his arm from mine, making me come to a complete halt.

"No, I was throwing some guys out, and it was just getting heated! Can we leave before they follow us and decide to jump us?" I said, sounding more unsteady and shaky than I intended.

I couldn't stop thinking about those guys as we drove back to our apartment complex. They had strange tattoos all over their bodies, much like the ones on the sword. Oh, sorry, "Seraph Blade" I roll my eyes at the annoying voice playing through my head.

"You okay over there?" Liam snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Um.. yeah, I'm good," I say, trying to sound convincing.

"Who were those guys back there?" He asks with a serious face, with his eyes still straight ahead.

"I don't know, honestly," I say, looking down with my hands in my lap. "It was a long day at work." And an interesting one too.

I kept puzzling over those marks and that name; where had I heard that name before? We arrive home, and I say goodnight and disappear into my apartment. I sit on my bed in comfy shorts and a black tank top; my mind wanders and puzzles. Then just as my wondering mind settles to a stop, I hear a loud crash in my living room. 

I jump out of my bed and search for the baseball bat beside my bed; once my hand feels the cold hard metal, it grips it tight, and I slowly walk through my apartment on the edge of the dark corners. I peek to see if I can see anything or anyone. 

As I creep a little further out into my apartment, I see that my window is shattered and scattered into a million tiny shards on the floor,  and my reading lamp has been knocked over.

'What the hell?' I say lightly under my breath; now, my heart rate is twice the speed it was ten seconds ago. I clutch the baseball bat in my hand, and my knuckles start to turn white; I'm scared for my life.

"Hello, Blair Rosewood." The voice echoing through my apartment was strangely familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it was not a voice that gave me warming feelings, more like pure annoyance and irritation; I whipped around and saw nothing but darkness.

"Where are you? Show yourself!" I yell at the top of my lungs, hoping Liam will hear me through these thin walls.

"You can scream all you want; your little friend on the other side won't hear you." The voice whispers like he's right in my ear, but when I swing around with my bat flaring, theirs no one there.

"Damn it, Nick! Stop messing with the poor girl!" The other seemingly familiar voice booms out. I whip around to see all three strangers from behind the bar standing behind me, the one laughing his ass off, while I give him the most prominent death glare I can provide, hoping it will work and his head will explode.

"Sorry about him; he tends to be an ass." The girl says, stepping out from behind her brother.

"Hey, I'm not an ass. But I do have a mighty fine good-looking one." He smirks and winks at me. I roll my eyes in disgust. 

"Do you like to look at yourself naked and know what your ass looks like to know that it's that good-looking, interesting?" I say back at him with a chuckle, and now I have my smirk plastered on my face while the other two laugh at my statement.

"We did not mean to startle you." The smoldering man with sad green eyes states.

"Well, I did." The thing says. I shoot him a glare.

"But you need to come back to the institute with us." Green eyes state.

"I'm sorry, but what I need you to do is get the hell out of my apartment, or I'm calling the cops," I say, not faltering any confidence, 'cause I've about had it with these guys.

"Those mundanes can't do anything to us," Nick says, shooting daggers into me as I return the favor.

"Excuse me, mundanes?" I say, confused and annoyed at his attitude.

"I thought you were going to be a writing major. Shouldn't you know the definition of mundane?" Nick spouts off again. Does he ever shut up? I roll my eyes and look at the female standing next to me.

"Mundane is the world between heavenly and spiritual or, as you may know, it as the human realm." He finishes his sentence, and I look at him and then laugh.

"Yeah, okay, there's actually a heaven, hell, and some other spiritual shit out there." I spit, "I'm getting sick of these games. You guys need to leave, or I'm calling the police."

"They won't be able to see us." The girl standing beside me said. I am now getting creeped out and increasingly annoyed at these strangers busting into my apartment late as shit. Breaking my window, crashing my lamp, and now they want to try and spout some stuff off about realms, mundanes, and being invisible. These people are more nuts than a cracker jack box.

"What do you mean?" I ask with sass pouring out of my words.

"We are glamoured for only Shadow Slayers, Downworlders, and Demons can see us." I stare at her blankly. Oh, goody more nonsense "'Glamoured' really, people, who the hell do you think I am? Demons, god, hell, and other shit like that don't exist. You find it in books, and you people have been reading too many of them." I say, slowly backing up towards the phone because I can't take much more crazy tonight.

Just before I get to the phone, I feel something wrap around my wrist, and the looks on the faces in front of me say that it's not good. Just as quick as it wraps around my wrist, I'm being ripped out of my apartment window. I hear yelling and screaming, but I can't determine if it's mine or theirs. I try and get loose,  but something pricks me in the back of my neck, and the world around me falls dark.