Cyrus
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“Come on, Jo, let’s move!” I call out to my twin sister, Joey, through our new house. It’s the first day of our mission and we’re already running late. Not only that, but I’m excited. I’ve never been to an actual school before, and the fact that we get to go to college as a part of this mission is a bonus. I can’t wait to sit in real classes with real students. The goal is to blend in, talk to people, and get information as to what the hell is going on around here.
This mission is our biggest one yet. Our previous ones in the past were important, but never anything that took us away from the convent for more than a day or two. While other kids our age were growing up in normal homes, living normal lives, me and Jo grew up in a convent with a badass priest who took care of us, trained us to fight, and slay the evil spirits of the world. We’ve trained our entire lives for this.
Nothing about our upbringing was normal. In fact, we’re not even human. I like to think of us as hybrids because there’s no one else like us, at least as far as we know. Our mother was an angel; a fierce and beautiful protector of the world. Our father was a demon that was second in command of the Devil’s secret police. In everything that we’ve learned at the convent, there has never been a couple quite like them in the history of time. This has left Joey and I with a lot of questions and few answers, but the most important one being...: if our mother was good, and our father was evil, what did that mean for us?
Nevertheless, they gave us some pretty cool powers. For example, I have the power to conjure any weapon I want with a simple thought, but Joey cannot, so she keeps a full arsenal hidden on her body at all times. She has the ability to control people’s thoughts, but I do not. We each have our own powers, but besides being able to communicate our thoughts, we only have one that we share, and that is our flawless appearance. Whether we got that from our mother or father, we wouldn’t know. We’ve never asked Father Martin, and he’s never discussed it.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get your panties in a wad,” she calls as she steps into the living room. Shaking my head, I hold up two sets of keys; one for our bike, the other for our truck. When we were sixteen, we were sent out to look for a demon that was hiding in an old junk yard. After we slayed him, we came across an old, broken down bike. I took it back to the convent and restored it with the help of Father Martin. Joey had driven me crazy, insisting I show her how to ride it, and she’s been riding ever since.
We got the truck on a different mission, where a demon was working at a large corporation. We suspected he was trying to work his way up the corporate ladder while bringing in more demons to take control of the company. We stopped him before he could carry it out, and for our hard work we kept the truck he left behind. Father Martin didn’t think there would be any harm in it, so we fixed it up. Now we have two kick-ass rides.
She looks at each set before snagging the keys to the truck. I assumed she’d take it, but sometimes she surprises me. Smirking, I turn to follow her out of the house. “Don’t want to mess up your hair, Sis?”
She smiles sweetly, but when I reach her, she jumps on my back and wraps her arm around my neck. Sometimes I forget how strong she is. Chuckling and grunting, I struggle beneath her grip, trying to throw her off.
“Care to say that again, Bro?”
Gritting my teeth, I gasp out, “I’m...so-r-ry.”
Laughing, she tightens her hold. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What did you say?”
With one final struggle, I dislodge her from my back. Taking in a much needed breath, I glare at her. “I said I was fucking sorry, okay? Now can we fucking get this show on the road?”
“That’s what I thought you said. Let’s go.”
Shaking my head, I follow her out to the garage. She climbs up into the truck as I fire up the bike, and we head off to start the first part of our mission—College.
After a quick five-minute drive, we pull into the parking lot of the school’s administration building. I can feel the stares of the other students like laser beams, following us up the sidewalk. I’ve been around humans before, but never so many at one given time.
I feel a glimmer of excitement take hold at the thought of being here, able to do what I want, when I want. Everywhere I look I see half naked-women, and every fucking one of them are looking at me. I think college is going to be a whole lot of fun.
I also notice that I’m not the only one being ogled. Every set of male eyes are on Joey, and that I do not like. Her long dark hair and piercing violet eyes are stunning. I mean, she’s my sister, but even I can see that she’s beautiful, and it seems like every fucker with a dick on campus thinks so too. Fuck.
I know Joey is more than capable of handling herself against these horny fuckers, so I’m not worried. But, I am worried about one of them trying to worm their way into her panties and fucking around with her heart. We’ve spent our lives learning and training. Anytime we did go out, it was on supervised missions, then straight back to the convent. So, to be honest, we’re both still virgins. I intend to rectify that as soon as possible, but I’ll be damned if I let any guy touch my sister. Fuck, thinking about it now makes my fucking blood boil.
Growling at a group of guys drooling over her, I pull her close while we walk and whisper, “You feel like a fucking zoo exhibit?”
“I think we’re just going to have to get used to it.”
I lock eyes with a guy practically panting after her. I glare as I place a kiss on the top of her head, hoping he’ll get the hint that she’s off limits.
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Joey
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Once inside, we take a seat by the door as we wait for the female student in front of us, currently speaking with the receptionist. We did all of our paperwork online to get set up for our classes, but we still need to get our student passes.
I notice right away that the girl seems off. Her stance is ridged as she glances around the office, never making eye contact with anyone. Strange. Growing up, I’d found that not only could Cyrus and I communicate telepathically, but that I myself have the ability to control people’s thoughts and emotions. Using the nuns as my guinea pigs, I had gradually developed that ability to the point where I am now able to pick through people’s thoughts and find out important bits of information, though that task is much more difficult.
Closing my eyes, I focus all my energy on her. What are you hiding? What are you scared of?
Just when I feel like her mind is bending, I get interrupted by the door next to us slamming hard against the wall. I’d been concentrating so hard that the sound has me jumping out of my seat.
Cyrus reaches out with his hand to catch me, looking at me curiously, but I’m unable to dwell on it for long because the new presence in the room is screaming at me. I can’t make any of it out, but I give up altogether when I look into the blackest pair of eyes I’ve ever seen. The man they belong to is tall, at least six-foot-five, and has a five o’clock shadow on his square jaw. He looks both menacing and gorgeous. If I weren’t what I am, I would probably cower at his size alone, but what really has me captivated is his eyes. When I say they are the blackest eyes I’ve ever seen, I don’t mean that they are so dark that they look black. I mean, they are actually the color black. I’ve never seen eyes like his on a human before. Maybe he’s not human?
With that thought, I shake myself and force my body to turn away and look at Cy. He must have come to the same conclusion as me because he’s looking at him like he’s a threat, with his shoulders squared and fists clenched.
What’s wrong? I ask, using my mind to talk to Cy.
He just gives his head a quick jerk, keeping his eyes narrowed on the man.
I look back to the gorgeous, scary man in time to see that he’s staring a hole into the back of the girl who is still talking to the receptionist. His eyebrows are drawn down, looking pissed and confused. Immediately, the girl stills and stops speaking. She seems to be even stiffer than she was before the mystery man walked in. Maybe she knows him?
Before I can think too much about it, she slowly turns around. She looks directly at mystery man, but I don’t see any recognition. Then she turns to look at me, with a look of...relief? I’m not sure. Then she looks to Cy, staring at him for a long moment. I would swear she’s looking at him with longing. That’s strange.
After what feels like minutes, she shakes her head and walks quickly past the newcomer and out the door.
“I can help whomever is next.” The receptionist says kindly.
Tearing his eyes from the door that the girl just left through, Cyrus stands first and reaches out his hand for me in a protective gesture. Sparing one more glance at the mystery man, I see a look of anger on his face before he turns around and storms out of the office. I want to go after him to make sure he’s not following the girl, but I can’t leave. I’ll have to find her later to make sure she’s all right.
Ten minutes later, we have our student ID’s, student parking passes, and our class schedules with a campus map. Before we walk out of the office, I turn and focus all my energy on the receptionist to convey what I want her to do.
Get up and grab the school file of the girl that was just in here. Write down her name, copy her class schedule and housing arrangements, then hand it to the student in front of you.
I watch as she gets up from her seat to do what I’ve told her to do, searching through the giant filing cabinet until she pulls out the one she’s looking for.
Once she hands me the file, we turn around to leave, but as soon as we’re out the door, my eyes collide with Mr. Mystery Man, who happens to be standing just a few feet away. His stare is cold and intense, like he’s trying to get inside my mind. Is he? I stare boldly back at him, concentrating my energy on him, trying to breach into his thoughts, even though his eyes are still pinned to mine. Nothing. It’s like I’m pushing against a brick wall. Cy wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads me out of the building, pulling me out of my staring contest with the mystery guy.
Snap out of it! We need to get out of here. Cyrus pushes through my mind. I spare one last look behind me to see that mystery guy is still staring at me.
Once we’re outside, Cy yanks me towards our truck. “What the fuck was that?” he chides in a low voice.
“I have no idea, but we should definitely look into him. I’ve got a feeling that he may not be human. Maybe he’s the reason Father Martin wanted us here.”
“Yeah, I agree, but that’s not what I was talking about, Jo.” Cy’s frustration and worry are clear in his voice.
Not understanding what he means, I just look at him in confusion. We shouldn’t be worrying about anything besides who that guy is, and the girl. There’s something there, I just know it. He’s something more than just a normal student. He’s way too intense, mysterious, and sexy as fuck. Wait, what? I did not just think that!
I tilt my head to the side and look at him. “Okay, I’m confused. What the hell are you talking about?”
“What was going on between you and that fucking weirdo, Jo?”
Shit. I can’t tell Cy what that guy in there had made me feel. Schooling my features, I shrug. “I don’t know. After that guy came in, I was thinking that we needed to look into him. It’s a starting point. There’s something not right with him.”
Cy is thoughtful, obviously buying my explanation. “I think you’re right, but I didn’t get a demon vibe from him. He could be human, but maybe he’s in the know, ya know? Father Martin made mention of human bounty hunters, so maybe that’s what he is?”
I agree. I remember when Father Martin brought that up, but I also remember him saying that he wasn’t sure if they actually existed anymore or not. Either way, something is going on here, but I also think our mystery guy may have something to do with it.
“Should we call Father Martin to tell him about what we think?” Cy suggests.
“No. I think we should go to our classes today, then go straight home after so we can do some research. Let’s not bring him into it until we have more information.”
Cy looks uncertain. “But he may be able to help us figure it out, or possibly tell us where to start in finding more information. He has contacts in this world, so we may need to use his resources.”
He’s right, but I still think we should wait. “Look, I understand what you’re saying. This is the biggest mission we’ve been on, and I’ll admit that we may need the help, but this is our first day here. We should try to look into some things ourselves just to start. Father Martin’s resources will always be there when we need them. It won’t hurt anything for us to see what we can come up with on our own, and after a few days, we’ll bring him in on it.”
I can tell he’s trying to find a way to argue with me, but he knows I’m right. We were sent here to do this on our own, and I’m not ready to start asking for help when we’ve only just started like an hour ago. I know we can do this. We have to watch and listen, gather all the information we can, then we can work on piecing it all together.
“You’re right. We’ll meet back at home tonight. Find out whatever you can on that guy, and I’ll do the same. I want to know what he’s about before the end of the week. If not, we call Father Martin.”
I nod. Cyrus gives me a smile and ruffles my hair before taking off to his first class. Turning on my heels, I decide to hit the library first. My class doesn’t start for another hour, so maybe I can do some research before then.