This is Buffy, the only dog we have that is of unknown breed. She used to live with the neighbors, but then she wandered to our house and decided not to leave; our neighbors gave up trying to take her home since she always found her way back here.
61. Fairy TaleAstral projection--where the soul temporarily leaves the body. Also called an out of body experience. I've heard of it, but I've never done it; Hell, I never thought it was possible for me to do that. In all honesty, I didn't really believe that it really could happen or be done by anyone. Yeah, I know. I spend my life hunting supernatural creatures that most of the world doesn't believe exists and I don't believe in the possibility that astral projection could happen.
"Okay, so tell me again," I said as I sat down in the chair across from Magnus' bed. "Why am I the one who's astral projecting?"
"Because," Louis explained, sounding exasperated, "Magnus is injured and Sirius, Caleb, and I have intimidating astral forms due to the fact that I'm the Devil and they're Hellhounds. Now, this is a metronome, the most boring, but utterly fascinating thing I could find."
So saying, he set the device on the small table in front of me. I cocked an eyebrow at the somewhat pyramidal thing used to k
33. ExpectationsEvery parent has expectations for their child's future; every parent hopes that their child grows up to have a bright future, be successful, be happy, have a job that they love. Every parent expects that their child will do better than they did, make something of themselves in a positive way, have a good impact on the world.
Well, my mother had expectations like that for me and my brother. She expected us both to become great Hunters, to look out for each other. Her expectations didn't involve us having jobs we love, but having jobs that had a very high turnover rate; we weren't expected to be happy with the job or make much money, but expected to do the job anyway because someone had to.
She didn't care if that was what we wanted; we were expected to become Hunters even if we didn't want to do so.
For the most part, we've done exactly what was expected of us; we've been Hunters for so long, since we were kids. Hunting supernatural creatures is second nature to us; it's what was expect
99. SolitudeI hate it when Caleb leaves me alone; granted, it doesn't happen often now that we've been reunited, but he still leaves me by myself sometimes. Like when Magnus, Artemis, Louis, and him go on a Hunt and I have to stay in the motel room. I'm just as capable of helping as Caleb is, but Caleb doesn't want me to go; he worries about me.
I can take care of myself, though. I mean, sure, I look fourteen, but I'm much older than that, just like Caleb's far older than his apparent seventeen and Louis is way older than his supposed twenty or thirty-ish. Just because I'm younger than them, that doesn't mean I can't handle myself in a fight. Besides, for those couple hundred years that Caleb was gone, I took care of myself; I had to. There was no one else
That's why I hate this, hate being left behind. Not because I want to get out and show them that I can actually help, but because I don't like being alone, being left by myself. Louis left when I was too young to really remember him and Ca
72. Mischief ManagedArtemis was smirking; I'd been traveling with the group long enough to know that when she got that look, it meant trouble. Of course, that smirk on anyone's face usually meant trouble, but on Artemis well, trouble was usually an understatement. All this trouble started because Artemis was smirking
What's wrong with Magnus? I thought as I slunk down in my chair, trying to make myself look smaller in the hopes that he wouldn't see me in case I was the reason he was yelling. When he came storming into the room, I sat up, tilting my head to try to figure out why Magnus was pink
Artemis and Caleb burst out laughing and, even though I had no idea why this was so funny, I laughed a little too; Louis, meanwhile, just glanced up from his crossword puzzle, shook his head, and returned to the puzzle as though this was nothing strange. Once the laughter died down, Caleb walked over to Magnus and handed him a paper towel, still trying to stifle his laughter.
60. RejectionI'm used to rejection; I've been rejected and ostracized by the town I grew up in my whole life. I mean, my family accepted me and my siblings looked out for me when I actually went to school instead of being privately tutored, but everyone else in the town treated me like I was a demon, a plague on the town.
Of course, being a Hellhound might have something to do with it, but no one else knew that I was a Hellhound; they all hated me because of how I looked. My black hair, my red eyes the people were really scared of my eyes. My personality didn't matter; I could have been a saint and they still would have seen me as evil, as a sinner.
I never did anything to hurt them; I just tried to live my life and stay out of trouble. I just wanted to be normal, have a family, be loved; I had no reason to hurt anyone, to hunt any souls. Why should I? I had everything I could want. I was safe, loved; I was happy. Free. Even after I was expelled when I was eleven for fighting, I had no reason
85. SpiralI'm lost again; I took a wrong turn at the last fork in the path, I think, or maybe I had taken a wrong turn to begin with when I first got here. Either way, I needed to find a way out of here. If I didn't, Sirius and Caleb I needed to rescue those two. I couldn't depend on Magnus and Artemis to save them, not this time.
I turned around to go back the way I had come so that I could take the other path only to find the road gone; behind me was the hedge of thorns, preventing me from going back. I sighed and turned back to head the way I had been going; I'd have to keep going this way, even if I was just becoming more lost.
I turned left and found a gentle curve; I had found the spiral part of the maze. That meant I was close; that meant that I just needed to get through this spiral and I'd be out of the maze and able to find Sirius and Caleb. I followed the spiral path, though something was bothering me in the back of my mind, but I couldn't for the life figure out what it was.
2. LoveI love him. I can't help it; I love him. I've known for awhile that I love him, but I've been denying it; I mean, how could I possibly love a Hellhound? But, there's just it's so hard not to love Caleb. He's smart, loyal, nice he's just awesome to be around. When I'm with him, I can relax and talk about the supernatural world, the things my sister and I hunt; I don't have to pretend to be normal.
Sure, Artemis hates him, but that's because she's so convinced that there's no way a Hellhound could ever be good; I know that there's good in him, I'm sure of it. He ran away from Hell, after all, and is giving up the opportunity to have a normal life to help us hunt; of course, he also left to protect his family, but the point is the same. If he were pure evil, he wouldn't have cared so much about his family
How would my family react if I were to admit that I love Caleb? My dad probably wouldn't have minded much, though if my dad were still alive, my sister and I wouldn't be
82. Can You Hear Me?"Okay, so this will help you keep in touch with me and the others whenever we're separated," Caleb said, handing me a small, pocket-sized device. "The speed dial numbers are all preset so all you have to do is press and hold the number to call one of us. I'm number one, Louis is two, Magnus is three, and Artemis is four."
"Okay," I said, staring at the device I was holding. He had called it a cell phone, a way that people that aren't near each other communicate; it was like the howls Hellhounds use to keep in touch, but different. And not edible. Definitely not edible.
"Now, Sirius," Caleb said, returning my attention to his face, "Magnus, Artemis, and Louis are going out hunting and I am going with them; I don't want you to get hurt any more than you already are so you're going to stay here. Just call me if you need anything, okay?"
"Okay," I answered, though it really wasn't. Caleb was going to leave me here by myself with this cell phone.
I must have looked really miserable because
70. 67 PercentI've always liked math; it's weird, I know, especially given the fact that I suck at it. But, for some odd reason, I've always loved it. Especially percentages and statistics; again, I suck at this. According to Artemis, I like math because it's something I'll never use in the real world and therefore can suck at without the fear that I'll get killed by some creature
"You know, the chances of it actually being a water wraith are about twenty-two percent, right?"
"Yes, Magnus," Artemis said in an agitated tone as she dug through the multiple boxes in the back of our Tahoe.
"Then you realize that if by some slim chance it is a water wraith, our chances of being able to kill it are approximately ten percent?"
"Yes, Magnus," she replied again, retrieving a box of rock salt and frowning at it for a moment before setting it on the ground beside her.
"Okay. So then the chances of us surviving are what? Two, three percent? Five percent at best."
"I know, Magnus," she said, sounding