Lightning strikes just outside of town, the storm is approaching fester then expected. Slowly I make my way up the walk to the house, with all the lights dimmed and the music blaring loud enough to make the house shake. I find myself hopping that we were wrong, that the reason I’m here was just to act like a normal teen, not a Ja’aku. I know it is a futile hope for we are never wrong. I had reached the door now and pulled my hand put to nock three

Moments later the door swung inward to reveal a tall man with pail skin and dark black eyes.

          “Do you have an invitation?” He questioned me. I pulled out a card and held it out for him to see. He stepped aside and allowed me to enter before shutting the door.

The room I had entered held one more boy and two more girls with the pail skin and dark, black eyes. The rest looked like normal teens, as I wish I was now.

         I sat down next to one of the normal looking ones and began to talk my way into knowing more about this party, along with were and when the next one would be. Getting myself invited to the next one was easy enough.

         Eleven o’clock was fast approaching when I excused myself to leave. Heading for the door I noticed that five more normal teens had arrived.

I had reached the door and was about to open it, when three sharp taps fell apoen the door. The man that had opened the door for me came and stood behind me as if waiting for me to mess up. I opened the door to find a man of around nineteen or twenty with pail Wight skin and dark black hair and eyes. I stepped out the door, around him, and quickly down the three porch steps.

        “Nice to see u, again, Vincent.” The man still inside said. Vincent chuckled.

         “And you Mark.” He replied. They both went inside as I continued down the walk.                     At the side walk I turned left and continued away from the house.

          After fourteen blocks I came up to my car a 2000 black, Volvo, by far my favorite car out of all the ones in our garage.  I unlocked the car, got in, and pulled out my cell phone. Dialing I looked around, nothing out of the ordinary it seemed. I held the phone to my ear as it rang.

          “Hello.” A tired voice called from the receiver.

          “Yeah, Hellen this is Taken.”

           “Were have u been u should have checked in an hour ago. You know you can’t be out past eleven around them and it’s ten after.”

         “I’m fourteen blocks away, no worries. Anyway, do a background check on a vamp. named Vincent.”

        “Why he look important?” She asked.

         “Sorta just do it and get back to me. Later.”

          “Bye. Taken?”

           “Yes.”

           “Be safe.”

           “I will sis. Bye.” I replied and hung up the phone. I looked around one more time before I turned the key bringing the engine to the sweet purr I have grown used to over the years. Putting on the lights I pulled away from the curb and drove north. Heading strait home after a long day of working and an evening of this I was beginning to tier.

Two miles out of town I turned onto a privet drive that led further into the forest toured the wide shores of the Pacific. Before you could see the beach a two story house broke through the trees with a large garage that could fit close to twelve cars. I stopped in front of the house and got out.

          The door was opened by Christen as I approached another one of the Ja’aku.

          “Hey Taken, just get back?”

          “Yes, I’ve been working all night. Going out?”

         “So I here. Yes, actually I’m going to a club, you should come to come?”

         “I think I’ll pass, I have class in the morning.”

        “That’s too bad. See you later then, I guess.”

         “Yeah, bye.” I said as I entered the house and shut the door. The first floor of the house was divided into three rooms; the sitting room (living room) is in the front half of the house, the back is divided in two to make the kitchen on the right and dinning room on the left. On the left side of the sitting room was a massive stair case witch is ware I was going. I claimed the steps slowly as I let my muscles relax a little.

The top of the steps opened up into another small sitting room. It had four doors leading off in different directions. Each door had a name plate of gold placed at eye level. Starting on the left they read:

Christen: Christ

Hellen: Hell cat

Darien : dare devil

Tagen: Taken

          We were all Ja’aku the youngest sorcerers alive, but we were also the best. We all acquired cretin abilities when we were younger that allowed us to become who we are today. Christen is known for his ability to know were someone is wether they want him to or not. Hellen, my sister, is known for her random and periodic visions that can get her out of fix with no problems. Darien with all his smart mouthing is known for being able to do just about anything and getting away scratch free. I’m known for my ability to read some minds. We call ourselves the Ja’aku because most people that we come in contact with or care for die only days later. Ja’aku is Japanese word for wicked which in most cases we are. I entered my room, shut the door, and then collapsed on my bed falling asleep almost instantly.

          I awoke at seven o’clock in the morning to snag a quick shower in my bathroom, and get ready for my first. I found my favorite pair of jeans and a black short sleeve shirt. Then I went back to my bathroom to brush my hair. The moiré was still foggy from my shower so I took a rag and whipped off, revealing the reflection of what looked like a normal teenage girl. I had long blonde hair that reached to the middle of my back.  My jaw stuck out enough to prove I was stubborn.  My mouth and nose were proportionate to my face, but my most dominate featcher was my eye’s; they were the color a vampire’s gets after they’ve fed, blood red. During the day I wear blue contacts to hide them, but at night, excepted on the nights I go hunting, I don’t have to wear them.

        Now that I was ready I left my room to head down stairs in the kitchen. As I crossed through the living room or sitting room I picked up the mail by the door, and then continued on.

       The kitchen was as noisy as ever, when I entered Darien and Hellen were arguing again. (Christen was still in bed, if he came home at all.)  

       “Be quiet you two, please its only seven, thirty.” I interrupted them.

       “Taken aculy going to make your classes today?”   Darien asked

       “Yes, I’m going to make them.” I retorted

       “I thought you hated them because there boring and the minds were a distraction.”

      “I do, but I still have to go, after all I’m support to be a high school student.”

     “shes right we have to keep our cover after all we do live in seatle Washington in  normal human town. “ Helen popped up’’. “The  h.s  says we have to go to school until we are about seventeen’’. She finished