Chapter 1

Note: no part of this book is edited. Sorry for grammar errors, spelling errors, and choppiness

another note: this is taking place before all of the demon stuff happened to her. the prologue was kind of like a foreshadow of what happens to her

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"No...Eh... No... Okay, that one's pretty hot," I faintly heard a girl whisper to her friends as I slowly stared to fall asleep. I was hesitant, of course. I've been getting nothing but these unbelievably vivid, morbid nightmares for the past couple months. Getting trapped in some white room, being choked to death, killing people...

I didn't want to risk accidentally waking up screaming or mumbling about the dreams in my sleep.

'But, then again,' I thought to myself. 'I haven't been  getting enough sleep. Maybe I should go to sleep...'

"What do you think, Michelle?" I heard very faintly just as I was about to pass out. "Michelle? Hello?"

"MICHELLE!" Breanna yelled into my ear, making a squeak come out of my throat as I slammed my thighs against the table, a failed attempt of trying to jump away from her.

"WHAT?" I asked angrily, completely shaken up. "Jesus, was it necessary to scream in my ear?"

"YES!" Breanna said, pointing to the corner of the cafeteria. "LOOK!" she hissed into my ear, making me roll my eyes and look over to the corner of the room.

"What am I looking at?" I asked tiredly, just seeing a bunch of people walking around- nothing popping out in my opinion.

"The hot new kids from Europe," Alivia said with a huge grin, making me roll my eyes and look around more closely.

"I'm not seeing any hot new kids from-" I started, but then Brooke grabbed my head and moved it slightly to the right, making my focus adjust and my jaw drop. "Europe," I finished, a lot quieter then I started. Five incredibly hot guys were standing in the corner of the cafeteria where the doors to the court yard were, talking and looking over the student body.

"They look like angels," Audree said in a dreamy voice, making me snort and look away.

"Yeah. Fallen Angels, probably. They look like trouble," I commented, moving my tray to the center of the table and putting my head in my arms. "They're probably here because they got expelled from every school in Europe."

"Michelle!" Stella gasped, slapping my harm harshly, making me hiss in pain. "Be. Nice."

"Be. Nice," I mimicked in a voice two octaves higher then my own as I looked back up to face her, making the rest of the table laugh.

"Funny," Stella deadpanned, not sounding amused. "Very funn-"

"Hey, guys!" Katie said, sitting down on the table with her tray of food. "That line was so fucking long. I thought I would get out of there at the age of thirty."

"That's why I don't buy," Breanna said with a smirk, making everyone look over to her.

"I thought it was you're a 'vegetarian'," Katie said, using air quotes on the word vegetarian. I snickered when I saw Breanna look at Brooke with narrowed eyes.

"I am a vegetarian," Breanna replied harshly, making Stella scoot away from the two with an uncomfortable look on her face.

"Wait! Don't fight yet!" Brooke said, reaching for something in her pocket. Everyone stared at her in silence as she fiddled around her pockets to find whatever she needed. We were just about to look away, when suddenly she popped out her phone and pressed the camera app. "Okay... now you can fight," Brooke said eagerly, making everyone look at her with a raised eyebrow. "What?" she asked, slowly lowering her phone.

"No, no one's stopping you. Send me the recording when the fight's over, will you?" Katie said with a grin, making me snort.

"You're a sadist," Audree deadpanned, making Katie smile crookedly.

"Thank you," she responded happily, making Alivia choke on her water and start laughing.

"I'm friends with lunatics," I muttered to myself, picking up my tray and standing up.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Alivia asked, looking concerned. I looked down at my tray and then over to her, understanding why she sounded concerned. She probably thought I was leaving.

"To throw away my food..." I answered slowly, making the whole table freeze.

"What?" the whole table said simultaneously, making my eyebrows raise.

"You never throw away food. Hell, you even take food off our trays when you finish," Brooke stated, making me sarcastically smile at her.

"Yeah. Are you sick?" Audree said, making me roll my eyes.

"No, I'm not sick," I said bluntly as I started to walk away in a huff.

As started walking towards the trash my mind was thrown elsewhere. I had a science test today that I didn't study for and I forgot to bring my papers to lunch so I could study. My study hall's after science, which doesn't really help, and the teacher isn't... that nice either.

When I carelessly dumped the food on my tray into the garbage I turned on my heels and started walking towards the front of the cafeteria to put away the big plastic tray I had in my hands. As I walked I saw a girl start to walk in my direction. I rolled my eyes, already knowing what she was going to do. It wasn't hard to guess, anyway. Ivory has always had it out for me, but I have no idea why. I never associated with her, never talked about her, and never been part of any rumors that mentioned her. I've never been part of any rumors, period, actually.

But judging by the huge amount of food on her tray and the little sly smile she had on her face as she walked towards me, I knew automatically that her little mission was to dump food onto me.

And I've just about had enough of her stupid little games.

By now we were only separated by a couple feet, so automatically I casually tilted my tray so it was like a little shield. I wasn't going to use it as a shield, though.

"Oops!" I heard her squeak as she 'accidently' slipped on the clean floor making side-step quickly, turn around so I was now behind her, and push her with my tray. I watched with a cynical grin as she actually tripped this time and fell, screaming as her top landed in the food she had on her tray. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Hell, I knew the moment I put my tray up that everyone was staring, but I decided that paying attention to that wasn't something I needed to focus on.

"Yeah. Oops," I said sarcastically, watching as she got up from the ground with a squeak and noticing that it was death silent in the cafeteria. "You should really watch where your going. That food almost got on me."

"I'll kill you! I'll ruin your high school year!" Ivory screamed, making me look at her with a face void of emotion.

"Oh no," I said blandly as I rolled my eyes and turned around, continuing to walk towards the front of the cafeteria.

"You owe me a new shirt, you bitch!" she screeched at me as I walked away.

"It's not my fault your a klutz," I said simply with a wave of my hand making some people in the room snicker.

"You... you... Ugh!" she yelled as she kicked the tray and stomped out of the room, making her little posse pick up her tray, throw the food and tray away, and scurry after her.

I rolled my eyes at them as I finally got to where the table for trays was, putting it on the little stack, and walking back to the table.

"Michelle," Alivia hissed quietly when I got to the table, making me furrow my eyebrows. By now everyone was back to their social life and not paying attention to me. Why was she whispering when it was loud in the cafeteria?

"What?" I asked curiously, making her motion with her eyes back to where the guys were. I sighed and shook my head saying, "Yeah, I know. There's new people here. So what?"

"They're staring at you," Stella said in a scared voice making me stiffen, my hands clenched into fists.

"They've been staring at you since you threw your food away," Breanna added in a very hushed voice, making me strain my ears to hear.

"Are they still staring?" I asked no one in particular, making Audree turn casually over there and pretend to be looking for someone.

"Yes," she said, her lips barely moving as she said it, making me slowly nod and sit back down.

"Well... that's weird," I said shrugging as I put my head back into my arms, trying to sleep. "Wake me up when it's time to leave," I grumbled, making Katie slap my head.

"Wake up!" she yelled seconds later, making me slowly bring my head back up, a glare on my face.

"You, leave me alone," I growled, making Katie roll her eyes.

"They're still looking," Stella whispered, playing with her nails as she looked at the guys from the corner of her eyes.

"Let them. It's not like they'll kill me," I said, waving my hand in a dismissive way, making Stella and the others swing their heads over to me.

"This is serious," Alivia hissed, making me huff and lean back in my seat in a bored way.

"They aren't even blinking!" Brooke added in a slightly louder hiss, making me raise a doubtful eyebrow.

"That's a little too exagerated," I stated, making Audree shake her head.

"No, she's right. They're barely blinking," Audree said, making me furrow my eyebrows.

"They're just talking and staring at you," Breanna said, making me tilt my head and lean in towards them.

"That's a little... weird," I said, turning to look at them. But before I could Katie grabbed my chin and spun my head to face hers, her brown eyes centimeters from mine.

"Don't look at them," she whispered as I jumped away from her, not liking the closeness we had there.

"Why not?" I challenged, making Katie look over to them from the corner of her eye quickly before looking over to me.

"Because they're walking over here right now," she responded quickly, making my eyes widen slightly.

"Hey, Michelle? Can you throw away my food?" Alivia said with a quick wink and a smile, making me grin.

She was trying to help me sneakily look over to them.

"Why, of course I can, Alivia," I said with a charming smile, picking up her tray and standing up from my seat. "I'll be right back, ladies," I said with a smirk in Katie's direction, making Katie take turns glaring at Alivia and I as I walked away.

"Take your time on that, will you?" Alivia yelled over to where I was a couple feet away, making me dump the food with a chuckle.

"No problem!" I said as I turned my head to look at them while I walked. "I'll take my prescious ti-"

Before I could finish what I was saying I hit something that felt like a brick wall. Noting that last time I checked walls don't grow out of the floor I closed my eyes and turned to face whoever the person was.

'Please don't be a new guy, please don't be a new guy,' I said in my head as I reluctantly started to open my eyes to see who it was.

"Sorry," I automatically said when I saw five really tall new kids in front of me. "I should've watched where I was going."

"I expected a little more... voilence to come out of you," a guy with black hair said with a slight smile, something weird happening with his eyes.

It looked like they got... darker. Like a fog went over them.

"Um..." I said, not really knowing what to say to that, as I looked at all the other guys.

"Don't worry about him," another guy with blonde hair that was almost a shiny silver said, a charming smile on his face. "Pretend he's not even there."

"Look who's talking. The worthless one," the guy with black hair retorted with a sneer, making me shift from foot to foot, feeling awkward.

I looked up to the guy that I accidently hit, an apologetic smile on my face. "Sorry for hitting you. I didn't see you there."

"No harm has been done to me. Are you okay?" he asked with a smile, making me grin for some unknown reason.

"Yeah. I'm fine, thank you," I said politely, turning to the last two guys.

"Next time watch where you're going. Wouldn't want a beautiful girl like you getting hurt, now would we?" the fourth guy said, making me raise an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't say I'm beautiful, but yeah, getting hurt isn't necessarily on my to do list," I said, making the last guy's eyes light up.

"I can already tell your not like most girls," he said, making me look over to him.

"What do mean by that?" I asked, making him raise an eyebrow as he looked me over. I looked down at my slightly faded skinny jeans, hoodie, and converse shoes; feeling a little self conscious all of a sudden.

"I don't know. I guess I just... have a feeling your different," he said vaguely, his bright hazel eyes staring into my brown, boring ones.

"Well..." I said, feeling a little awkward. "I'll just be on my way then, I guess," I stated as I smiled and started to walk past then, but suddenly I felt a hand wrap around my forearm not even two steps in, feeling something like jolts of electricity surge up my body.

I turned quickly to see who did it, just to see the one I hit holding my arm. When my eyes met his blue orbs I saw something in his eyes change, but just as I was about to see what it was it vanished- not even holding itself in his eyes for two seconds.

'I must be hallucinating,' I thought to myself as I felt him let go of my arm.

"May I ask for your name, Miss?" the guy said, making me throw him my charming smile.

"Michelle. Michelle Antoinette," I said politely as I gave a small nod and started to walk away, feeling their stares on my back.

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"Axel?"

"Here."

"Andrews?"

"Here."

"Antoinette?" I faintly heard the teacher say from where I was at the back of the classroom. "Is Miss Antoinette here?"

"Michelle," Breanna hissed as she kicked my shin from under our table, making me hiss in pain as I slowly sat up. I looked at her with a glare, watching as she looked towards the front of the room while pointing to the paper in her hands, making me look at it.

Say here, you idiot! it said, making me sigh and raise my hand slightly.

"Right here," I yawned out, making the teacher nod from where his head was in the papers and continue with roll call.

Several minutes later, when the teacher was just about to finish roll call, the door to the room opened and in came one of the new kids. The one with black hair.

"You must be one of the new students," the teacher said with a slight smile, making the him nod slightly before looking around the room for an open seat.

"Yes, I am," the guy responded, making some of the girls giggle.

"His accent is so cute," I barely heard a girl say behind me.

"I know right?" another girl replied, making me roll my eyes.

"Well, why don't you take the empty seat by..." the teacher said, looking around for empty seats with squinted eyes. While he did that I started to slowly lean back down into my arms, wanting to go back to sleep.

My sisters kept me up all last night and I had horrible sleeping patterns as is. I'm pretty sure if I keep this up I won't be able to cover my bags up with concealer anymore.

"Oh! By that young woman over there!" I heard the teacher say and faintly heard someone to my right's breath hitch as I closed my eyes, ready for sleep to take over again.

"Michelle! Michelle!" Brooke hissed from the back-right corner of my desk, kicking it, causing me to grumble out incoherent words before trying to go back to sleep.

"Might want to wake up. The teacher'll catch you," a slightly familiar baratone voice said from my left, making me groan and turn my head to look at him.

"And what's it to you?" I asked sleepily with my eyes still closed, making the guy chuckle. I froze at the sound of the chuckle. It sounded mesmorizing, but at the same time dangerous. Two things I would soon find out don't go well together.

"Just trying to help," he said- a cold gust of air trailing down my neck when he finished his answer, my shivers evident.

"Well, why don't you just go to h-" I said as I started to open my eyes, but stopped when I saw the black-haired guy from lunch sitting next to me with an amused smile on his face.

"No, keep going," he said, looking almost eager to hear the rude retort I was about to give.

"Now, class," the teacher said, interrupting the conversation we were having. "Since I'm going to be your substitute teacher for three months and we have a new kid, let's do a little introduction game, shall we?

"I will choose the partner you have, and with that partner you will find at least ten interesting things about the other person," he said, making most of the class sigh. "Now. Can I have.... Alan and Katherin together, Mark and Julia together, Rahab and Michelle together..."

After he said my name I stopped listening, and furrowed my eyebrows. Who's Rahab? Is he some weirdo that people don't talk to?

"Looks like we're partners," the black-haired guy stated seconds after that question popped into my head, making my eyes widen as I looked over to the boy next to me.

"Um..." I said, trying not to laugh at his name. I mean, he is apparently from Europe, so I'm guessing that's a normal name to have over there, but that name in America is just... unusual.

"Okay," the teacher said a while later, when he finished putting people together "Get with your partner and learn about each other. You have five to ten minutes."

Immediately the class started moving around, walking towards their partners, probably already knowing so much about them already that all they would do is just talk about stupid things, like a sale at a store or some dumb sports tournament coming up. Me, on the other hand...

"Well, let's start," Rahab said, turning his chair to face me, me following his lead.

"What's your favorite color?" I asked, turning to a page in my notebook, getting ready to write stuff done.

"Red," he said, making me quickly jot that down before firing away with my next question.

"Favorite place you've visited?" I asked, making him put a hesitant and thoughtful look on his face.

"Probably the... arc de triomphe in Paris," he said casually, though I could tell he sounded a little off.

"Okay... birthday month?" I asked as I finished writing down the last answer.

"October," he said after a second of silence, making the space around us tense up.

"Hobbies?" I asked when I lifted my hand up from the notebook, done writing for the last response.

"Hunting," he said almost automatically, making me nod and quickly jot down the word hunting.

"Siblings?" I asked, making him shake his head.

"Only child," he deadpanned, making me nod again as I quickly wrote down what I needed to.

"Where'd you come from?"

"Greece."

"Do you know different languages?"

"Yes. ten different languages."

"Favorite food?"

"Anything spicy."

"Sports?"

"Used to be a wrestler."

"And finally, why did you come here?" I asked, looking up from my paper to see his face. He looked uncomfortable with the question I gave him, a look that showed he wasn't going to answer it no matter how many times I asked. "Actually, wait, I thought of a better question," I said thoughtlessly as I looked away from him and down at the paper. "Favorite car?"

"That would be an Expand on Silverado 1500," he said with a slight smile, knowing I did that on purpose.

"That truck is pretty cool," I commented, making him flash me a grin before leaning back in his chair.

"My turn," he stated with a Cheshire cat grin, making me swallow a breath from the way he said it- hoping he wouldn't ask too many personal questions. "Color?"

"Blue," I said automatically, looking over to the beautiful blue walls of the classroom. "Especially cobalt blue on cars. I love the look of those."

"Hobbies or interests?" he asked, making me wrack my brain for something I could share.

"When I was five I started up boxing with my dad, but my mom said my studies were more important then boxing, so I ended up quitting at fourteen. Besides that, nothing interesting has happened in my life what-so-ever," I said with a sigh as I slouched into my seat, making him smile in an amused and knowing way.

"Interesting... Favorite movie?" he asked, which made me shrug and shake my head.

"Anything with horror or action in it," I answered vaguely, making him raise an eyebrow and chuckle.

"Pets or siblings?" he asked as he looked from me to the clock by the teacher's desk, making me nod.

"I had a two goldfish when I was eleven, but my mom accidently killed them a couple weeks after we bought them," I said boredly, looking over to the clock as well, "And I have two sisters that are annoying as hell."

"Favorite food?" he asked making me look back to him, only to see him already staring at me.

"Pizza, burgers, or lasagna," I answered quietly as I started picking at my nails. Seconds later my heart suddenly started to beat at a quicker pace, making me know something was off.

"Birthday coming up?" he asked as he leaned forward making me nod and hold in a gulp, not liking the reduced space.

"Yeah. It's in two days actually," I said, watching from the corner of my eye as he took all the information in without moving a muscle.

Isn't he going to write this stuff down?

"No, I can remember it," he said with a chuckle, making my eyes widen a little at the fact that I accidentally said that out loud. "Anyway, do you have a middle name?" he asked, to which I nodded again.

"Hope," I replied, making his eyebrows furrow.

"Michelle Hope Antoinette. Fancy name," he complimented, a slight smile being my reply. "Your origin?"

"Different places," I said vaguely, making him look at me with a pointed look.

"Care to elaborate?" he said with a smirk, making me roll my eyes.

"Russia, Italy, Serbia, and France," I said in monotone, wanting this to end. I was getting more uncomfortable the more we talked.

"And the last one," he said, a grin on his face. "What's your opinion on Heaven and Hell?"

"Um..." I trailed off, furrowing my eyebrows. "Since I'm Christian, I would say that Heaven is a better and safer place to be. Hell is... not a place I would want to go when I died. I can't stand the thought of it. Having to walk on a land that was challenging God... I just don't like it."

"Interesting... And one more. To get us extra-credit," he said with a smirk, my eyebrow automatically raising in curiousity. "Do you get scared easily?" he asked in a slightly lower-pitched voice, his eyes getting a little darker as well, making my heart beat out of my chest. But, strangly, I was sickly calm on the outside.

"Bite me," I responded harshly without thinking, making him shoot me one more smirk before moving his chair back to his table- a very uneasy feeling settling upon me as soon as he left.

"Times up, class. Go back to your seats," the teacher commanded loudly, watching as students got up from their seats and moved back to their previous ones. "Now that you've had time to share things about yourselves, I want you and your partner- when I call you up- to come up to the front and tell us about your partner.

"Any volunteers to go first?" the teacher finally asked after a second of silence, looking over the class for a raised hand. I slumped back in my seat and closed my eyes, knowing no one was going to-

"Can we go up?" Rahab said loudly, making me straighten up quickly and turn my head to face him so fast that I was surprised I didn't get whiplash. There he sat with that weird crooked, knowing smile- a hand raised up high as if the teacher would never be able to see it.

"Yes, of course! Come on up!" the teacher said enthusiastically, making me turn to Rahab with a glare. I think he could feel the glare I was giving him, because his innocent looking grin turned into a sly smirk seconds after, making my glare harden as I grabbed my poor paper with a tight grip and ripped it out harshly.

As we started walking up to the front I heard whispers all around me, making me feel as if there were voices in my head. I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, but it didn't take a genius to realize that topic was either me, Rahab, or the both of us. After all, they didn't start until after we stood up at the same time.

"You go first," he whispered to me when we finally got to the whiteboard, making me sarcastically smile at him and lift the wrinkled and torn paper up to my face so I could read it.

"Rahab's favorite color is red, his birthday is in October, the most favorite place he's visited is the arc de triomphe in Paris, he likes spicy foods, came from Greece, loves trucks, his hobby is hunting, he is an olny child, he used to be a wrestler, and he knows ten different launguages," I said in monotone, watching from the corner of my eyes as almost every girl in the room started to lean closer to Rahab and me with every word I said. I looked up from the paper completely when I was finished reading off the list, and crumpled it into a ball while boredly looking at the back of the classroom, not bothering to 'elaborate' like Rahab told me to, or look at the teacher for approval like I would normally do.

Today I was tired, frustrated, and a mess. I don't need a teacher critizing me being added to the list.

"Michelle's full name is Michelle Hope Antoinette, she loves the color cobalt blue, she started boxing at five and quit at fourteen," Rahab started as I kept looking at the wall. "When she was eight she got her first phone, she loves watching anything to do with werewolves or gore, she has two sisters named Dayna and Tiffany, she loves watching football games, her favorite type of foods inclued meat in some type of way, her origin comes from multiple different countries- Russia, Serbia, Italy, France, and Australia-, and she apparently doesn't get scared easily," he finished off with a mischievious tone in his voice, making me sense up and freeze- unable to move from the fright that took over me.

How the hell did he know all that stuff? I didn't tell him have of that, yet everything he said was correct. How did he know I didn't mention Australia? Did he look me up? How could he look me up when we just met each other? What is going on?

"Thank you for your speechs, and because you were the only volunteers you will be also getting bonus points," I barely heard the teacher say over my frantic thoughts, listening to the class's groans of protest as well. "You may have a seat," I remember hearing half a second before I started walking towards my desk anyway, not wanting to be close to the teenager that was next to me.

I didn't tell him that stuff, nor did I hint some of them out in any way. How could he have known such random facts? If he guessed, which I highly doubt, how was he able to get every guess exactly correct? Thoughts wouldn't stop entering my throbbing brain, making me feel like I was going insane.

I felt someone nudge my shoulder to my right while I sat with a perfectly straight back on the chair, making me quickly spin towards the person. "Read the effing note," Breanna murmured to me, my eyebrows furrowing after she said it.

"What n-" I said, but stopped when she nodded her head in the direction of her desk, not taking her eyes off the front of the room.

Looking down at my desk I saw a little neatly folded piece of paper right in the middle of it, making me want to facepalm.

'Right. That note,' I said stupidly in my head as I slowly picked it up and started to unwrap it as unsuspectfully as I could.

The hot guy kept staring at you from the minute you stood up to the minute you sat down? Is something going on with you two? I read in my head as the students that were now at the whiteboard talked.

He was staring at me? I wrote back in confusion passing the note back to her, watching as she read it from the corner of her eyes. It's kind of funny how she was suddenly so determined on not getting introuble in class. She's been introuble so many times that the principal said that should she be introuble again, she would be expelled from the school district. If I was a stranger listening into the conversation I would say that would be a little over the top, but I'm not.

And I'm telling you, it should be the state in general- not just the district.

Yeah! In a weird way too... she wrote back quickly, passing me the note. I read it as she wrote it, so instead of reading it for a second time I crumpled it up and slowly turned to my left to face Rahab. He was facing the front of the classroom, but I could tell by the chuckle that accidently slipped out of his lips that he was staring at me.

"Keep those pretty eyes facing the front, Michelle. Wouldn't want to get on the teacher's bad side, now would you?" he whispered to me without moving his head, making me tighten my fists and form a paper cut from the paper I forgot was in my hand.

How did he know all of that stuff?