Chapter 1

Logan's P.O.V

School's such a drag. I mean the building is like fifty years old and falling apart, there's no air conditioning and the people in this are either dumb as shit or like me a total ass (yeah I know I'm an ass, got a problem?) Anyway, before I go any further I should tell a few things that are important.

My name is Logan Michaelis. I'm 17 years old and I'm a son of a demon. My mother was contracted to my father for some time before I was born and about a few years after; he took her soul and left me all alone. I mean who does that! Even if you are a soul eating demon, you should have at least had some feelings for your kid. But, I'm getting off topic here. Let me tell you what's happening now. It's second period, art class. Probably my favorite because I love all aspects of art and the teacher doesn't treat me like a total delinquent. Anyway, I'm just working on my drawing when I hear a door swing open.

I looked up to see a girl looking a bit fidgety. She was wearing a short, black dress with a dark grey cardigan. She had raven black hair like me, but it was much longer, probably reaching her elbows. Her emerald green eyes were framed by black, square glasses. My first thought of her was she doesn't look like a total bitch. I lost interest in her and went back to my drawing. As I was shading my picture, something caught my attention. Something in the class seemed off. Like something imbalanced the class atmosphere. There was also this smell in the air. It kind of smelt like ashes and I think roses. I looked up to inspect what was giving off this aroma. I saw that the new girl was sitting across from me and the aroma engulfed her. I didn't realize I was staring at her when she tried talking to me.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"Nothing, nothing at all", I told her and went back to my drawing. But I couldn't focus; something was off about this girl. I think she might be a demon.

/

Two weeks had passed and I still kept my eye on this girl. We didn't talk, but I paid attention to her body language and tried to decipher that. About half-way through the class, she said something to me.

"I like your drawing"

"Huh", I said with a confused look on my face.

"Your skull drawing, it looks really cool", she said pointing to the picture. I couldn't help but smile at her compliment.

"Thanks um…." I said, not knowing her name.

"Melody", she said with her arm stretched out.

"Logan", I told her as I took her hand. As soon as a touched her hand, I felt this jolt of energy. It was something that I've never felt before. Well at least not with a human. This only confirmed my suspicion. She really is a demon.

/

Hector's P.O.V.

It is in-between classes and the hallways were packed. I made sure that I stayed close to my locker to prevent myself from getting squished. I opened my locker and put my books from last period in it. I also looked in my small mirror on the locker and tided up my dirty blonde hair.

"Hey Hect, you got a second?" said a voice behind me. I turned to see my good friend Logan.

"Sure, what's up?" He seemed a bit on edge these past few days. His black nails would often become sharp and his eyes would often shift from sky blue to demonic fuchsia. Something must be up, and probably something bad too. I've known Logan for a long time and he only acts like this when rouge demons are around.

"You know that new girl, Melody?"

"Yeah, she's in my history class why?" He checked around to see if other kids were paying attention to us.

"She's a demon", he told me with a serious look on his face. I shocked and kind of scared. Demons are creatures not to be messed with, and I'm so lucky that Logan is on my side. But another demon in this school, it only smells trouble.

"A-are you sure Logan?" I asked, stuttering a bit out of fear.

"I'm sure", he told me placing a hand on my shoulder, "be careful okay, I don't want you to get hurt". Logan was always protective over me. I kind of understand why though. I'm his only friend that actually accepts that he's part demon. I nodded at him and with that he went to his class and I soon went to mine.

/

It was fourth period, history. We were studying the Cold War, but I wasn't paying attention to the teacher. I only focused on Melody. She doesn't act like a demon, but she does give off this aura that's similar to Logan. Besides that, she acts more human than demon; actually she seems pretty nervous about coming here. Maybe she's not evil or dangerous as Logan implied. Maybe she's just trying to fit in.

After school I went the student parking lot to meet up with Logan and talk to him about Melody.
I waited for about twenty minutes and he still didn't show up. Until he snuck up on me.

"Boo", a sinister voice whispered behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin. He always does this to me and he always scares the shit out of me (but then again he is part demon).

"Jesus Logan! Why do you always do that", I said as I adjusted my glasses.

"Because you always make the best faces when I scare you", he said with a mischievous look in his eyes and a smirk on his face. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"I wanted to talk about Melody; I don't think she's dangerous." Logan was shocked from what I told him. But that shock quickly changed into rage.

"What, but she's a demon!" he shouted

"Well so are you Logan. I've studied her actions in class and she doesn't act like a demon", I argued, "maybe she's good and trying to fit in". He still had that raged look on his face, not fully believing me. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed at my friend. "Listen, school's over why don't we just follow her and she if she's truly dangerous or not", I suggested. Logan liked this idea seeing that he was smirking. I just hope that I was right or else there's going to be a demon fight.