Finding Old Selves [open]

[alex samuels]

Alex ran down the empty marble hallway of the Parthenon, same as always running away from the football team, when she saw the door to an old hide-out slightly ajar. The urge to return to the one spot she could hide from the world was stabbing her in the gut like a thousand pounds of solid rock, and her longing to be away from the forever begrudging jocks grew by the minute. Easily slipping through the crack that the door was open, she quickly shut the large door, (which was an effort for someone as small as she was), and rushed down the long winding stairs that led down to the floor of the Boiler Room, which was underneath the school.

Alex let out a sigh of relief when she heard the jocks shouting for her to come out of hiding and face her fate like a mature chick, (idiots), and ducked into the shadows. Hovering her hand over a pipe, she used her Tempreture Manipulation power to cause the pipe to burst underneath her feet and send her flying up to her old seat amongst the larger pipes with a squeal. Panting, she brushed her hair out of her eyes and sat down on the flat surface of one of the boards that had been brought up here by Alex when she first came down here. That's when she felt it. She had sat down on something that sounded like crumpled up papers, and reaching underneath her legs, pulled out what was in fact a crumpled up paper. Furrowing her eyebrows together, she opened up the piece of paper and her face went blank; it was an old sketching she'd done of her friend, Gabriel. Ever since she'd gone to the party at the Cullens' house... and got killed...then came back to life just to find that her brother had died... she hadn't sketched or done anything that Alex Samuels would be doing.

She sighed and tucked the paper into her book bag, and slipped off the ledge that had preivously been her perch, landing on the cement floor of the Boiler Room just as the large metal door opened with a groan at the top of the stairs. Her eyes widened and almost instinctively she conjured up a ball of fire in her hands; it felt good to be using magic again, she hadn't Used ever since her incident in the lunch room. Suddenly a shadow appeared at the foot of the stairs, and, startled, she threw the fireball at the person who had come in. That's when she realised the person could have very well been a student, or even a staff member, and her eyes widened. Grimacing, she slapped herself on the forehead and rushed forward toward the stairs. Oh my god, um, I'm so- But she didn't finish. There was no way she could explain the fireball, and the person she'd shown herself to... wasn't a witch.

[william demonte]

It was after school, and Mr. Demonte was trying to get some paper work done. Grades were due soon, and he had a couple things he needed to get in order. He sighed at his desk, and looked around the empty class room. He dropped his pen, then began rubbing his temples. Suddenly, a ruckus could be heard from outside. Grumbling, he stood up from his desk and opened his door enough to holler out of it. "Quiet down!" he ordered. There were a couple other things he'd prefer to say, that would most likely get him fired.

He noticed it was a group of rowdy football players. They were hovering around a door to the boiler room, seemingly ignoring his last comment. Annoyed, he made his way out of his classroom. "Get lost. Shouldn't you be at practice or something?" he said as he approached them. They scattered as he got nearer. "Don't let it happen again or I'll report all of you." He said standing in front of the boiler room with his arms folded, watching the last of the players disappear around the corridor corners.

Demonte would have left the scene by now, but he was curious as to what the teens were going on about. He thought back to his last experiences with the boiler room, flashes of Callie went through his mind. He turned slowly, eyeing each end of the hallway to see if anyone was coming. It was deserted. He went to reach for the door handle but then heard a loud bang, which caused him to jump back a bit from surprise. It must have been a pipe or something. He made a mental note to notify the janitors. Composing himself he reached for the door handle again. Just as he cracked open the door, something hit him. It was hot and it burned. Shit, was the school on fire? What the hell was going on? But then it stopped. Demonte's eyes were nearly bugging out of his head. He looked down, his shirt singed at the collar. "What the f-" he started but then stopped as he caught sight of a girl at the bottom of the steps. "Alex?!"

[alex samuels]

"What the f-" "Alex?!"

Alex couldn't move. She couldn't talk. She couldn't do anything but stand perfectly still, and stare at the person that she had just nearly fried with her fireball. Mr. Demonte. Her english teacher. And her current foster father. And he had just witnessed her Using her powers. Well crap. "I-I-I... heh. Mr. D! Uhm, I-I know this looks... really bad. B-But uh... I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explaination as to why your shirt collar is singed! Heh. Heh. Heh." Biting her lip, she looked around her for a moment, then hesitantly looked back up at Demonte. Sighing, she forced a small smile and stepped closer to him.

"Uhm, I r-really don't know how to... explain this... but..." Taking a deep breath, she let it out shakily while she was speaking. "I'm a fire element witch. I can conjure fireballs, glamour, and manipulate the tempreture of things." Okay. Yeah. She knew that was a bit much to handle all at once, but come on, how else was she supposed to tell him? Gently? Pfft. Yeah. Sure.

[tristan tovius]

Tristan frowned as he say Alex et out a fire ball and hit Mr D.

He was leaning against the wall just down the corridor. He pulled himself off the wall with a grunt. His Six Foot five frame easily making its way through the halls, grace fully.
When he reached them he let an easy smile slip onto his face as he came up beside them, quiet as ever. .

"Alex, trying to fool Mr.D are you?" He said taking out his lighter and a bottle of portable hair spray. One that for some reason he still carried around with him. His hair these days was more casual and tousled. As opposed to the sleeked back look he was rockin back in the day. With the a little of the magic called slight of hand, he made it look like he had taken the out of Alex's bag.

"I told you he wouldnt fall for it," He said tossing the hair sprey to Mr.D, sliping the lighter into his pocket, wrapping an arm around Alex's waist.

His smile was easily held in place and was so easy, that it looked real. He sure as hell hoped that Mr.D was going to just back off Alex's case. She didnt need someone finding out about her secret, that obviously isnt supposed to know.

He looked down to Alex and secretly conveyed a message to just let hi do all the talking.

[william demonte]

Demonte stood baffled for a moment as he tried to take in what his adopted daughter was saying. She what? Conjures fire?! Bullshit. He frowned, thinking of the time he met a rather strange individual named Ville. The one who told him about the crazy shit that existed. Vampires. It was hard enough for Mr. D to even grasp that those things existed, let alone people who could create fire. One that apparently lived in his house.

Before he could begin to question her about what the hell the fire meant and why she was in the boiler room doing it, he heard a voice from behind him. That Tovius kid, the one all that girls seemed to have a crush on. "Alex, trying to fool Mr.D are you?" said Tristan.

"What?" Demonte asked as he raised an eyebrow at Tristan. The boy then pulled a bottle of hairspray and a lighter out of Alex's bag, and understanding came over Demonte's face. A practical teen joke. The hairspray fireball trick. Right. Mr. D had enough of this nonsense and now had a rather annoying headache. "All right all right, give me that," he said snatching the things from Tristan's hands. "No more of this." His hand waved in front of Tristan, trying to get him to move out of his way. "Alex, out of there. Now."

[alex samuels]

Alex just stood there staring open-mouthed at Tristan in shock. He had just saved her from having to un-cover the biggest secret she had, and from having to live under the same roof as the guy who would have then known her secret. Never a fun experience. In her last foster home, the eldest boy had found out about her being a witch, and she'd been forced to tell him when he started spraying her with water and pinning her down on the ground, acting like a lunatic while trying to find out what she was. She then of course had to explain just WHY she'd nearly blown his head off, and, well, he looked at her differently after that. Sure, he'd sworn not to tell anyone because then the Banks' would be known as 'that one family who let a freak live with them' and he liked having a polished image or whatever. But she lost a lot of respect from him that day... and she hated being looked at like she wasn't human.

She was human. Or at least... partially... Whatever. Alex snapped back to reality and nodded when Mr. Demonte told her to get out of there. "Yes, sir." She grabbed Tristan by the arm, not wanting to lose the warmth of his arm around her waist yet wanting to leave the boiler room so as not to piss off Mr. Demonte any further, so attempting to take Tristan with her. Sure, if it were any other teacher she wouldn't give a damn if she pissed them off, but pissing off Mr. Demonte... well that meant she had to deal with that when she got home. NOT something she was particularly looking forward to.

[tristan tovius]

Tristan felt tense, up until the moment Demonte believed him. He loosened his body. But not his hold on Alex. They both made their way out of the boiler room area.

When they were out of ear shot of Demonte, he ran a hand through his hair. "What am I going to do with you," he said tohimself, smiling down at her. "You seem to get into trouble alot,"

He was remembering when she was being taken captive by the football team, and they tried to mess with her. Tristan and two of the power swimmers had shown them not to mess with Alex Samuels anymore, at least when Tristan would hear about it. He hadnt heard about it, until now. The football jocks were even more afraid of him now, because of his size increase. You could tell that he had more muscle mass and was definitly leaner and taller. The swim team coach was excited to have him back, even more so since he could swim extremely well now, even better than before.

"By the way, your welcome," He said, the playful smile still on his face.