I watch the doorknob turn. Slowly, slowly. My heart still pounds frantically in my ears.

Then, in comes the kid. Or teenager. Whatever.

He walks across the room, and sits down on the bed. Runs his fingers through his dark hair, his eyes full of frustration. My gaze drifts to the book bag under his bed, and I hope he won't notice it.

Then he mumbles, "I hate school... My parents will surely kill me..." and when I least expect it, he picks up his phone and chucks it.

At the wall, where I'm standing.

And for some freaking dumb reason, I reach out and catch it. I quickly let it clatter to the ground, hoping he didn't see it. Oh, but of course, with the luck I have, he did. He walks over with a frown on his face. He reaches his hand out to touch me, but before he can, I disable my invisibility, and floor him, my foot on his stomach. He looks up, surprised, and struggles underneath me. I bend down and take the dagger I always carry with me, and hold it to his throat.

"Don't you dare tell anyone what you've seen, or I WILL slit your throat," I growl, ice dripping off my words.

Dan jumps out of the closet and looks down.

"Don't slit his throat. Let him talk," Dan says, putting his hand on my shoulder. I glare at him, but take the dagger away. The teen takes a gasp of breath. He struggles under me for a minute, but gives up after he can't get out from under me. He heaves more breaths and lays there.

"Who are you guys... and what are you doing in my house?" He finally chokes out. I hold back a snort. It would be rude to laugh at his weakness.

"I'm Rolania, and this is Jax," I say. I had no problems coming up with those fake names.

"But what are you doing in here?"

"That's none of your business."

The teen glared at me. If looks could kill, well... his wouldn't.

"Wait, are you one of them?" He asks, alarm in his eyes. I grab him by the scalp and force his head to the ground.