My body felt sore from lying in the same position for so long. I walked around in my socks, hoping to shake off my lag. I felt a warm body pulling me into his grip. I chuckled, trying to resist.

" Where are you going little one?" My brother asked, a laugh in his voice.

" To get some cookies." I mumbled back. He let go.

" I guess I won't stop you."

" ... You don't mean the ones on top of the cabinet, do you?"

" Yes, I do." I yelled back. I chuckled, running to the kitchen. My heart almost stopped when he stood there, before me. He kissed my forehead and giggled like a kid. His mischevious giggle sent chills down my spine. He disappeared again.

" P-please stop this, you're scaring me, Michael." I whispered, my voice shaking. I felt his arms slip around my waist.

" I'm sorry Bella. I didn't know it would scare you. Please forgive me." For some reason, his apologies were always so warm.

" Please and thank you." I almost giggled. When he showed affection I felt absolutely loved. I kissed his cheek and ran away. I felt his hand somehow interlock in my own.

" Gosh I love you." He whispered. My face grew red and my eyes a little cloudy. I said nothing.

" It was hard at first, to be gentle and to be as hospitable as I should have been. But... You told me... you said I should've stopped using my nature as a demon to stop me from loving you. So... I won't," he whispered." I'll love you, no matter how bad I am. Or how bad I'm  supposed to be. I love you, Bella. I'm not afraid to say it anymore." My breath was stuck in my lungs.

" I love you too, Michael. I do admit, you scare me sometimes. But... I think that's something I've come to love about you." I confessed. Michael blushed a dark color. His eyes kept fluctuating between black and his brown irises. We got a surge, almost at the same time to simply intertwine our lips. I was more than happy. I was whole.

" Oh gosh guys, please get a room." My brother  groaned. I let go, but Michael wanted more. I put my hand to his chest and he slipped out. I hugged my older brother.

" I don't want to see you two fighting. I love him, and I love you. We've been through a lot, and what we have can't change. You're my twin. More connected than the regular kind. I value you."

" I haven't celebrated a birthday since you were forced away." He whispered tightly.

" When is your birthday?" Michael asked curiously.

" Um... December 21st." I said over my shoulder.

" You're kidding?" He asked, shocked.

" No..."

" December 21st is 2 weeks from now." He whispered. Both me and my brother's eyes widened.

" Is there anything... special you'd want to do?" My brother asked.

" I'll think about it. I might just stay home and spend my day with all the people I love." I chuckled, smiling. My mom leaned against the wall in the hallway, smiling at me. She had gorgeous dimples and long brown hair that was too good to be expressed in my genetic makeup.

" It's okay. I'm going to marry him. You don't have to worry, mom."

" I wasn't ever really so concerned about the marriage part... it's just... your father is a demon as well. As much as I've always loved him... he's done some questionable things that have given me an innate distrust. It was nothing ever against Michael personally." She said, almost as if the words were painful to say.

" So wait... That means we're both-"

" Yes. Two of the strongest half-witches alive." My mother chuckled proudly. I looked to my twin brother. He nodded.

" So this is why daddy tracks me? Because... We have power?"

" Yes." My mother nodded, positive.

" This is why we must be careful. This is why... sometimes, we won't be able to leave. You see, I'm  tracking dad as well. He has been close because he is also tracking me, in his own way. I'm... His son." He said, disheartened. My mother sunk to the floor and burst into tears. She had her sleeves covering her face and her body balled in a fetal position. Michael made it to her side first. He held my mother, sincere in every word he said.

" This is not your fault. He couldn't properly control himself than and he most definitely can't now. You can only fix what you are in control of now. You can keep Bella safe. You can protect your family. And that is all."

" ... Thank you." She whispered. I knealed next to my mom and Carter knealed on her other side.

" Now, more than ever we have nothing to gain from unnecessary tension. Or unnecessary rivalry... We have to protect each other and right now... it's difficult for all of us. That's why we have to do this so much." I pleaded. Everyone nodded in agreement.

" I love you guys. In someway, we've all gotten closer. But... now, we have to be prepared."
My mother nodded. My brother sighed and Michael looked down at his hands that held my mother's. My realistic thinking wasn't desired, but it was something that had to be said.

" Now... I want to know what this stupid power is that my own father wants to kill me over." My mother turned rigid.

" Your emotions... move things. Well, they did. When you were little, you cried very loudly and glass began to shatter everywhere. Thats when we knew. Your brother is a strong psychic. But you... much like your father had the ability to move things with a whim or a thought. You could make things explode, you could... You knew how to levitate..." I didn't know what to stay. I almost freaked.

" So, yeah your father sent to have you killed many times and even tried himself." 

" Wow... That really sucks."

" What do you mean?"

" You know, I was expecting something a lot less destructive. Than again, I was also expecting the power to be a lot more... You know better. He's trying to kill me over some destruction? That kinda sucks." I pouted. Everyone looked at me.

" Your skill is pretty rare, even to be half-witch." Michael pointed out.

" Michael is right. Your power used to be very popular but it's sort of dwindled out now and you're one of the last to posses it. Nothing sucks about that, Cassandra."  Carter said, confused as to why I thought it sucked.