Garroth craned his neck up to look at the spires of the mansion. It was made with such perfection that it was evident magic had done it. Why would magic have not made the base of the magic users?

Garroth turned to look at Charlotte. She was wearing her witch clothes, and he couldn't help but notice the little ruffles of her panties. His face reddened as he looked away.

Charlotte grinned at him as she pushed him inside. "Come on, Garroth! Everyone will love you!"

Charlotte was the Witch of Dreams. In short, that meant she had control over people dreams. She could manipulate them in anyway. Garroth only remembered about four other magic users with powers like her own that were living. The rarest of all magic was life. Only two people had ever been born with that kind of power.

As Charlotte pushed the doors of the mansion open, Garroth collected himself and stood up straight. He was hoping he wouldn't be found out, but since he was walking right into the belly of the beast, he knew it would be hard not to. He just hoped Timothy was alright.

As soon as Garroth got inside, he was swarmed by magic users, asking for his name, power, and in one case, his number. He answered all their questions, and declined the number question, though kindly thanked them for asking.

Garroth didn't have a phone, he had never had a need. His powers allowed him to communicate with people so long as he had a connection to them. He was tempted to call Timothy, but figured that that would not be good. Timothy was already considered crazy.

Timothy had told Garroth what he did one day. Garroth had a hard time believing it until he had used his powers to check if there was even a connection. There was, though it led no where. Garroth didn't know much, but from what Timothy did and said, it seemed like there were people watching them.

Garroth tuned back into the objective at hand. Concealing his true identity. Charlotte had introduced him to hundreds of people, and Garroth couldn't remember at single name. Soon, Charlotte led him to her clans wing of the Mansion.

Each magical family or group was known as at clan. There were four in the mansion. Charlotte's was the first and most royal. The other two were full of noble blood, while the last was more of wealth rather than nobility.

Charlotte introduced him to her older sister, who seemed to take a real liking to him, even asking if he wanted to meet in her room some time. Charlotte glared at her and said a spell, locking her sisters feet in place and gagging her so she could not recite a spell.

Next he was introduced to her brother, who was only a year older than her. His name was Caleb and we was quite pleasant, yet very reclusive.

And then he met her younger sister. She was silly and goofy, but all seven year olds really are.

Once he met her family, he was introduced to her families clan members. They were not members of her family, but they were royal. The only one he remembered was named Hadley. He was nice and seemed to know something was up with Garroth. The only reason Garroth suspected that was because he had basically slipped him a note telling him he'd better not try any funny business.

Garroth of course put his guard up. Even though he didn't usually use a weapon, he still had one handy. Not as cool as Corey's or Timothy's, but as weapon none the less. He only had it for emergencies, in case he needed to intimidate people. He couldn't control where the chains went or have a sword practically three times the size of himself like Corey and Timothy, but he could hurt someone pretty badly either telepathically or with his weapon.

As soon as he was made aware that people knew what he was, he told Charlotte he was getting over whelmed with all the names he was being given, and that it'd be best not to be introduced to anyone, at least, as of today.

Garroth knew, however, that he would never set foot in this mansion again unless hired to or if there was ever a war. Whatever the case it would not be on good terms. 

Garroth leaned back against a wall and just relaxed, taking in all the thrills his senses were getting. As he sat there, a presence made itself known when it materialized out of the shadows. Hadley stood next to him, observing the crowd just like him. "Monster Hunter."

Garroth ignored him, making Hadley peeved. "Garroth." he finally said after repeating 'Monster Hunter' over and over.

Garroth turned to him, grinning. "What can I do for you, Hadley?"

Hadley scowled, causing Garroth to loose his grin. "You could leave. I have no idea why you are tricking her and everyone else, but you need to stop."

Garroth clutched his key necklace. "I am not tricking them."

"They all think you are a Warlock, which you are not."

"I never said I was to her directly, she just assumed once she saw my powers. Besides, it is not like I am here to wipe you out or anything."

Hadley scoffed. "You humans performed Witch hunts in the past. Drowning innocent women. Most cases they weren't even connected to magic. It was basically just an excuse to harm someone you didn't like."

Garroth felt his anger staring to get to him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then exhaled softly. He turned to look at Hadley. "I am sorry about what my ancestors did. I had no influence on what they did or-"

"But you still are related to them! That is reason enough to kill you right here and now!" Hadley screamed, causing everyone to turn towards them. 

Some of the magic users dispersed form the crowd, all heading over to defeat Garroth. Charlotte ran over, confusion showing on her face. "Hadley! why are you trying to kill Garroth?"

Hadley turned to look at her. "Can you not see it? Garroth is no Warlock, he is a Monster Hunter!"

Garroth chuckled to himself, drawing everyone's attention to him. He licked his lips, his power starting to boil out of him. "Talk quietly and carry a big stick. My favorite quote and something I live my life by."

Garroth tore the key off of his neck, and it instantly started to change. The end sharpened, yet kept its jagged shape. It lengthened itself, and the jagged forms of the key sharpened intensely. The hold of the key lost some width and gained some length. The leather chain wrapped itself around the hold as Garroth brandished it, causing some of the magic users to back up.

Hadley's breath became ragged and shaky as he put his hand in front of Charlotte and pushed her back. Fear shone in Charlotte's eyes. Garroth felt his heart fall. He had started to like her, but knew he had no chance now.

"Well? Aren't you going to kill us now?" Someone from the crowd asked.

Garroth clenched his jaw. "You idiots!" He screamed, his power rolling off of him in humongous waves.

The crowd whispered among themselves as they stared at him. When Garroth looked up his eyes were an intense yellow and the tips of his hair had started to turn black. "Why would we want to hurt you? We are not your enemies. Sure, in the past our ancestors harmed you, but that is because they weren't as enlightened as we are. We have seen first hand at the destruction you can cause, but we also know the goodness that dwells within all of you. You are not the perfect species, and neither are we. You have made mistakes in the past, so don't go around holding your head high as if you were the thing god intended the world to be made of! Humans aren't the strongest nor the most powerful, and we certainly don't have as much sensual power, but we are as worthy as all of you to live here as well!"

"Just because we harmed you in the past doesn't mean we will forever harm you! You have harmed us in the past, no? Most times unprovoked, so why do you say we do it unprovoked? The last time we intervened was less than a week ago when the werewolves failed to stop a war between a pack and rogues. Sure, we may have done it without permission, but innocent humans could have gotten mixed into it. Would you rather have the war still raging on and hundreds or thousands of werewolves dead and maybe even more human lives?"

"Oh, and the term 'Monster Hunters'? Terrible name. We are not hunters of the monsters anymore, instead, we are the Protectors of humans and Supernatural alike. We shall save all of your lives, even if it means sacrificing our lives in the process. After saying all this, do you really think I intend to kill you? No, I intend to explain why we deserve a pace on this world just as much as you do and why we, the Protectors, shall save the world from a growing threat you failed to notice."

And with that, Garroth vanished.

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Whew, that was quite the rush. Typing Garroth's speech was basically me pouring my feelings into how books with Supernatural main characters seem to always view humans. 

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this longer chapter. I know his speech was a long, tedious thing, but I felt like Garroth needed to speak his true feelings. Also, what do you think of his weapon? I wanted to somehow implement the key he always carries, so there you go.

Also, I am uploading three chapters today to make up for Yesterday, well, were I am, two days ago. (It's past midnight as I type this). 

See you soon with a new chapter!

-Paige