Undead led me down to the basement while Abigail stayed upstairs. I doubt I'd be able to focus on practicing my new-found power with all of these thoughts racing through my mind; but I'd try as best I could. 

Undead wasn't lying when he said there was a lot of junk I could practice with; boxes upon boxes were sprawled across the entirety of the floor. He led me toward a bare spot on the floor, sitting down cross-legged. I did the same, sitting my self across from him.

I took a deep breath and looked up at him, blushing slightly. 

"Should I... just start?" I murmured, furrowing my eyebrows. God, this was awkward. 

"Knock yourself out." He chuckled, leaning back on his hands. 

With a nod, I rubbed my palms together jokingly, concentrating on a box behind Undead. I flexed my fingers and curled them slightly, watching as the box shook slightly. It didn't move upwards with my fingers as I had hoped, resulting in yet another sigh from me.

I decided to try something different and slowly stand, facing one of the larger boxes behind me. I drew in another deep breath, closing my eyes. I raised my hands, palms out, slowly clenching my fists when my arms were stretched straight out. I opened my eyes, gasping at the sight before me. I even took a few steps backwards, almost as if I was afraid of what I had done; when inside, I was proud and even a bit shocked.

All of the boxes in the room were levitating, not just the one I had tried focusing on, but all. I turned to Undead with a proud smile, giggling with childish excitement. He laughed back, standing and walking over to me. 

My smile washed away, a familiar, bone-chilling coldness creeping up my spine and to my face. That damn dark spirit was bent over in the corner, watching me. If it had a mouth, I swear it would be smirking.

The boxes dropped with a loud pound, my small gasp echoing throughout the room. 

"There... Undead, don't you see it?! Right there!" I yelled weakly, pushing Undead back against the wall with me. 

"See what?"

"The spirit!!" I breathed, widening my eyes as it stood and walked toward us, stretching its hand out. I watched as a dark mist grew larger and larger from its hand, almost touching Undead and me.

I screamed, tightening my eyes closed. One of my arms was out-stretched across Undead's chest, preventing him from getting too close to this demonic bastard. 

I felt the mist creep on my arm, another scream pushing its way out of my mouth. My eyes shot open, a bright beam of light flashing before Undead and me. It completely incinerated the spirit, black ash crumbling to the ground. I gasped, my eyes rolling back and fluttering closed. I fell to the ground with a thud, passed out.

----

I woke up slowly, groaning at the sudden headache I was greeted with. 

"Oh, she's awake, Undead. Could you grab me another cold wash cloth?" A familiar voice asked quietly. 

I sat up only to be gently pushed back down.

"Stay down, Mae. You're a bit weak at the moment." Abigail chided motherly, stroking my forehead. It was odd; she acted like a forty year old mother, and looked like a 20 year old woman. I assumed her young age stayed with her over the years because she was visionary; or something along the lines.

She turned to Undead, gratefully taking the washcloth from him. I flinched as it sat on my forehead, soon relaxing into the feeling. 

"We have good news, Mae." Abigail smiled, her expression similar as to someone who was about to burst with happiness. Though, in the two and half days of knowing her, I sensed a pattern of over-excitement already.

"And what would that be?" I grumbled. 

"Well, you have light-vision, or heat-vision. Whichever you'd prefer to call it." Abigail smiled proudly, sitting on the edge of the couch. 

"Did I kill the dark spirit? It fell to ashes when I opened my eyes." I explained.

Abigail gasped happily, hugging me tightly. "Oh, you've killed your first spirit! Mae, I feel the power in you. You might be the key to winning this war."

I flickered my eyes toward Undead, giggling quietly. "Abi, please, stop getting ahead of yourself. I may be discovering these powers, but I don't know how to control them, and I'm still scared and confused. Sure, I killed the damn thing, but I passed out afterwards."

"We'll work on it, Mae. Don't worry." She smiled calmly, resting her hand on mine. I sighed, closing my eyes.

"I know. I just don't want you to disappointed or anything when I don't turn out to be everyone's ring-leader." 

"Have faith in yourself, my dear." Abigail cooed, standing. "I'll leave you two alone."

Once Abigail had left the room, I sat up on my elbows, chuckled to Undead. "She's a handful." 

He shrugged. "Better than my dad."

"Does he know that you're a demon-hunter?" I traced circles on my thigh, sighing lightly.

"He's one of 'em too. My dad doesn't like to be too involved with it, so I'm not sure how he'll react to all of this." 

"I don't want you to get in trouble, Undead." I breathed out, leaning my weight on my shoulder. 

"My dad is used to it, to this life style. His dad was a demon-hunter, and then he got into it all, and now I am. My mom was a demon-hunter too, but she went MIA a few years ago. That's why we moved."

I nodded, pursing my lips to the side. "I'm sorry to hear that. I never knew my mom until a few days ago. I'm not sure if my dad knows about this, but he's on a business trip anyway. Not that he'd care in the first place." I paused, closing my eyes. "I still have bad vibes about this house, Undead. If you can't see the spirits here, it isn't safe for you or your dad."

Undead sighed, placing his hand over mine. A quick, electric pain spiked through my arm. I pulled my arm away and held it against my chest. 

"Maybe we should hold off any physical contact until we figure some of this stuff out." I breathed.

Undead nodded, drawing his hand to his side. "Agreed."

"Lets just hope, for all that is good in this World, we figure it out soon."

Undead laughed, closing his eyes momentarily. "Agreed."

We laughed together, sitting in silence, relaxing with each others presence. Besides the deep vibration I felt in my stomach, I felt fairly calm around Undead. Unlike his house, he didn't give me bad vibes, quite the opposite.

"Y'know, when I'm around you, I feel... healthy, rejuvenated, even. Maybe it's 'cause you're my walking battery pack for some reason, but whatever that reason may be, I'm not complaining."

"I feel the same way. Sort of... light on my feet, almost."

I nodded in agreement. "I'd hug you or something, but I don't want to risk damaging your house again. Speaking of, how are we going to fix this?" 

I looked around, sighing at my destruction. 

"It'll be fine, don't worry, Mae."

I let my head fall back, cracking my back. I was damn sore, which I had expected. "I need some pain killers." 

Footsteps sounded from behind the couch, my heart jumping at the sudden sound.

"Jeez, Abigail." I scolded. 

"You won't need pain killers, silly girl." She laughed. Abigail rubbed her palms together, her eyes fluttering closed. When she opened them, her eyes and palms were glowing a light pink.

"Woah, what the hell, Abi?" I muttered, cocking my head.

"I'm going to heal you both, calm down." She sighed. I nodded slowly, allowing her to press her hands to my forehead. A warmth spread throughout my body, the pain diminishing as I grew warmer. 

"Thanks." I looked up at her with a soft grin, brushing a hand through my sweaty hair. 

"And darling, for all that is holy, please take a shower. You reek."

I scoffed and stood. "Harsh." I teased.

Undead and Abigail chuckled. I rolled my eyes and stood, my hands on my hips. 

"I will when we get home, Abigail. I think we've overstayed our welcome, here."

Abigail sighed, standing with me.

"Undead, you can come to my house... I don't feel comfortable with you staying here."

Undead chuckled and smiled up at me. "I'll be alright, Mae, but thank you. My dad should be home soon, anyway. I'll talk to him about this whole ordeal."

I frowned, instantly feeling anxious. "Don't you want me to be here?"

"I'll be alright. Go home and relax, this is a lot for you to take in."

I sighed, cupping my face with my hands. "God only knows." 

"Let's go, Mae. Thank you for all your help, Undead. It's very appreciated."

"Not a problem, Abigail." He paused, hesitantly looking to me. For the first time of the afternoon, Undead looked nervous. "Do you want my number, Mae? To keep in touch." He rushed out, smiling shyly.

"Yeah, of course." I giggled, reciting my phone number to him. "Text me, alright?" 

We had a moment together; though it was short and maybe a tad awkward, it was nice moment. Abigail peeled me away, clasping our hands. 

"Here's your warning." She muttered, closing her eyes. 

I raised an eyebrow, only realizing what she meant as I landed in my bedroom, rushing to the sink yet again. I'd have to get used to teleporting, that's for damn sure.