The door never opened, yet a moment later, there he stood.

"Chrystal, what happened?" he asked, sounding concerned.

I looked up to him, and when he saw my tears, he knelt beside me. I immediately latched onto him. The feeling was familiar and comforting. I'd done this before. I'd-

The pain came back again. I yelped and held my head as Sebastian wrapped his arms around me.

"What is it, My Love? What's happening?" His voice sounded both gentle and urgent, like he wanted to comfort me but also knew something wasn't right.

The pain dulled once again until it was nonexistent, and I finally was able to speak. "I think I'm trying to remember things," I whimpered, "but each time I get close there's this horrible pain in my head..."

He didn't say anything, but his hold on me tightened. "And why are you on the floor?"

I turned to him and smiled a little through my tears. "I was trying to teleport to you."

He seemed taken aback. "Who told you-"

"Lisa," I told him. "While she was trying to teach me earlier, she told me what other powers I had. I can apparently see the future, teleport, and overpower mind control." I looked up at him. "Is it true? Can I do those things?"

He gave me a soft smile and nodded. "I've witnessed all of them with my own eyes. How else would you explain the fact that you're on the floor in front of your bedroom door? You don't remember walking, do you?"

I shook my head.

"When we first realized you weren't in control of your powers, we had a barrier put around the room. It is supposed to prevent you from teleporting out." He gave an amused smile. "It seems it works."

My heart plummeted. "You really don't want me to leave, do you?"

His smile fell. "Chrystal, I want nothing more than for you to be free to wander the halls and the grounds as much as you desire, but for everyone's safety, including your own, we must keep you in here."

"Why are you concerned for my safety?" I asked, even more confused. "If I have all of these powers, what is there to worry about? I understand not wanting me to hurt anyone, but I just don't understand why I'd be in danger."

Sebastian looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to tell me but knew he shouldn't. It was a look I somehow knew I'd never seen from him before.

"Sebastian," I said, my voice lowered and tinged with fear, "where are we? What's out there?"

He sighed. "I cannot give you all of the details. It may overwhelm you. For now I will tell you that there are some demons who were against the turning of you and your friends. There are also others that relish in picking on the unstable. We are doing this to protect you from them. They know how to control their powers. You won't be able to fend them off so easily."

There were people that didn't want me turned into a demon? That didn't make any sense. Why would anyone be against me becoming one of them? I was nobody. However, being guarded like this was definitely weird for someone who was just a simple, unextraordinary demon. Maybe I was something more.

At that, the pain appeared once again, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I leaned against Sebastian. He held me tightly as we waited for the pain to pass. When it did, I pulled away.

"Why is this happening? Every time I try to remember something on my own, it seems, there's this horrible sharp pain..."

Sebastian placed his hand on my head and stroked my hair. The touch was comforting, and I didn't want to ever move away from it, no matter how much I despised this room.

Then, I got an idea. "Sebastian, I want to test something." I didn't wait for him to answer as I pulled away from him and stood.

He stood as well, and I led him over to my bed, where I sat down and turned to stare at the pictures on the wall. "I want to know if you telling me things will trigger the same pain. Please."

He stared at me, clearly uncertain.

"You don't have to tell me anything about me or where we are. I know you can't. I just..." I saw him follow my gaze to the pictures. "I want to know who they are."

He gave a small smile, then sat beside me and pointed to the picture with me, Sarah, Jasmine, and two others. He pointed at the man first. "This is Thomas. He was your butler back when you were human, as was I."

I looked at him. "Really? I had servants?"

He smiled, nodding. "You were very wealthy. Your parents had hired them, and they all became your good friends."

"Were Sarah and Jasmine servants, too?"

He nodded again. "Sarah was your nanny and maid, while Jasmine was your gardener." He then pointed at the woman in the picture who was slightly overweight with dark blonde hair. "This is Maia, your cook. You asked her and Thomas to also become demons with you, but they politely declined, and they now live at your manor and make sure everything is taken care of."

I stared at the picture, at the faces of Thomas and Maia. I wanted to remember. They were my friends. Something in the back of my mind, though, told me they were much more than that.

I pointed at the second picture. "What about this one? Who are they?"

His smile faded slightly, but was still there, just sadder. "Those, My Love, are your parents."