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(This story is written in Dan's point of view)

March 24, 2014

It has been three centuries since I...well...died. Life drags on in the eternal flame of hell. Being immortal and living amungst the humans sickens me. I hate them. Every single one of them. I have dragged through this world for three centuries, hoping that one day I can find my daughter, Sarah. My brother, Ralph, had died on that dreaded night. It is even worse knowing that that night was my twenty seventh birthday.

I haven't seen Fiona since then, and am relieved, because the next time I see her, she will find herself drowning. Currently, I am living is California. The weather is perfect. Not too cold and the heat is perfect. But I still drown in misery. I have lived my new, immortal life, hiding from the public eye, hiding my powers, in fear that they will all leave...like they did in the 1800's. I don't want that numb sensation again.

I walk down the crowded streets of San Francisco, making my way towards my rubbish apartment, "Out of my way, you moron!" An older man yells as I accidentally bump into him. I pull my grey hood farther over my face as I look back at him.

"Sorry, sir." I murmur, turn around, and keep walking. See what I mean? My life is a living hell, all because of Fiona. I can feel my anger building up, and my body becoming hot, the flames inside me lick at my insides, dieing to be released. I shake my head. No, not now. Not in public.

I get to my small apartment complex, the fire dieing down. As I walk inside and climb the steep stairs, I accidentally run into someone, causing my to stumble down the stairs. I let out a groan as my head hits the wall.

"Oh my god," I women gasps from the top of the stairs, "Are you alright, sir?!" I open my eyes, bringing my hand up to rub my head. The woman with the jet black hair and bright, ocean blue eyes, sets her box down and runs down the stairs towards me. She extends her hand out to me, signaling to grab a hold. I look at her in the eyes, giving her a look as if she had two heads, "Come on, I'm not going to bite." A small smirk forms on my face as I grab her hand. She helps me up and we awkwardly stare into each other's eyes which feel like an eternity, until a shake my head and look down at the floor.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Silly me. My name is Emily Simmons. And I am incredibly sorry for bumping into you like that." I look up the stair case to see three boxes stacked on top of each other.

I look back at her, "I-I'm Dan Smith. Nice to meet you Emily. Now I must be going up now, sorry." I pat her shoulder and run up the stairs, leaving her alone with her boxes.

- - - - - - - - - -

"Hey, Daniel!" Kyle yells from the bathroom, as I slam the door closed.

"Hey, Kyle!" I shout back. Kyle is the only person who knows about my powers but doesn't care. He excepts who I am, and I like that. But the other two that lived with us, well, it's a complicated story.

"Did you meet my sister?" I furrow my eyebrows as I head into the kitchen, digging through the fridge.

"Sister?" I ask back. Kyle walks out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist.

"Uh, ya. Emily...She should be moving her boxes up here now." I turn my head to look at him, my eyes trailing up and down him, then looking back into the refrigerator.

"I ran into her downstairs..." I murmur, just audible enough for him to hear.

"You did?" He asks, his voice cracking a bit. I look at him once more, glaring.

"She's not moving in with us now, is she?" God I beg to you, please, don't have her moving in with us.

"Well," Kyle trails the 'e', "Not exactly...she is moving in next door to us," He starts to play with his fingers, biting his lower lip, nervously looking down at the ground, "Look, I know. I am so, so, sorry, Daniel. But she needed a place to stay. The room next to us was empty, so I bought it for her. I swear on my life, I will do everything to prevent her from finding out about your powers."

I roll my eyes, sighing, the blood in my veins slows, and my body heat drops, "I swear to God, if she gets close to me, I will burn her to a crisp, Ky."

Kyle chuckles, "Fine. And for the last time, don't call my 'Ky!'" I laugh along with him, but we both become dead silent as the doorbell rings. I look at Kyle up and down, shaking my head.

"Put some clothes on, you fool. I'll get the door." Kyle smiles, gripping the towel around his waist, and skips down the hall to his bedroom. I open the door to see Emily in the doorway. Shit.

"Oh...hi....Dan, is it?" She looks at the room number again, "Doesn't my brother, Kyle, live here?" I nod, "Then why are you here?"

"Because Kyle is my roommate!" I spat. She jumps back at my tone, but shakes it off.

"Do you know where he is?"

"He's changing. Now I highly suggest you get out of my face, go to your room, and unpack. Good day!" I start to close the door, but she stops it with her foot.

"Hey, Dan?" She asks.

"What?!" 

She coughs before continuing, "Can you please come next door and possibly help me with my unpacking...?" Her voice came out shaky. Is she....scared of me? My face fills with sorrow and grief. I open the door again so that I can see her face, only to go back to my dark self.

"Why are you asking me?" I cross my arms over my chest.

"Because you are my friend." She smile, cheekily.

"F-Friend..." I whisper. Kyle is my only friend. I never thought I would ever hear someone call me their friend, well, aside from Kyle.

She nods, "Mhm. Aren't we friends?" I look at the ground, then back up into her deeps blue eyes, my mouth agape slightly. I nod, a smile growing across my face.

"Ya...friends." I close the door behind me and follow my new friend to her apartment next door.