Syed sat in the back of the ambulance, her feet barely touching the ground, as a paramedic ran through a series of questions. She answered them with a calmness that felt unnatural given the chaos around her, her mind numb to everything else happening. The paramedic moved on to the next student, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
Then, a shift in the air caught her attention—subtle but unmistakable. It was an animalistic presence, like the sudden awareness of a predator in the vicinity. Syed's pulse quickened, her senses heightened. She looked around, and then she saw him.
He was standing in the distance, a figure framed by the harsh daylight. A badge gleamed on his chest, and a gun was strapped at his side.
His hair was cut low, with a shadow of stubble on his dark skin, lining his jaw, his body muscular and well-built, giving off the presence of someone much older and far more experienced than she had expected. Just as she had sensed him, she could feel the weight of his gaze on her. Their eyes locked, and his widened in disbelief.
He scanned her exposed skin as if looking for something, something she couldn't quite place. The confusion was evident on his face, and for a split second, she wondered what he saw—or what he thought he saw.
His expression shifted quickly, and he muttered something to his partner before striding toward her with a purpose, his steps swift and determined.
When he stopped in front of her, Syed could feel the intensity of his presence. His eyes softened just a fraction, revealing something like concern—genuine, unguarded.
"Hello there," he said, his voice deep and steady, yet there was a hint of something else—something personal. "I'm Officer Luke. Can you tell me what happened? You're the only one who seems calm enough to help us understand."
"Accidents aren't really my forte, but I'm filling in," he continued, as if trying to lower her guard by talking a bit about himself.
"I didn't see much—just the car coming out of nowhere and hitting the bus," Syed said plainly, keeping steady eye contact with the man.
"Oh, but you did see something hit the car, didn't you?" Luke pressed, now certain. He could smell it—angel blood. Which meant others could too. She was the reason that demon attacked.
Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly schooled her expression. But before she could deny it, another officer approached, shifting the conversation back to the crash.
"Same story as the others, but clearer—the car came out of nowhere and crashed into the bus," luke said.
"On CTV, nothing hit the car. It's so weird," the female officer noted, frowning.
"Well, weird things happen all the time," Luke replied smoothly.
Syed realized she had finally found someone who could see what she could. Maybe there was a lot more to this than she thought. That idea—unexpectedly—brought her a sense of relief.
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After being cleared by the paramedics, Syed was allowed to go home. But as soon as she turned to leave, a blond-haired boy stood in her path, his worried eyes locked onto hers.
"You alright?" he asked.
There was something off about his expression—somewhere between mourning and blankness, as if he was debating which emotion to display. That's when it hit her. Something about him wasn't right.
She kept her expression casual. "I'm fine."
He let out a quiet sigh before turning away to check on the rest of his classmates. That's when she really looked at him. The way his face moved—it was too controlled, almost unnatural. When he showed emotion, it seemed stiff, as if he was forcing it.
Something in her gut told her to look closer. And she did.
Then, as if peeling away a veil, his figure seemed to shimmer and distort. His appearance shifted before her eyes, revealing grey, leathery skin and two horns curving from his head. A shape-shifter.
Alarm bells went off in her mind. *How did I not sense this before?*
Then, she saw it—a sapphire necklace hanging around its neck, pulsing with an aura both harmonious and chaotic at once. Maybe some concealment charm.
A piece of paper slide into her hands and she was snapped out of her thoughts. She saw the Officer-Luke- walking away, she carefully slide the paper into her bag.
She then felt a malicious feeling targeting her and when she looked in that direction, she saw it looking at her with a smile, dirty sharp teeth on display. It was targeting her.
It seems as if the necklace the thing was wearing was blocking the officers senses aswell. Since obviously he couldn't sense it.
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A piece of paper slid into her hands, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked up just in time to see Officer Luke walking away. Without hesitation, she carefully tucked the paper into her bag.
Then, a chilling sensation washed over her—malicious intent.
She instinctively turned toward the source and found it staring at her. A twisted smile stretched across its face, revealing rows of dirty, sharp teeth. It was targeting her.
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Later that night, Syed sat cross-legged on her old bed at the orphanage, fingers fidgeting as she unfolded the paper. Impatiently, she scanned its contents.
An address.
A note: If you're in trouble, go here. They will help you. After all, they are your kind.
And a phone number.
Luke.
Before she could process it, a sudden thud against her window made her jump. A flock of birds scattered into the night, their wings rustling against the glass.
She tensed, listening. Nothing but the eerie silence of her room. Her breathing slowed, steady but shaken.
She didn't bother checking the window. Instead, she crossed the room and pulled the curtains shut.
She had bigger things to worry about—like what did that demon want? Or what did Luke want?
Syed sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. No point thinking about it now. The day had been long, exhausting, and filled with too many unanswered questions.
She needed sleep.
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A week passed, and the school already held its graduation.
Syed had spent the days avoiding the demon—Ethan, as it called itself—who continued to move among the student body, pretending to be human. It pursued her, trying to get close, but she rejected its advances while carefully hiding the fact that she could see through its disguise.
And yet, every day and night, she felt it. Watching. Waiting in the shadows.
For what?
Now, she knew. Backup.
She had been confident she could handle even three of them with her powers. But now—five. She could sense them lurking beyond the orphanage walls.
Her stomach twisted. If they attacked, someone at the orphanage could get hurt.
Without hesitation, she pulled out the paper and dialed the number Luke had given her.
Straight to voicemail.
She tried again. And again. Four more times.
Nothing.
Outside, she could feel them closing in.
Her pulse pounded. She didn't have a choice. If help wasn't coming to her, she had to go to it.
Shoving her essentials into a bag, she slung it over her shoulder and ran—straight for the address on Luke's note.