How It Began...sorta.

["Parker!"]

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The teenager closed his eyes, his mind floating. So many thoughts. What was happening to him? The dark haird boy looked down in his lap as his fingers plucked the guitar, his face in deep thought. What was he to do now? Everything was so..confusing. Giving an adgitated sigh the boy pushed his guitar off of himself, and turned to look out the window by his bed. It was starting to get dark. The sun was burning the edges of the world as it released firey looking streaks thought the sky. He gave another sigh and layed down placeing his hands behind his head. So...weird.

The scene yesterday. Had it really happened? He was pretty sure. But he had plenty more time to think about it. Seeing how he still had another week of grounding. Stupid math. A 'D' wasn't that bad--right? Atleast not an 'F'! But anyways. The occurance. He let the whole thing replay in his mind.

It was two days ago. Two days. He'd been jamming out to his guitar-- still in grounding. But that didn't mean he couldn't do stuff in his room. Even if it was kinda borning... Oh yeah... anyways. He'd just finished the last note when the shadows in the courners started to darken. They had been already because it was getting dark outside-- but it was't the sun. It was something else. What? He didn't know yet. But it had been coming fast. He hadn't noticed it till he'd turned on the lights, figuring that he wasn't really ready to go to bed. He'd plopped on the bed humming some random lyrics before he noticed it. The shadows...they were crawling across the carpet. He knew he wasn't on drugs--not today alteast. He'd tried to blink it away before he realised it was real. He was stunned, paralyzed. It was like a shadowy smoke substance that had entered the room. He wanted to cry out for help-- but his throat was closed. Crap... Double crap.

The shadows attacked. Okay maybe not that dramatic- but they came closer closer until he'd tried to run. It caught him. Whatever it was... it was strong. It had gone...gone...inside of him. He was stunned. Something...was..inside him. In his mind. He looked over to the mirror carefullly. His features were dark, his eyes a dark black, his hair black, his skin starting to fade as if shadows were shading it.

He hadn't got a bit of sleep that night. He'd heard growls, hisses, and grumbles thought the night. Altough they weren't from the outside world. They were in his head.

Through the next day he hadn't changed his apperance. And something was in there-- in his head! He'd gone to school saying nothing. People loved his new look. He dreaded it. It wasn't him..it was...this thing!! Maybe he was just imagining things. But he couldn't let himself think that... Remember...the shadows.

He'd finnaly gotten some sleep last night. He hadn't heard any growls or hisses. Nope. Maybe it had gone away. Whatever it was.

--

He doubted it. The boy blinked as he regained thought of reality, drifting away from his flashback. Yeah...maybe the thing went away.

He fell asleep for an hour before regaining conciousness with a gasp. Ugh...oh gosh. He groaned with a headace as he rubbed his temples. His head...it was hurting...it felt like a rock. His eyes grew wide with realization. It...was moving. The thing... it was like a rustle in his mind. Like...like it was wakeing up.

Well that's just dumb. He thought to himself. How could anything be waking up in his mind beside himself-- He heard another groan. The boy hadn't even opened his mouth. Crap--another groan?!

'Mhmmmm.'

... That wasn't him. It wasn't him thinking that. It was that...thing...

'... Thing, eh? I find that as an insult...'

The boy jumped hearing words, his eyes wided in fright. Oh god his mind better be playing tricks on him... But that voice. It wasn't his. It was darker, huskier, scary...what the hell?!

"Who...who are y-you?"

Whispered the boy carefully as he looked around the room, wondering what the hell was going on. The thing hesitated then gave a sigh of realization,

'Oh yeah-- you probably have no clue whats going on. I kinda fell asleep when I got in. Takes alot of energy out to move on your own, yaknow?'

It had spoken more. The boy didn't know what to say. OF COURSE HE HAD NO CLUE!! GAH! He felt suddenly weak. He must be dreaming.

"I'm dreaming. I gotta be."

'Sorry, but no. Just shuddup, lemme get out and explain.'

The voice hissed with slight annoyance. The boy felt a pulling in his chest as he tensed. The shadows were drifting away--- wait---not away. Out of him. It was leaving? No.

The shadowy smoke gathered in the center of the carpet and started to move up, taking shape. The boy's eyes widened as he hadn't even noticed his apperance change back to normal. This thing...it was... forming. It was taking shape as...as...

A man. This man wasn't in a human form..more like a translucent dark shadow. You could start to see the details... Holy cow. The boy backed up against the wall by his bed. No way.

The man was large. Deffinatly over six feet. Deffinatly. He looked sort of shady- like he just got out of death row. He wore street clothes like a white shirt and jeans. It turned around. His arms were folded gently against his chest, his head looking around at the room. Then his sharp, intimidating eyes hit him. The boy was stunned with fear. A ghost?

The shadow man then gave a beaming grin. It caught the boy off guard a little bit. He looked scary...but he was grinning at him. This thing..it wasn't human...it didn't seem much like your average ghost either...Wha--?

'Name's Valerius. I'll be your demon. You'll be my carrier, mkay?'


[muahha- done with part one!!! enjoy!!!]

["Parker!"]

His grin dropped. Eyes grew dull, and the demon looked sort of annoyed. The boy...he...he passed out. Maybe he had been too blunt with the whole thing. Oh well. He'll get over it. The demon glanced to the fallen unconcious kid once more before sighing and looking around the room. This kid was sorta dull. Not much to his room. A bed..dresser..mirror, closet--- guitar stand? Guitar amps? Guitar? A flicker or amusement sparked in the demon's eye.

--

Almost thirty minutes later the boy started to move with a groan. Oh crap..what..happened? He blinked as he was awoken to the sound of.... Music? The boy layed on his bed his head shoved in the pillow as he felt a slight drool...

"Nirvana?"

Groaned the boy as he blinked, rubbing his eyes to see clearly.

There he was! That...that thing! It called himself a demon. Like those creatures in the movies?! No way. He didn't look that scary...still scary though.

Valerius played the tune of a Nirvana song, his fingers nimble on the guitar as he grinned down at himself. He looked up to see the drowzy boy looking at him,

'Hey, your up! Yeah you like my playing? Haven't played in years.'

The demon's voice was like a villians in the movies. Even if his words were friendly... The boy sat up and stretched hsi arms up before yawning. He turned his head to look at the clock. Only 10:15? He sat there looking dully at the demon.

Valerius placed the guitar down and grabbed the boy's desk chair, turning it backwards and sitting in it. He faced the boy with a sly smirk as he grabbed a magazine on the boy's desk and started to flip though it. The boy looked back blankly--why was this guy being so comfortable. Who did he think he was?

'What's your name, kid?'

The boy hesitated, then replied.

"Uh, Mark."

Scilence. Mark rubbed the back of his head then spoke,

"So, why are you here?"

The demon looked up to see a quizical face being thrown at him. He sighed and flipped the pages of the magazine, talking rather lazily,

'I was going to tell you before, but you fainted.'

The demon flashed his eyes up as if mocking the boy by using the word 'fainted'. Mark put on a hard face then spoke,

"Sorry, it's not everyday I have a... ghost, or thing, or whatever you are come and make himself comfortable at my home."

'Demon, get it right.'

Valerius slit his eyes at the boy. Gah. Out of all people why did he have to be with this brat. He sighed, closeing his eyes before opening them. Mark opened his mouth to protest but the demon got there first,

'Shuddup and lemme speak. I'm a demon. Your a human. Human's can be carriers to spirits- especially demons. I need a carrier. And I've been paired up with you.'

The demon didn't see the big deal. Mark just stared blankly at the man. Carrier. Paired. Huh?

"So...there's more of you demon things?"

'Thats why I made demons plural. Heh... kid, you humans have no idea what other worlds there are.'

Mark then blinked. Worlds. Ugh. This was all so confusing. The dark haired boy closed his eyes. He didn't think he could take so much in one night. But he really didn't feel so scared anymore.

'Oh yeah, your mom came up to check on you. There's a note on your dresser to take out the trash in the morning. Hmm... your mom's acually kinda hot.'

The boy peeled his eyes open, raising up and looking at the demon like he was crazy.

Valerius smirked catching the gaze from the boy and giving a slight shrug. Yeah... he was kinda blunt sometimes.

[muahah smaller part 2 done!!]

["Parker!"]

[two years later]


"MARKUS GEGGORY DULIN- GET DOWN HERE NOW!!"

The scream came down from downstairs.

Mark winced as he put down his pencil. Crap, crap, crap. He closed his homework folder and stood up. Great, what did he do now!?! The teenager trudged his way downstairs, his mind scilent. Yes, Valerius was there. He felt relaxed knowing that he wasn't alone. He stepped downstairs, looking into the hallway to see his father.

He was a big guy-- of course not as big as Valerius. He hadn't yet found a guy to outmatch Valerius. But of course Valerius never messed in with the affairs of his parents. He usually kept inside of him, rather pleased to have a human carrier. Valerius had acually taught him to use some of his powers. Yeah, demons acually had POWERS! It was really cool, sometimes he could do that little fading thing that Valerius does so that he looks like a ghost. It was rather cool. Although he couldn't use it infront of his friends.

But now really, he couldn't keep stuff from his parents. They already knew about Valerius being inside their son. They'd tried to send their son to a mental institution although they didn't have the money. They were always in disbelief when they'd see a glimpse of the man come from their son-- and they'd usually always iggnor it. But they knew he was there.

Mark stared at the man. He was mad. Very mad. Their whole family had a gene of temper's. Short tempers. Looks like his dad's was fuled already.

"MARK! Your mother tells me that you came home at three last night-- THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING!"

Mark winced at the man's yelling. Geeze this guy was so noisy! The boy watched his father approach as he spoke up hesitantly,

"Y-yeah. I was studying at Ben's house last night. We have exams next week..."

Mark tried so hard to study. He wasn't really the 'type' to study, but after the almost abusive encounter last week with his father... He shuddered feeling the man look down upon him. His father expected so much from him... He'd almost gotten his ass kicked for coming home late for dinner-- He'd pleaded Valerius not to come out. He didn't want Valerius in the affairs with his parents. Valerius respected his wishes.

"BULL S.HIT- you were probably off with Jenifter again! Tell me the truth, boy!"

The man grabbed his son's collar. Mark could see his mother standing in the kitchen, a sad look on her face. He knew she wished she could do something. But it would always end up in another bruise.

"No-dad- really!"

Mark pleaded seeing that his father had enough of talking. Oh crap. He felt himself being pushed against the wall, his breath almost being knocked out of him.

'Mark I'm coming out.'

Hiss'd a voice inside him. Valerius had obviously had enough of this. Mark had learned to speak inside his head to Valerius, but was too worried at the momment he coughed getting air before whispering,

"No, Valerius- stay--"

"Talking to your little shadow friend again?! Well comon now, bring him out!!"

"Greg-- no!"

The man brought a large fist coming at Mark's face as his wife cried aloud for him to stop. Mark gasped feeling the pressure on his chest. The darkness drained from him pouring out right infront of him. The man's fist didn't make contact with his son's face-- but rather with another's chest.

Valerius stared down at the father, his face in a sly smirk. He stood right infront of Mark, his head c.ocked down, looking straight at the man. The father had hit his chest, and hadn't even made him budge. The father gasped, grabbing back his hand. What...the?! He looked slightly up to see.

The two looked at each other with sneers. The father thought aloud,

"You're the shadow man?"

'Valerius Blackwell.'

Hissed Valerius with hard eyes. How pathetic. Beating up your own son. Made him sick. His eyes flickered to the Mrs. Well, she was fine as always. He almost smiled but looked back to the man as if asking 'what now?' The father looked furiated for a momment before stepping back and looking around at Mark who was horrified.

"Get out... both of you."

Valerius gave a twisted grin, as he glanced to Mark who was still stunned.

'My pleasure. Comon, kid.'

Valeirus turned around with ease knowing the father wouldn't even dare try and too attack him. He opened the front door. Mark stumbled out as Valerius walked out. The door was slammed behind them. The demon folded his arms with a huff and walked alongside Mark who was walking on the sidewalk. After ten minutes or so Mark sputtered out,

"T-thanks."

Valerius looked down curiously at the boy before simply nodding and responding,

'Neh, no problem. I'm sure you won't have much problems anymore.'

Valerius flickered a sly smile as he looked to the street signs as they passed. Mark nodded. Yes. It was like.. Valerius was a safe guard. He hesitated then looked up to the sly looking demon before speaking slightly playful,

"...Stop thinking about my mom."

The demon just pulled a sly grin not saying a word.


[Buahaha. thats not it yet!!!]

["Parker!"]

[i...am superly bored today as you can see. it's just to drain down my muse so i don't overload. xD anyways this one's going to be fun.]

Jesus christ. Valerius stayed inside of Mark the whole day. The whole day! It was a week since the scene where the kid's parents finnaly saw him. The father let Mark back into the house without a word. Not even a sorry! Mark was kinda upset that his parents now saw him-- but he assured the kid that it really didn't matter if his parents knew. Just aslong as if they didn't tell. He doubted they would.

Oh well. The kid was asleep now. And he was bored as ever. Valerius slipped out of the boy and formed himself. He sratched the back of his neck with a yawn. 12:56. Hm. Maybe time for a midnight snack? The demon dissapeared though the walls.

The Dulin residence was an average sized house. Sure it wasn't fancy smanshy but it suited well. The demon slipped past the boys parent's room as he made his way down the stairs. Hmm. He wondered what kind of food was in the fridge. He slipped past the study room, not noticing that the door was slightly cracked open.

He walked past it with a sigh as he entered the dark kitchen. The dark wasn't a probably for him. His everyday life was dark. He opened the fridge and stuck his head in looking for a good meal. Brr, cold.

After a few momments of relaxation in the cool he started to look thought the fridge. Hmmm...pizza? Nah. Pasta? Neh. ... GIRL SCOUT COOKIES?! Yes! Score!! He reached out to grab them when he heard a voice.

"Who's...who's there?"

The voice quivered. The demon held to the box of cookies as he looked over the fridge door to see only.

Mrs. Dulin. The demon froze in his place. S.hit-- busted! The woman carried a metal baseball bat, obviously frightened by the large man who was looking in her fridge. She quickly turned on the lights. She could see a shape there. Obviously a large man. The woman had thought that she'd locked the doors but maybe she'd missed the back door. Oh, why couldn't her husband be in town? His work made him travel alot. When she flickered on the lights she swung the bat at the man's face.

'S.HIT!'

Exclaimed the demon as he jumped back. Whenever he spoke, it was never really aloud, but acually in people's heads. He was backed up against the counter, the box of cookies had falled on the floor. Nuuuu!! Girlscout cookies, come back!!!

The woman had her eyes closed when she swung, just aiming at the man. Whoever was an intruder in her house. She blinked opening her eyes to the bright light. The bat was held infront of her pointed at the demon's face. She looked up with frightened eyes..finnaly realizing. Oh...oh my...it was...

"Oh. It's...you."

She said smally, bringing the bat down still cautious. This was Mark's....shadow man. Mark had called him a demon once. Mark rarely ever talked to her or his father--usually never his father. When he did talk to her, he usually spilled alot of everything. He told her most of what this guy's done for him.

Valerius stared wide eye'd at the woman. Oh my god. Mark's hot mom was a crazy woman with a bat. Agh crap. He wondered if he should just dissapear and go back to Mark but...he...was...hungry!!! He relaxed a smidge as the woman spoke saying 'you' kind of weird. What did that mean? He gave a barely noticeable small smile,

'Uhuh...yeah.'

Scilence. The woman had noticed the box of cookies. He had an urge to take them and run, but she had already started. She was of course hesitant around him, but friendly. She walked over and picked up the box of cookies, looking up to the demon with a heistant smile.

"You must be hungry. Do... you want me to make you something?"

She looked up curiously at the man. He was qutie handsome...muscular...dark. Scary, almost like a man that just returned from jail. Valerius gave a bigger smile, still backed up against the counter. He gave a small nod as if he was a little child,

'Uh, yeah. That sounds nice.'

He stared at her slightly curiously. She was skinny, with dark brown hair, and rather full-- if ya catch his drift. The demon slid over to the table, watching the woman as she nodded briskly,

"Okay."

She chirped as she started to work. Hmmm. She bet a big guy like him would like a big sandwich! She got out the bread and the meat with some condiments. She started to make a good sandwhich. Valerius sat down smoothly eyeing her as they were in scilence.

Finally the woman turned around with a big sandwhich on a plate. Valerius' eye brightened as he had the plate set right infront of him.

'Wow. Thanks.'

He spoke friendly as he took the sandwich and bit into it. He looked up to see the woman staring at him. Well... this was unconfortable.

The woman noticed his movement and she immediatly turned away with a blush. She'd never seen anything like him before. A....demon. It was scary. She hestiated then spoke slowly as he ate,

"I...I wanted to thank you for protecting my son last week."

Her eyes were swimming with gratefulness. Valerius stopped chewing, getting caught off his guard. Uh...what? He finished chewing quickly with a gulp before he looked to her and gave a simple nod.

'It's..um..it's alright.'

He eye'd her curiously, before his lips turned sly. Wowerz. She was smoking. How the hell did Mr. Dulin end up with a babe like her?!


[part 2 comes later!!!! xDDDbuahah valerius that womanizer]