"You're pretty talented. Or maybe it's just this jacket that's weighing me down." She took off her baggy jacked revealing her skin tight outfit. "There that's better." She smiled wickedly then ran accross the room with extereme speed from her elven side. She slammed Garrett against the wall with her arm.

"Shit," Garrett choked out. Her arm was right across his throat. He vaporized once again and reappeared at the door. He could turn to smoke, yet he could not go under doors. What a sucky limitation to his powers. He quickly unlocked it, aware of Torrie getting ready to attack him again. He threw the door open and ran out. If he could, he would have vaporized for as long as he could, but it only lasts a few seconds, and he couldn't do it very often. He ran outside, climbing the tree he had been hiding in earlier. Not once did he look back to see if Torrie was following him.

Torrie had followed Garrett to the tree, " You're such a coward." She said looking up the tree at him. She then walked away and went towards a bench where she sat and looked around at the empty school grounds.

"Self preservation!" he shouted at her. "I know when I'm gonna die. If I knew you werent gonna hurt me so bad I wanted to die, I wouldn't be in the tree!" Garrett looked around. This was his fault. If he hadnt stole her clothes, she wouldnt be trying to kill him. He sighed and pursed his lips, thinking. Finally he yelled, "Fine, what do you want from me?"

Torrie couldn't help but laugh. "I'd love it if you weren't such a retard, but I guess it's hard for me to ask you to change your genes." She said sarcasticly.

"Gimme something easier!"

Torrie thought, "Oh I know, you could always stop being a jerk to me." She smiled fakely.

Garrett clung to the tree trunk but held up a finger. "i was only a jerk to you yesterday and today."

"I don't care it's still being a jerk to me." She walked over to the tree and shook it trying to make Garrett fall. "And unless you agree to not be a jerk, then I'll just be a jerk to you."

Looking down, Garrett realized how slutty Torrie's outfit was. But he decided against voicing his opinion. "Fine," he said.

Torrie smiled, "Alright then." she walked away and went back to her dorm. She changed into her usua; dress then sat down on the end of her bed beside Leon and she pet his head.

Garrett climbed down from his tree and ran back to his dorm. He flipped throuhg his songs until he foudn the loudest, most obnoxious song he had and blasted it. It was Saturday and late in the afternoon. It was perfectly fine for him to do this. Especially since this was a magical school. He hoped it would annoy Torrie. He sat in his computer chair and pondered a new prank.

Torrie ignored the music, Leon however got angry with the loud music. Torrie tried to calm him down and failed. "Alright then Leon, let's pay a little visit to Garrett, shall we?" She said opening her door and letting Leon run out towards Garrett's dorm. Once there, Loen pounced at the door. Torrie came and opened his door, "You should've locked that." She said as she walked in holding onto Leon so that he couldn't run towards Garrett. She closed the door then let Leon go. Leon pounced around Garrett's room trying to stop the music. He finally got it to stop by breaking the speakers. "Oops, I guess I lost controll of my little cat. Well we'll be going now." Torrie said snapping her fingers for Leon to come.

Garrett was pissed now. "Those speakers cost me 600 bucks!" He thought about running after her, but thought against it. Those were just some of the perils of tormenting girls. He got up and locked his door, then went to his closet and pulled out the last of his spare speakers. He would have to get some more soon. He plugged it in and connected ti to his computer. It wasn't as loud as his surround sound was, but it was loud enough to drown out all other noises. He coudl finally take a nap. Garrett curled up on his bed and fell asleep to the pounding of drums and the screaming falsetto of the latest metal band.

Torrie smiled as she walked away and pet Leon as they walked back to her dorm. Once there she fed Leon then she sat on her bed with her laptop in her lap. She turned it on and played around on it.

Garrett did not dream as he slept. Dreams were for those who had hopes. He was a demon, he had none. But his subconcious mind did make plans. He decided he was bored. This school was no longer interesting to him. He had broken all of the girls' hearts here. He needed a new environment. he would even stop tormenting TOrrie if he could leave right now. He woke, wanting to leave the gushy warmth of his bed. Only light and warmth lovers liked that kinda crap. He was totally for the darkness. He needed to find something evil to do. He was ready to go out in the world and wreak havoc. Garrett looked around the room. He was still in his jeans without a shirt. It was the perfect outfit for a demon with rockhard abs. He ripped his speaker out of his computer and picked up the whole lot. He carried his computer and dragged his speakers over to Torrie's dorm. Without his hands, he found knocking quite hard, so he just rocked back and forth on his feet, hitting the door with his computer until she came to open the door.

Torrie sighed and pushed her laptop off to the side. She unlocked and opened her door. "Oh it's you. What do you want?" She asked keeping the door partly closed so Garret couldn't just walk in.

Garrett shifted his load. "Here," he said, setting it on the ground. "I'm leaving. These are now yours, and anything left in my dorm when I leave."

Torrie raised an eyebrow, "Are you serious?" She asked Garrett looking at the speakers and computer.

"Yeah, I needed a change." He leaned forward and agve ehr a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for opening my eyes. I have decided I need to go fullfil my destiny. I haven't exactly been the best demon. I need to go find myself. Im only taking the essentials, so most everything in my room is yours now." He turned and began walking away.

Torrie shook her head out of confusion, then walked out of her room after Garrett, "So you're leaving everything to me because?"

Garrett smiled. "You know I don't have any friends. And you didn't injure me as bad as all the other girls. He pulled up his shirt to show numerous scars. "It seems women like knives."

Torrie looked at the scars, "Wow, I feel bad for you and your apparent inability to learn."

He absentmindedly stroked a scar. "Its okay," he said. "It's fun." Subconciously, he took a step back.

"Ok, then are you a masochist Garrett?" Torrie asked trying not to laugh.