Ophelia's pov:

Seth said he had to put a spell on me. Something about others not being able to smell me. Are there no other people here? Well if it's to help keep me from this danger he talks about then I don't mind.

I walk down the stairs to get to where he is. He's reading this giant brownish-black book. He has the binding of it on his arm with the hand holding the top and is pointing at something with his other hand and reading it. I lean over the banister right behind him to see what he's reading but it's in that other language. I should ask him to teach me. That would show all the people that would walk by talking 10 languages at once. I wouldn't be jealous anymore because I'll know a foreign language.

I walk down the turn of the last 3 steps and next to him. I look at the book that's up to the bottom of my neck. "Can you teach me your language?" He stops skimming the pages and looks at me. I look up to him. Maybe that was a bad thing to ask.

"Why do you want to know it?" He questions. "So I know what everything says," I really do want to know. "Sure I'll teach you, later though," he goes back to reading the book. This new feeling goes through me. I'm going to learn another language, I'll probably be the only person to know this language, unless other people are on this planet. This is so cool, I wanna start right now. But this isn't the time.

Seth starts tapping the paper and I look up at him. "I found it," he says all excited. I look back on the paper where he is pointing. These symbols look even more confusing than the other ones. It looks like a little kid was drawing on the paper.

"Alright you have to stand still," he says as he closes the book and puts it on the chair that's always against the base of the stairs. Maybe that's what the chair is there for.

I watch him as he puts a hand on my head and says something. It sounds like some type of Harry Potter witch craft voodoo type of shit. I try to look up to him but he's holding my head still. I guess I won't move like he said.

After a minute or two he lets go of me and steps back. I smell my arm. What the hell? I smell like him. Well apparently it worked. I look up at him and he looks proud of himself like I'm an art project that took him too long to finish.

"What did you do?" "Just a little something to disguise you more." "But why do I smell like you?" "So they know that you came with me. If they didn't, they would bother you the whole night trying to find out who you are." "That makes sense." I walk down the short hall to the room with the couches.

I grab the remote and turn on the TV. I look through the channels but there's no SpongeBob. Where did he go? Am I too early? What happened to my non-existent friend? I take the remote and walk back to the stairs to see Seth just staring at the wall. He is always doing the most random things at the most random times.

"Seth there's no SpongeBob," I say. He snaps out of his haze and looks at me. "It's probably not on yet, watch something else." "What else is there to watch?" He sighs and walks down the hall to the TV.

"There's so many other things to watch, give me the remote." I hand it to him and he takes it. "What other things do you like?" Now I gotta think. I haven't watched anything else. I read a book once. I found it in an alley, I don't know how to read but I still tried, I got through a page before giving up. "Harry Potter?" He opens some search thing and keeps pushing buttons till it shows up and he clicks on one. "Alright here you go," he hands me the remote and walks to the other couch.

After a while my mind starts wondering... about the dress. When did he get it? Does he do everything at night? Then he wouldn't be able to sleep. And how would he even see in the dark? So many questions. I want to ask him but I won't.

Every other time I would ask those men questions, they'd hit me. So no questions, or ones like that.

But that dress, it is amazing. I wonder where he got it from. Does he just have dresses laying around? That would be funny. I imagine him with his menacing features while wearing a colorful dress. I would love to see that.

A glass appears in front of me. I look up and see Seth. He's always giving me water. I take it, "thanks." He nods and walks away. I watch him. He sits on the couch across from me and looks at the TV. I wanna look at his nails, at this point they might as well be claws because they don't break on anything. I can't see them from here though.

I'll just have to look at something else. Maybe his tail, I don't look at that as much. It's also black but it has a row of spikes at the end. It's also covered in red, probably blood. But none of it comes off of him, no matter how many showers he takes. It's so weird. I look at his horns, they're also black with dried blood at the top. I wonder what he looked like when he was younger and probably not covered in blood. I also wonder where all the blood came from, it couldn't be his. But do I actually want to know? Probably not.

I wonder what he was like when he was little. Was he nice as he is now? Was he meaner? How little was he? Does he have family problems? I want to know everything but that's not my place to know.

He looks at me and I quickly look back to the TV. I hope I didn't seem too suspicious.