Squad of Paranormal Defusers (S.P.A.D.): A group of people recruited by Soren's government to help with the recent mysterious kidnapping cases of humans. They are top-secret agents with the ability to see the Fae (also known as having the Sight) and some are said to be demi-fae with special abilities.

Human records show that other countries like Velin and Aleba are following suit by forming their personal teams to deal with the recent kidnappings, deemed to be under paranormal means.

- Page 101 of the Royal Archives. On Squad of Paranormal Defusers.

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- Fenrys -

She was that girl who screamed in the garden. I recognized her, since she made me lose that damn butterfly. I stared out the window frustratedly. This 1 hour and 30 minutes is the longest time of my life. I am starting to consider catching those pain in the asses bogeymans instead of this... this chore.

Sighing, I glanced at my watch, I saw the minute hand move over oh so slightly to the left. At this rate, I'll go insane. The last thing I want to do is to play babysit to a bunch of clueless University students, who have no idea what kind of paranormal creatures prowl in the dead of the night. Or even walking in day light.

Deciding to distract myself so I won't become restless or accidentally break something, my eyes roamed the lab curiously. They were discussing and completing their assignments. My sharp ears picked up their words as easily as breathing.

"We should put this here..."

"Hey, will you write this down for me?"

My demi-fae eyes lazily tracked the owners of the voices. As my eyes linger for a few seconds to watch them, I try to study their strange body tics. Something I picked up from my years in S.P.A.D., a habit of mine I've ingrained to myself. Faeries are sly creatures. I've still yet to meet one of those intellectual faeries; the ones who can speak, despite being a half myself. But there are enough stories to know that they aren't your friendly little beings with sparkling wings and fairy dust.

No, they are conniving bastards who will bite and steal if they want to.

Today, all I can practice my skills on are these bunch of teenagers. But I'm not complaining. Even a person has their own unique traits and body language.

"Mr Zach, we're stuck at this step here." I heard more than saw one of the students in the second row raise his hand up. I watched as the preppy young man walked over with a goofy grin on his face, before proceeding to flail his arms about trying to teach them. Wow, zealous much? What an inspiring sight.

I rolled my eyes. Someone snickered softly in the class and I know exactly from which direction it came from.

God damnit this is boring. Why don't I do something fun? That's when I thought of an ingenious plan. Smirking, I sneaked a glance at the pen cap just beside my elbow. As quick as a snake, I snatched it. The girl beside me was too engrossed with the assignment and she didn't notice. Well, thank you... I peered at the worksheet and read her name. Gabriella is it? Well, thanks for the pen cap. I tried not to laugh.

As I was about to commence with flicking the pen cap towards that unsuspecting man, the girl beside me gave a sigh. "Mr Zach, I'm having trouble with the apparatus." Mr Zach turned towards us and I quickly hid my fist. Damn it.

I flashed a smile at him as he walked over.

"It's okay Mr Zach. I can help her with it." I said putting on an innocent expression. Now now, we don't want to get caught do we?

I was supposed to blend in according to Damien's orders. "Make some human friends and learn to be like them." To me, it sounds like a chore to make friends and act like a University student. I'd rather spend the time hunting for clues for our mission. People are disappearing into thin air. That doesn't happen normally. But what was I doing? Playing babysit here. Like for real?

So in addition to becoming his bodyguard, his fake double...now I'm also a babysitter? Is that it? When I get back, he and I are so going to have a proper conversation.

"Oh? As a transfer student you must be quite familiar with the technology here. Are you sure you don't need any help young man?" Mr Zach asked.

I schooled my features to a humble student's, and nodded a couple of times. Beside me, the girl is staring at me with her mouth slightly open in disbelief.

"Alright, if that's the case, I will leave you to help out your table partner then." Mr Zach smiled as he puffed up his scrawny chest and walked off to the next table. As he left, the stupid look on my face slid off immediately.

"You forgot to adjust the temperature to the optimal one. Here, you should turn this down." I reached out with my hand and twirled the knob on the side of the scan. "There, this should be right already." I proceeded to press the "scan" button and the soft whir of the machine sounded as it processed the scan. A picture of a clear fingerprint slid out with the results the worksheet wanted.

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I looked at her but her eyes weren't focused on the scan results. They were trained on me. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied me, pursing her lips.

"What? Got a problem?" I shrugged.

"So you're saying that you knew how to use the apparatus, but you chose not to help me out at the beginning, but only now?" She's staring at me with an exasperated look.

"Yeah? So what?" I said. I know I'm being an asshole today, but I'm not in the mood to bother. She only looked at me before shaking her head and said something that surprised me. "Okay, never mind. Still thanks for helping me out I guess." She shrugged before she took the scan results out from the machine and scribbled down some words before she stacked the papers together.

My eyebrows rose. Okay, that wasn't what I was expecting.

I returned the pen cap when she turned away and pretended that I was busy looking out the windows. Then I heard her footsteps approaching the table. "I forgot something. What's your name?" I turned to look at her wondering if she was talking to me.

And yep, she's staring at me expectantly while her hand is holding her pen, waiting for me to answer her previous question. "Fenrys." I said, not bothering to extend any warm introductions.

She nodded and wrote it down on the assignment paper before she left to submit it to Mr Zach who's sitting at his desk and cracking jokes with the poor students at the front. I eyed them in sympathy as I watched Mr Zach asked my lab partner something about the assignment. The girl gave him a smile and said it was okay. There was nothing about my lack of participation nor my rude behavior.

The bell rang and I stood up, walking quickly out of the place.

"Bye!" She said as I walked past her. I nodded to her before turning a corner and disappearing into a short-cut to my dorm. So she helped me with my cover huh... I'll call that even for making me lose that butterfly.

Honestly, at first I wouldn't have agreed to be recruited into S.P.A.D.. But Johnathan, my older twin, has an illness and the only way to get him treated was by doctors in the Paranormal Department, also known as P.D. for short. But we like to call it HQ. It was established in Soren sixteen years ago and from there, we met Damien Ytger, who offered us a place in the S.P.A.D., an elite squad among all the others.

We have no parents. Most demi-faes are parentless or have only one parent. There is an evident pattern, the remaining parent is human and may either die because of a mysterious disease that will wreck their bodies. Or survive and live very very long lives. Usually. the former happens.

It's the same for me and Jonathan. My mother is human and the father who sired us is one of the fae, who had taken a fancy on her. Unfortunately, she's one of the unlucky ones who succumbed to that disease. On her deathbed, she told us our true heritage before she passed on. She told us that our father had left us for war. To fight for a kingdom that we never knew existed. Till that day, he has yet to return. A prime example of the lying convinning bastards they are.

With her last breath, she made us promise to look for him. That was before Jonathan had fallen sick... because the human world is polluted with iron.

None of the doctors in the hospitals could treat him.

We searched every nook and cranny for a possible cure, barely surviving with our meager inheritence. Until we stumbled across a man who claimed to be from the Paranormal Department. He said he could find us doctors to treat Jonathan, but in exchange, we will have to work for the government.

The P.D. doctors took one look at Jonathan and said it was "iron sickness," before whisking him away for treatment. Treatments that consisted of staying in rooms detoxed of iron and supplement shots.

To us both, these are all temporary measures, until we can find a way to enter the Fae Realm. There's proof showing that with regular contact with the untainted air of the Faerie Realm, of around several hours, demi-faes can survive in the Human World without iron sickness. However, to open the gateway, it requires consent from the fae. Anything else no longer matters as long as I can contact one of them.

I don't give a damn about finding the man called our "father". It has always been me, Jonathan and maman anyway. If I really do get the opportunity to meet that bastard... Well I'll make him pay for throwing us away.

But Jonathan has different opinions. He believes that our father is out there somewhere, still trying to search for us. Or has had his reasons for being unable to come back to the Human Realm. So we are stuck here, being members of the S.P.A.D for 5 years.

Apart from rigorous training sessions and private lessons that were a pain in the ass, it wasn't all that bad. We get to enjoy luxurious accommodations and kick some rogue fae ass who dared to cross the line. Best of all, the money from the missions was worth it.

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I walked into our dorm block. It's a private five-room apartment specially arranged for us. This block is reserved for special accommodations; for the awfully rich students with parents of political standing and important guests of the school.

Being a S.P.A.D. member means being part of the top Top. Which also means we get to enjoy such privileges.

I smiled as I eyed the luxuriously large apartment, chuckling in appreciation at the great service the HQ provides us with. I opened the apartment door and stopped short. Sitting on the sofa with one leg propped up, was Damien.

"Hey." Damien looked up from the energy device he was tweaking with and casually waved in my direction.

My eyes should have bulged and my jaw should open in shock or surprise. But I did neither. Before entering the apartment I already knew there was someone inside, thanks to my handy enhanced senses. Just that I hadn't expect it to be the leader of the S.P.A.D. team.

Damien's hair was a shade of the richest brown, like the earth, the strands looking soft and inviting. Fruitful results of years of expensive organic shampoo products obtained from his personal haristylists and researchers. Which is very different from his original dark black hair. Now that is definitely a surprise. I took in his newly-dyed hair appreciatively, before I remembered why I needed to talk to him.

Glaring at Damien I said, "Where's Jonathan?"

Prince Damien shrugged his shoulders and replied "Aren't you going to start with the questions? Your beloved leader has finally arrived." He flourished his hands in a grand gesture. Seeing that it had no effect on me, Damien continued more seriously, "Jonathan is probably still in treatment."

Rolling my eyes at him, I went to pour a glass of water from the kitchen and directed the next words at him "You and I. Let's talk."