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Damien p.o.v.

After we came up with a plan on how to get Jordan and Ivan together we separated to go find him. I went to look in the dance area, Jordan went to the kitchen, and Zane went outside. Those were the three main places the teenagers were at, so hopefully he will be in one of those.

I walked onto the dance area and looked around. There were lots of people dancing which made this really difficult. I started maneuvering around the dance floor looking for him. When people started to notice it was me they started to come up and wish me a happy birthday. They then talked about hanging out and stuff which basically translated to I wanted to hangout to become popular. Some girls started flirting with me which I did back or else people would seem suspicious.

As I talked to one blonde haired brown eyed cutie a hand grabbed my shoulder and tugged it. I turn and see Eros dragging me away from the people and towards the ballroom where most of the adults were at. The ballroom was soundproof, so none of the loud music would disturb them. He finally stopped near the window and said, "I know what you guys are planning and I'm warning you to stop."

I scoff at him. Does he really thinks he can stop me like that? "Eros I understand that you are looking out for him, but trust me what we're doing is going to be good for him," I say.

"I know your intentions are good, but not tonight. He's been through a lot and he doesn't want to hear Jordan apologize. He knows that Jordan doesn't like him. Him apologizing tonight will just make the pain worst," he tells me.

I almost laugh at how wrong he is. I was going to just say trust me and leave, but then I realized who I am talking to. Knowing him he will probably block any of us from getting anywhere near Ivan. "Arrows, that is not what were doing," I tell him. He frowns in confusion and he tilts his head. I then start to explain a bit. "Jordan is going to apologize, that part you got right, but then he is going to ask him out. Jordan really likes him too."

Instead of seeing relief or happiness on his face, he rolls his eyes and mumbles something about my type being idiots. "Demon, especially don't do that. All it will do is push Ivan away and make both of depress. Ivan will think Jordan is only doing it out of pity and Ivan will turn him down. You know Ivan. That is exactly what he's going to do. Hell, that's what I would do."

That's when I actually started to think about it. Eros is kind of right, Ivan is prone to think people only do things for him, because they pity him. It took month for me to convince him I wanted to friends with him and not just pitied him. After what happened, something like this could make him think it is a pity date. Though I there is still the fact that they could possibly be mates, so maybe that will sway him.

"en....Damien....DAMIEN ARE YOU LISTENING," Eros yelled at me. I try to give him an innocent smile. He holds the arch of his nose and closes his eyes. "You so infuriating sometimes," he mumbles.

"I can hear you you know," I say.

"Oh now you can," he counters.

"Shut up."

He smirks knowing he beat me before giving me a serious look. "Damien if Jordan likes him, try waiting till at least tomorrow. That way he won't be as emotional."

I open my mouth to argue back, but another voice stops me. "Damien," my grandfather greets giving me a big bear hug. "Grandpa," I greet back hugging him. "How've you been?"

"I've been great. Though I got a little bit of magia clogging this last week," my grandpa says.

"I'm sorry to hear that, hopefully you'll get over it soon." Magia clogging is a common sickness you get when you get older and have used magic for lots of years. The sickness usually last a couple weeks or so. It makes the person not be able to use spells they've casted a lot. So for example if you casted the same sleeping spell for years and you get it then you can't use the spell for a while, but if you know another sleeping spell you can still use that. That's why people recommend casters to learn different spells.

"Thank you, and who is this young guy over here. Is he your boyfriend perhaps," my grandpa asks with a grin. I feel some heat creep onto my cheeks.

"Push don't insult me," Arrows says. "I'm Eros Castillo. I'm Damien's...friend, sir." Eros politely shakes my grandfather's hand as he introduces himself.

"Well it's nice to meet you Eros. My name is Uriah. Your name sounds vaguely familiar though."

"My family is kind of well known. My parent's are Kara and Theodore Castillo," Eros tells him.

"No, that isn't it," my grandpa tells him.

Eros frowns, "Well my sisters Gabby and Scarlett are going to be Selenes and so is my brother JJ. Oh and my other brother Ryder is your granddaughter's Mate."

My grandpa shakes his head still thinking about it. Eros seems confused too. Probably because most people always know him as somebody's something. This also then makes me sound intrigued. "Eros is an uncommon name. I think I would remember it."

"I have never met you sir, sorry sir."

My grandpa smiles and snaps his fingers. "Now I remember. Asher Valentine, The Hearts with Masks."

Eros eyes go wide and his face seems a little pale. "W-what," Eros asks.

"I saw it in a painting. I just barely saw it on in the other room. It was an amazing piece of work. I think you have a secret admirer Mr. Castillo," my grandpa tells us. As soon as Eros hears that he runs to the room my grandfather pointed. I said goodbye to my grandpa before chasing after him. Whatever it is, it really made him nervous.

When I get to the room there is a huge crowd at one end looking at a painting and I see Eros trying to get through. I follow him there and try to get through like him. Most people moved out of the way when they saw it was me. As soon as I was at the front I gasped.

Right in front of me was a beautiful painting. I'm not much of an art guy, but this painting looked amazing and really well done. It looked professional. The painting looked like to be at the quad of a school. There were lockers on the wall and some tables on the grass. Instead of people in the painting there were 3D crack half hearts everywhere. Almost each heart had a full heart porcelain mask with a face on it. The crack half hearts without a mask had arrows and knifes on it and bleeding. One of the hearts seemed to have dropped its mask and on the inside of the mask it says in big bold letters EROS CASTILLO. I look at the bottom of the painting and under it there is a gold plaque that says ASHER VALENTINE THE HEARTS WITH MASKS.

"Okay everyone that's enough. This painting is being taken down. Move along move along," Eros says as he gestures everybody to move. They were all groaning and complaining as they were moving away. I of course didn't listen and stayed standing there.

"It does seem like somebody likes you," I tell him with a smirk. He glares at me and tells me to shut up, which only makes me laugh. "What's the problem? Did you and this person have a bad break up or something," I ask.

"No," he says simply as he grabs a table cloth off a table.

"Then what's the problem?"

Eros sighed. Probably sick of being asked questions. He levitates a couple feet and uses a glue spell to hold the table cloth up. He then covers the whole painting with it which is surprising since the painting is huge. "It's my alias," he says softly.

"Your Ali what?"

Eros rolls his eyes. "My alias. My fake name," he answers. I nod my head before he continues. "I entered it after...the dark period of my life. I was almost 15 I think and I saw an art competition being held at an art institute near where we were living. I was still getting over some stuff and I needed a distraction, so I entered it for fun. I used my first name and my mom's maiden name to enter it, I was too scared to use my real name, anyway there were going to be a lot of teachers and art critics and I thought I could over hear some pointers and opinions on my piece.

What I didn't count on was winning and getting a huge scholarship the school. Instead of accepting the scholarship I asked if I could give it to somebody else and they said yes, so I gave it to my older friend Henry who studied architecture. Now he's a really famous guy in the architecture business. The painting though was sold without my knowing and kept being sold for months. Eventually I gave up looking for it and it ended up here I guess."

"Wow, but I can see why it way sold. The painting looks amazing. The color, the details, everything about it," I say. I see a tiny red blush come over Eros's face at the compliment. "Whatever it's not that good," he says.

"Are you kidding me? This is amazing. You're going to one day be a household name like Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael, or Donatelo," I tells him.

He chuckles a little, "do you know any artist names who weren't a ninja turtle?"

"Nope," I say proudly making him laugh more. "Wait, except for that really ballsy one who cut off his ear and mailed it to his girlfriend."

"Van gogh was pretty ballsy," he says making the both of us laugh.

'Damien where are you' my mom asks me through a telepathic message.

I look down at my watch and see it's almost 11 which means the cake is about to be cut. I groan not wanting to go to the party, but I know my mom will be pissed if I don't go. 'I'm in the painting room with Eros'.

'Hurry the hell up the and bring Eros too. Grandma wants to meet him'

"Are you okay? You seem a little angry. Do you want me to leave," Eros asked.

I shake my head. "No, it's just time for the cake, full of annoying people that I don't know," I answer. Eros gives me a sympathetic look knowing how annoying some people can be. That's when I remember what I have in my pocket. "Oh, before I forget. I want to give you your birthday present." I take out wrapped box and hand it to him.

He takes it and slowly tears the wrapping paper. He opens it and frowns. He takes out one of the bottles and gives me a questioning look. "What is this? Please tell me it's not some sort of drug or something."

I chuckle a little. "No it's a vision elixir. Apparently you can see the future if you drink it," I explain.

"And the ring?"

"Oh that just came with the bottles. It supposedly stops a woman from getting pregnant."

He smiles at the gift before looking at me. "I love it. Care to join me," he asks handing me a bottle. Well I suppose I should since it was his birthday gift. I take it and he takes the other from the box. We unscrew the the tops together before he makes a toast. "To birthdays let's hope to have many more," he says.

"Here here."

We both chug down the little bottles before placing them down. I start to feel a little wobbly. The whole world spins around before everything dissolves and turns black.

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