That's all I was to them. All of them. Trouble. Trouble to take care of, trouble to teach, trouble to love.

It was probably ten o'clock pm, I was driving home from the store in my midnight black pickup truck. I had gone to get food for the dog.

The thing about Castallan is that he wasn't actually a dog, and I wasn't actually just some 18 year old boy. 

Castallan was the only one who gave a damn about me. He'd been there my whole life, and protected me. I've never met anyone so loyal. 

I was too lost in thought when I heard a scream and there was a bump. I skirted to a stop, most likely leaving tire marks on the road. I jumped out of my truck to see the damage to my truck.

I have a unique situation where other people, they don't matter to me. Sadly, sometimes I had to pretend like they do.

There wasn't a dent or even a scratch on my truck luckily, so I turned to the person. I could barely make out their figure in the dark, but as they got up I saw the body of a woman. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I said, feigning worry. In the street light I could see more detail. She was curvy, but pretty thin. The ideal body shape of most girls these days. She picked up a blood red beanie off of the ground and after briefly brushing it off she placed it over her light colored hair.

The girl was attractive. And surprisingly calm about the situation. "I'm fine..." She mumbled and looked around. When her green eyes finally stopped searching the ground, she sighed. "Shit." 

My dark brown eyes darted to the ground where I saw a skateboard broken in half. It wasn't safe to travel by that at night. 

Not that I care, I thought.

I found myself being curious about this girl. She was so mild. I could see she was wearing dark clothes, ripped black jeans that fit her just right, and a tank top that said "I hate everyone". A black and white flannel hugged her waist. I liked her style.

"Let me give you a ride." I blurted out. I almost immediately regretted my outburst when she arched a delicate eyebrow at me. 

After what seemed like eternity, she bit her plump, pink lip. "Alright, thanks."

It seemed like it only took a few moments for her time climb into my truck and we were heading down the street. Castallan would be ballistic if he saw me driving a human girl home. 

She sat silently, her hands clenching her flannel gently. She almost seemed nervous.

"I don't bite." I told her, wondering if she thinks I'm some creep. The truth was I had bigger problems to worry about.

I heard her scoff and glanced over at her. She leaned her head against the seat, and her corn husk blonde hair showered over her small, pale shoulders. Her eyes closed as she began to relax a little.

So she believed me after all.

She said the street name but not the address. She was very untrusting, something that was both admirable and irritating. She was something else. 

I pulled over at the corner of the street to let her out. She started to reach for the handle, he noticed how small her hands were.

"Uh... Thanks for the ride." She mumbled under her breath before hopping out of the truck and starting to cut through lawns quickly.

I wasn't surprised she told me the wrong street name too.She's the only teenaged girl I've met that didn't try to get with me

I drove home in complete silence. I didn't even turn on the radio. I couldn't focus on the road. My mind was almost jumbled up and I didn't have a clue why.

I found myself driving home, my mind blank. I walked in and Castallan rushed to the door to greet me. "Where have you been?! Do you know how late it is?"

I looked at the clock hung over by our tv. "I don't need a dog scolding me. I am the prince of hell, you know." I stated calmly while running a hand through my brown hair.

I was the prince of hell. The antichrist. My purpose was to bring the world to its end. That has been my only thought.

Until images of a pesky blonde in a blood red beanie penetrate my mind, I had nothing else on my mind.