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Chapter one:
Olivia Dunne climbed out of the shower, collecting a red, fluffy towel from the towel rack and wrapping it around herself. When she was sure it was secure, she walked over to the mirror to look at herself. Oh, what a state, she thought, as she looked below her green eyes at the smudges the shower had done to yesterday's make up. She grabbed the lemon scented wipes from the cupboard and wiped yesterday straight off her face. Today was a new day, and she was determined to keep it that way.
She jogged across the hall in an attempt to avoid her three family members, before going through the door marked 'OLIVIA' in black. There, she dropped her towel and grabbed her red and white striped underwear, putting it on. Then she placed on her usual black jeans, with her thick red checkered shirt, and her all black converse. Then she moved on to do her make up. She outlined her eye fully with black eye-liner, before putting mascara on her eyelashes. And then she did her black hair with red streaks in the usual way she would do it. She curled it after she dried it, before clipping her fringe back.
Olivia, over the past three months, had been more distant from her family. She had put red streaks in her black hair, and she had even gotten her lip and nose pierced, complementing the lip with a silver ring, and the nose with a silver stud. Her step mom, Kara, hated them. Olivia loved them. And she loved the way that it wound up her dad, and her step mom.
Olivia's dad, George, wasn't actually her real dad. Olivia's parents had died when she was young, so she had been adopted into George's care. Then George had gotten married to Kara, and introduced perfect, blond, and pretty Katy into the family. Katy, Olivia's stepsister, hated Olivia. And Olivia hated Katy. Katy's mom and Olivia's dad found Katy exhaustingly perfect. Well, who wouldn't? Katy was on the swim team, and the cheer-leading team, and was a straight A student. Olivia got really pissed when her dad would come up to her and sigh, saying, "Why can't you be more like Katy, Olivia?"
But Olivia had gotten used to the fact that Katy was in the spotlight now. So she stayed out and spent her time listening to rock music, and drowning her sorrows in pages after pages of writing. Katy would usually come and bother her with something like, "Why you so stupid?" But Olivia usually just threw a book at her and told her rudely to get out. And she did.
Today was different, though. Olivia felt the need to be annoying. She felt the need to be difficult. She felt the need to be a complete and total bitch. But she ignored the feeling and just left it alone.
She looked at her black clock, looking at the red hands tick by. She realised the bus for school was almost here, so she grabbed her backpack and rushed down stairs into the kitchen. Olivia hopped over the stool that had been left in the middle of the kitchen in order to get the piece of toast that had just popped up. She sat in her chair at the breakfast bar and started eating. She looked up when the chair next to her made a scraping sound. Katy.
"Excuse me, Olivia," Katy sneered at her. Sneering was Katy's thing.
"Yes?" Olivia asked kindly, despite the fact that Katy used 'the' tone. The tone was Katy's sneering. She only sneered at Olivia though.
Katy glared at her. "That's my toast you're eating. And you didn't even ask if you could have a piece."
Olivia took the piece she was eating out of her mouth and offered it out to Katy. "Do you want it back?"
Katy's face made a disgusted expression as she turned away and walked to her room. Katy's room was pink, of course, and it was like a princess's bedroom. Olivia's room was red, and looked like some hobo lived there. It had clothes strewn everywhere, CD cases everywhere...she made a mental note to find her iPod when she got home later.
Her toast eating was interrupted when the horn of the bus sounded. Olivia grabbed her bag and ran for the bus. Usually, the bus driver isn't really patient. And if you didn't get out fast enough, he would leave you too walk. Olivia had that to many times.
She climbed on the bus, trying to ignore the snickers and laughs that were sounded as she did. Olivia just carried on going, looking around for her best bud, Ellie Butler. Ellie had been Olivia's best friend since they met in 3rd grade. They went through everything together, even getting picked on by the cheerleaders and pushed into things by the Jocks. Ellie had blond hair too, but Olivia liked her best friend's hair colour because she had put blue, and red, and purple streaks in it. Ellie's hazel eyes were usually outline in either blue or pink, but sometimes they were outlined with red. It depended on her shoes.
"Hey, Olive!" Unlike Katy, Ellie called Olivia by her nickname. "Over here!"
Olivia saw her best friend waving her hand like crazy at her, and headed over. Today, Ellie had dressed in blue skinny jeans and a white superman t-shirt and her pink converse. So her eyes were outlined pink today. Ellie beamed with happiness as she noticed her best friend coming up the bus towards her. Olivia could feel the happiness basically coming off Ellie as she walked closer and closer...
"Oh my god! Have you heard?" Ellie exclaimed as soon as Olivia's butt hit the seat. If you wanted gossip, you went to Ellie. She usually had all the latest gossip about everyone.
"What? Did a cheerleader break a nail?" Olivia mocked.
"Shut up and listen, Olive," Their friend, Ben, said as he leant against the back of Ellie's side of the seat.
Ellie smiled at him. "How haven't you heard? The girl lives with you!"
Katy.
"What's she done this time?"
"She caught Grace Hill and her boyfriend sleeping together."
"Fred?"
"Yeah."
Fred was Olivia's ex boyfriend, and now apparently Katy's too. Fred had been going out with Olivia, before he saw her new stepsister and immediately liked her. Then Olivia found herself being dumped and Fred standing next to Katy the next day. It wasn't a good time, but she would have never found her hatred for her stepsister if he hadn't have broken up with her.
"I swear Grace and Katy are like best friends?" Olivia asked.
"Not any more, obviously," Their other friend, Andrew came into the conversation. "Grace is sitting at the back trying to hide from Katy. Katy said something about beating her to a pulp."
Olivia laughed. "What about Fred? I thought he was really good friends with Luke and Shaun."
"Fred is sat at the front but on the right," Andrew said, pointing to Fred who was sat with his headphones in, looking quite sorry for himself and looking to the right of him at the popular people. The three best cheerleaders and the two greatest Jocks. Amanda and Freya were Katy's best friends, and Shaun and Luke were with them, so they all sat with each other at lunch. God knows why. They all bitch about each other.
"Fred even dumped Katy," Ellie pointed out. "But it did nothing. He is still sat there on his own."
"Serves him right," Ben answered, "He dumped our asses the second he got together with her. Let him sit there alone."
"He used to be your best friend," Olivia protested.
"And he used to be your boyfriend," Andrew argued. "He dumped all our asses. Let's just make him suffer."
Olivia nodded. "Can we change the subject to something a little less heavy?"
"We have gym today!" Ellie cheered. She was a super health freak and loved her exercise. "Did you bring your gym kit?"
"I left it in my locker," Olivia said. "You think the worst of me. Like I would forget something as important as that." She swung her arm around her best friend's shoulders, purposely hitting Ben in the face. "But thanks for being a good friend."
"No problem." Ellie turned her head to look out the window for a second, trying to get the black eyes under control. The girl will come out soon. She will find out soon.
Finally, the doomed hour arrived. Gym. Olivia jumped when her locker shut. She looked up to see Grace Hill looking down at her. Grace Hill was one of those girls who always looked pretty; but today, she didn't. Usually, Grace had big false eyelashes, with strawberry cheeks, her strawberry blond hair curled, her big blue eyes outlined with black, and her lips covered in ruby red lipstick. But today, she looked hideous. Her hair was tied up messily, her face no make up, and her usually killer watt smile had somehow disappeared.
"We need to talk," Grace demanded as Olivia regained control on her crazy heartbeat.
"A simple, 'We need to talk' couldn't have worked?" Olivia asked, "I need to get changed for gym. Can it wait? And since when do you ever want to talk to me?"
"Since now," Grace answered simply. Olivia cocked an eyebrow. "Okay. Maybe I have my reasons for talking to you." Grace sneered the word as if it was forgien on her tongue.
Olivia glared at the girl, by the way she said it. "And...? Can I know these reasons?"
"I need you to talk to Katy for me."
"Are you kidding?" Olivia laughed. "Katy hates my guts. If she wanted to, she would serve them on a silver platter. So what makes you think she'll listen to me?"
"Because you're stepsisters. And I need you too tell her that Fred forced himself upon me. That it wasn't my idea."
Olivia quirked an eyebrow. "But what was stopping you from saying no?"
"She doesn't need to know the truth," Grace replied. "Now, tell her."
"I don't think so." Olivia grabbed her bag from her now open locker, then shut the locker again. "You may be Grace Hill, and one of the most popular girls in school, but I will not help you get out of your slutty little problem."
"I don't think you realise I wasn't asking."
"And I don't think you realise that I don't give a shit about your problems. Now leave me alone."
Olivia stormed towards the bathrooms to get changed, instead of getting changed where all the rest of the girls do. She was uncomfortable getting changed in front of everybody, especially when they stared at you. So Olivia felt more comfortable in the tiny cubicle of the girls' bathrooms.
Stepping out, Olivia fixed her black Nike sports shorts, and straightened her white tank top, before going to look in the mirror at her appearance. She didn't consider herself pretty, because, she thought she wasn't. She was the girl who wore loads of black eye make up, and black skinny jeans, and full black clothes. She was the one with nose piercings and the lip piercings.
Suddenly, the lights went out, leaving Olivia in darkness. Olivia looked around, using the dim light from the slither of light that came from the windows at the top. She went to grab her phone out of her bag so she could make her way towards the light switch and turn the lights back on. But before she could, she was pinned against a wall, and a tall, bald man dressed smartly in a black suit stepped out. He looked angry, but also like he was playing some sort of game with her as he brought out a long, silver sword thing.
"Olivia, isn't it?" The man asked. Olivia was to freaked out, so she just nodded. "Well, Olivia, you don't seem so big and mighty like you are supposed to be. Try get out of my grip and prove who you are."
Olivia struggled, but failed getting out of the bald man's grip.
The man laughed at her attempt. "How could you be the daughter of the devil, huh? Look at you. You are pathetic. You are just a worthless, puny, pathetic human with no clue about who you come from."
The man raised his left hand, trailing the sword down her face and across her shoulder and down her arm. He was about to jab the knife into her stomach when a beam of light came from the door opening. There, stood, in all her glory, was her best bud, Ellie.
"Ellie!" Olivia called out to her best friend. Her best friend's eyes flashed full black, flashing towards her before back at the man.
"Zachariah," Ellie said in annoyance. "I should have know they'd send you."
"Well, isn't this a surprise," The man, Zachariah, snapped at the girl. "A demon."
Ellie shrugged. "It's better then being pure like you."
"Being an angel has it's perks, sweetheart, believe me," Zachariah said. "Why are you here?"
"Put the girl down, angel, and then nobody will get hurt."
Zachariah laughed. "Why would I want to do that? This could help Lucifer in the apocalypse. You really think I'm going to let her free?"
"You will, and now. Before I send you back to heaven myself."
Zachariah laughed once more, but put Olivia down. "Fine. Have your pathetic, worthless little human. She is nothing. Nothing. How is she going to benefit you in the apocalypse?"
"The girl is going to find her true self soon. I can sense it. I'm sure you can as well."
"Of course. Why do you think I'm here, sweetheart? To pop in and say hi? Nope. I'm here to kill that little bitch before she gets the chance to ruin us."
Ellie rolled her eyes. Olivia looked at her in bewilderment. How could she roll her eyes at this moment. Olivia stopped her inner panic as Ellie spoke. "Don't you think the drama is a bit to much? She won't ruin you. She's just going to help."
"There are other angels being sent after her, demon. She will be dead soon. I guess it saves me getting my hands dirty."
"Leave," Ellie growled at Zachariah. Olivia flinched at her best friend's tone. "Now. Otherwise I will do something I will regret."
And with that and a whooshing sound, Zachariah was gone. Ellie and Olivia were silent before they both looked at each other. They stayed like that for a while, before Ellie opened her mouth to say something. But no words came. So it quickly shut again. Olivia was freaking out. No - she was beyond freaking out. She was having a freaking panic attack. Angels and demons and apocalypses? What the hell is going on?
Olivia grabbed her bags before walking out of the bathrooms. Ellie was hot on her trail, but Olivia didn't even acknowledge her friend as she went to put her bags in her locker. What had happen? The devil, angels, demons - they aren't real. They are supposed to be in the bible and that's it. Nothing else. They weren't supposed to turn up in the girls' bathroom and argue about her. Her, of all people.
Ellie kept her head down as Olivia turned on her heel and headed for gym. For once, Olivia actually felt like doing gym. For once. She wanted to wrap her head around everything. As soon as she arrived at the lesson, she stood on the other side of the net, watching the other girls toss the volleyball high above their heads before hitting it. She was just thinking.
So her best friend was a demon. A demon. One of those ones with the eyes that glaze over with black, nonetheless. So why had Ellie, or whatever the demon's name is, tried to save her? She swore anything supernatural was supposed to kill humans. Olivia equalled human. And Zachariah? That bald man who was smart dressed in a black suit and a white dress shirt.
What the hell was going on? And the apocalypse? She swore also that it was in the bible. That there isn't supposed to be an apocalypse. But obviously there is if an 'angel' and a 'demon' were talking about it importantly. And it must be pretty fricking important if an 'angel' and a 'demon' would show themselves in front of a human just to discuss the matter.
But where was all her part in this?
Olivia could have sworn that he told her she was the daughter of the devil. Why would she be the daughter of the devil? Before her adoptive father George, she hadn't really known her dad because he left before she could even see him. And then her mom had put her up for adoption as soon as she was born. So could it be possible? For this sixteen year old girl to belong to the devil?
Olivia's thinking was cut short as she felt a pinch on her left arm. Her hand instinctively flew up to the spot, and nearly hit Ellie in the face. Ellie was standing there with a concerned look on her face, as she watched Olivia distance herself off again.
"Olivia," Ellie greeted, using her full name for once. "I want to explain what happened in there."
"What did happen in there, Ellie?" Olivia snapped harshly. "Because I don't have a freaking clue. Something about demons, and angels, and apocalypse."
Ellie sighed. "You have every right to be freaked right now, but you have to listen to me, okay? You finding out what you really are could be extremely dangerous. You would have hunters, and angels, maybe even demons after you."
"So there are such things as demons, and angels, then? You admit it?" Olivia questioned.
Ellie nodded. "Look, I promise I'll explain everything after school. Just please, don't tell anybody about what you saw. The angels could have spies here now, and maybe even the hunters can to. So please don't tell anyone."
"Fine. But it's only if you promise that you'll explain everything. Not leaving out the details."
Ellie nodded eagerly.
Olivia and Ellie were silent on the bus back. Usually, the girls were describing each others day to one another, but today, they weren't. They were silenced by what had happened in the girls bathroom with Olivia and her run in with the angel called Zachariah. Olivia looked over at her best friend, who was looking out the window, at the floor; anywhere but Olivia.
Olivia sighed. "When are you going to explain, Ellie?"
"Soon," Her best friend replied. "This bus is just a bit...crowded."
Olivia's eyes flickered over everybody in the bus. Not many people remained on the bus, because they had gotten off, but on the bus still was Andrew, Ben, Katy, her two best friends and their Jock boyfriends, Fred and Grace, who was sulking in the back.
"How is this crowded?" Olivia asked. "You could whisper."
"And risk Andrew or Ben hearing?" Ellie jerked her thumb towards the boys behind them. "Not a chance. I'll explain when we are at your house."
"Everything?"
Ellie nodded. "Everything."
The girls rise when they notice Olivia's stop. The bus jerked when stopping, but other then that, Olivia and Ellie made it off the bus fine. Today was good, because Katy was 'studying' with her friends, their little brother Joe was at football practise, and her parents were working. So Olivia and Ellie had the whole house to themselves for Ellie to explain the terrible events of the day.
Olivia and Ellie threw their bags on the couch as they walked through to go to the kitchen. There, Ellie settled herself at the breakfast bar, as Olivia grabbed herself a glass of milk. She had offered Ellie one, but the girl had declined and was waiting patiently for the sort of human to be done. Olivia finally set her glass down, before sitting down and looking expectantly at her best bud.
"What?" Ellie asked.
"Spill!" Olivia exclaimed. "I need to know what happened today. What are you?"
Ellie sighed. "I'm a demon."
"So they are real?"
Ellie nodded. "Yes. So are a lot of things you didn't think were real. Like vampires, werewolves, wendigos. Don't worry, those things live in forests."
"Okay," Olivia took it in. "Angels are real?"
"Yes," Ellie answered. "Zachariah was only one of them. Most of them are like Zachariah though; dicks and horrible people."
"The apocalypse?"
"AH, yes! That is true also. Basically, God, you know upstairs, decided to make the human race. And he wanted the angels to bow down to them. To worship them. His sons, Michael and Gabriel, archangels, happily did. But Lucifer, know as the devil or Satan, didn't. He didn't think that this new race was important enough. Superior enough for him to bow down to. So Michael kicked him out of heaven and into hell. In to a cage, specifically. And it has these locks. And only sixty six seals need to be broken in order for him to be free. Last year, Lillith, the first demon, started to break these seals. One by one. And then Sam Winchester, a hunter joined dark side, killed her, breaking the last seal and freeing Lucifer from the cage. Now, we are waiting for he to get a vessel. Then he just needs to prepare himself. Get the four horse men up, demons after demons after demons. Just for that one day when Michael and Lucifer battle it out."
Olivia nodded, taking the information in. "Where do I fit in to this?"
"You are the devil's daughter. Once you realise your full potential, you'll become great and fight right next your dad against good."
"And hunters?"
"Hunters. Well, the biggest ones you need to worry about are the Winchesters. They sort of visit this town every so often, because their friend lives here. Bobby Singer. Anyway, that's where they gather. Also, they have a fallen angel with them. Castiel. So watch out for them. Because they will kill you once they find out you're Lucifer's daughter."
Olivia nodded. "But what happens now? When will the apocalypse be?"
"Nobody knows. I think its when Michael finds his destined vessel, and Lucifer finds his. You know, I think they are the Winchester brothers. Sam and Dean."
"Sam and Dean?"
"Yeah. They are super hot. It's a shame they are trained to kill me. Dean is Michael's vessel, we know that for sure. But Dean is being difficult. When you're an angel, the person you want to take over has to have a say in the matter. And if they don't say yes, they you aren't entering."
"So Lucifer has to find is vessel? And that said person has to say yes before Lucifer can take over his body."
Ellie nodded. "Yes. Anything else you would like to know?"
"What happens during the cross fire? When Michael and Lucifer are at each others throats?"
"Forest fires. Storms. Every global disaster in the history of the world. And its going to keep going and going and going, until one of them finally wins."
Suddenly, Olivia and Ellie jumped as they saw a black haired man dressed in a trench coat in the middle of Olivia's kitchen. A bright white light came from Ellie as the man touched her head, before Ellie flopped down on the counter. Olivia chocked back sobs, looking up at the man who had just killed her best friend. She scrambled away quickly from him, not before taking in his features, such as the hard jaw, the bright blue eyes, the smart trench coat and suit underneath. Angel.
"W-why did you kill her?" Olivia asked him.
"She was not needed," The bleak voice of the man came as he spoke to her. "Now, get up. I am taking you to some personal friends of mine."
Olivia shook her head. "I know who they are. You are going to kill me, aren't you?"
"No," The man answered bleakly. "They just want to talk."
"About me being the devil's daughter? Sorry, chuckles, but I only found out about that today. So I'm not going to help at all."
"My name is Casitel, not chuckles." He pressed two fingers to her head and suddenly, she was in the living room of somebody's house.
Olivia took in her surroundings, the boring red wallpaper with a horrible pattern, the dark oak brown wood, and the furniture. She looked around before her eyes landed on three men staring at her. Castiel just stood with his arms swinging by his sides as he watched the interaction.
Olivia took in all the men standing in front of her. One of them was tall, very tall, very well built, and had long for a boy, dark brown hair, with brown eyes to match. The one sat in the wheel chair next to him was old, with grey/brown hair and soft blue eyes. Olivia felt sorry for him the second she lay eyes on him. Then she looked to the last one. He was sort of tall, but not as tall as Big Green Giant over there. He had green eyes, and light brown hair, which was cut short.
He stepped forward.
"Cas, did you give the girl a little bit of warning before you whisked her off?" He asked, his voice deep. "I'm Dean-"
"Winchester. Yes, I've heard about you," Olivia cut him off. She looked at Big Green Giant. "You must be Sam Winchester, correct?"
Big Green nodded. "Who told you about us?"
"Oh, my dead best friend," Olivia said. She pointed to Dark Destroyer. "He killed her."
"Cas!" Dean exclaimed. "You aren't supposed to kill humans."
"She wasn't human," Dark Destroyer explained, "and you asked me to get you the girl. I got the girl for you."
Olivia finally had had enough. She had been shoved into a wall by angel, she had been traumatised by her best friend being a demon, and now she was stuck at a house with these people. No wonder she was about to snap.
"All right, enough! Okay! I've been manhandled by an angel called Zachariah, totally dickweed, by the way. Also, my best friend was a demon before Dark Destroyer over there killed her! Then I have to come here and listen to you all talk about what you think I am...what do you think hurts her..." Olivia crossed her arms and huffed. "I've had up to here! You wanna know what I am! I'm the Devil's daughter, okay? Me, Olivia Lily Dunne, is the daughter of the devil. Happy now?"
It took Olivia a moment before she realised what she had said...uh oh, she was in so deep shit now.