"They're afraid of you Frank!"

Jenny Mills did her best to reason with what used to be her ally, her friend. The demon that stood before her on the other side of the glass held no trace of the man Jenny once knew other than his body. His long mocha fingers did not curl around a pen to write up no good warrants to help further another supernatural investigation, instead it held a smith and western and threatened her life with it. The freedom fighter took in his entire state. His hands were red from holding onto his weapon so tight, Jenny knew that it was almost impossible for him to hit his target while he did so.

He paced back and forth impatiently. itching to kill her.

"Frank, just leave them be."

"I will find out where my family is one way OR ANOTHER!" Frank yelled as he gave the glass window a quick jab.

Jenny flinched. She dealt with many men with off the wall tempers before, but there was something about Frank that really chilled her. She was scared.

Although she held a snake filled head of a demon in her right hand, Jennifer Mills was afraid. She was afraid that she couldn't use it. She was afraid that she was too weak to harm a 'friend". She was afraid that she would be defeated. This all reminded her too much of her possession. It was too soon. Months had passed and it was still too soon. The hot wet tears she shed that day left dirty non existent track marks on her face. The trail of a struggle forever present.

"I'm gonna ask you one more time Jenny, where is my FAMILY?"

Jenny glanced down at the head in her hand. Could she do it? The snakes moved slowly as they hissed at the unknown person who held them as if they were curious. Her heart beat at an alarming rate as she stared defiantly at Frank. She would never give them up.

Frank smiled a crooked smile and left the room.

Jenny looked around clearly very confused. Thick ringlets of curls stuck to the side of her clammy face. What was he doing? Where did he go?

After just a few seconds she heard gunshots coming from her right. Apparently Frank was shooting at the lock.

"When the bell tolls Jenny, they will know that it's in their blood."

As if on cue the bell sounded off.

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And with that Frank entered the room.

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Macey lay on the floor of a cabin her mother brought her to. Something about danger, Macey didn't care to listen. There was always going to be danger. A fierce wave of energy consumed her body and she couldn't stop shaking. Her eyes darted to her trembling hands as she let out loud convulsive gasps. Her sobs were accompanied by fear and wonder. What's happening? How did I get here? Thoughts rang through her skull.

She felt a surge of heat in her body, small at first then it felt as if her entire being was engulfed in flames. Her throat ran dry with screams as her mind took her on a journey of being scorched by the flames that danced all around her. Its crimson and gold body formed rhythm and told a story in the shadows.

"Macey!" Cynthia yelled before opening the door. She had heard her child's piercing screams from where she sat by the fireplace. She was surprised to see that she lay on the floor shaking and crying.

Macey saw the flames dissipate leaving ashes everywhere. A thick gust of wind swept all of the ash up, forming a small tornado and she began flailing her arms trying to keep the ruins from swarming around her.

"Macey, what's the matter baby?" Cynthia knelt down on the side of her daughter who clearly had no clue of her presence. "Macey!" She yelled as she shook her. Her skin was hot to the touch.

The ashes wrapped around Macey forming a cloak on her. She closed her eyes tight trying to keep debris from entering. When she opened them she lay on hard ground surrounded in crisp fall leaves. There was someone in front of her. A woman. Her hair covered Macey's face.

Macey sat up and looked over to the woman beside her and realized that it was Abbie. A police officer that worked with her father, a friend of the family. She was fast asleep.

"Abbie!" Macey said as she shook her. Abbie woke with a start. Her wind blown hair tossed over her face as she looked around in panic.

"Macey? Wheres Katrina?" Abbie asked standing to her feet and dusting off her jeans. "Where are we?"

Macey looked up at Abbie, her big eyes contorted in confusion. "Who's Katrina? And I don't know. I only woke up a few seconds before you did." She watched as Abbie took a step back wishing she could join her in standing. Her fingers gripped the soil.

"We have to go." Abbie said and started to walk off. "Wait!" Macey yelled after Abbie. Coming to her senses that Macey was handicapped and that she was being insensitive she stopped in her tracks. "Where's your chair?" Abbie asked bending down in front of her with an apologetic smile. Macey hunched her shoulders.

"I don't know. I just woke up here." Macey said staring down at the ground. "Well, maybe." Abbie took hold of Macey's forearm and began pulling her up to a stand. "Stop! What are you doing? Stop!" Macey yelled struggling against Abbie. "Try Macey, come on" Abbie pleaded with the girl. Try? She was paralyzed! She hadn't stood up in years.

Macey stared up at the woman in front of her with tear filled eyes. Reluctantly she turned over to her side and then leaned onto her knee. Excitement came over and she rushed to stand up.

"See." Abbie said with a huge smile on her face. Macey looked down and saw her bare feet touching the leaves. She flexed her toes against them as tears welled in her eyes.

"Macey!" The voice boomed from the sky. Both Macey and Abbie turned their heads towards the white clouds. "Macey baby please!" Cynthia's voiced reigned. Macey looked towards Abbie and noticed that everything now seemed blurry. "Go macey find help!" Abbie's voice contorted around in Macey's head as she was pulled away from the foreign land.

All of a sudden Macey turned her head toward her mother.

Cynthia jumped back, crab walking away from her daughter. When she looked at her daughter it wasn't her beautiful brown eyes that she saw, instead she peered at all white saucers that held no sign of life. Was this happening again? Was Ancitif back? Just as quickly as they appeared they vanished, returning with the eyes of a 13 year old girl. Her girl, her daughter.

"Mom?" Macey said pushing herself up to a sitting position. "Something's wrong"