Thank you all for the reviews and favoriting/following this story! Here is the next chapter. Again, I won't give much future details...but just letting everyone know again that this story is taken from an idea I came up with in my other fic. This will be AU(obviously) but this is my first story that is truly AU and changes the past events. So therefore, this fic is about Bela the hunter/thief. She's mostly a hunter who sometimes is still the 'purveyor of powerful occult objects' when she needs money or needs an object or something. Her choice, made clear at the end of this chapter or next, is where the AU takes off! :)

Here we go!

This is gonna go fast...skipping through Bela's past to get to the main story.

May 2002

Abigail left a building she'd just spent the past few hours in trying to start a new life. She was 18 now, this was her time. New identity, new passport...everything. No more Abigail, the name he'd picked out, giving her mother no choice except for her middle name, Rose, so she kept that. She'd taken her mother's name, partly. Isabela Rose Talbot, or Bela. It seemed fitting now. Bela wished she felt more happy, more free. However, the deal hanging over her head kept her from celebrating her new life.

Bela arrived in the States a few days later. She'd went back to her childhood home first and sold many of the possessions inside. The lawyers had asked her to sign the deed to the house, she refused. Told them to sell it. She wasn't going back there ever again. As soon as she got enough income from selling some of the paintings and art inside she got on a plane and left England.

6 months later:

On the outside, it might've looked like she was trying to move on. Bela couldn't though, so she sat in a library in Connecticut in a section of very old books on demon lore. She was doing as much research as she could on demon deals, and trying to see if there was any way out. She hadn't had much luck though. She was going to have to find another way. She needed more connections, she needed more than what she was finding in libraries and bookstores.

She found a small shop eventually, and headed in to pick up some items and books. The almost 19 year old had become quite resourceful in the last several months. What she hadn't expected was help.

Marcus Turner showed up in front of her desk one day, and started asking questions she wasn't sure she wanted to answer. She brushed him off at first, until he finally got her attention, asking her what she knew about demons. Moments later, she learned more than she'd expected. There were people who were hunters, of demons and more, and he was one of them. He told her if it was a demon she was after, he could help. And help he did.

1 Month Later:

"Seriously, I think I got it." She said, a bit sarcastic and a bit frustrated.

He sighed.

Bela stood with her gun aiming at the target set up for her.

"Again." He told her.

Bela took her shot, and hit it perfectly.

The hunter only slightly smiled. Bela knew that meant she'd done well though. Marcus didn't praise her often or celebrate her success. She liked that about him. She was learning to be confident, but she was always hardest on herself. No one would ever know that about her. She didn't want him to be soft with her, she needed tough, as much as one would think it'd be the opposite after all she'd been through. Maybe that was why, she'd never been coddled, and certainly wasn't expecting to be now.

"I still do not see how this will help me if guns won't stop demons."

"Trust me, you start poking around in the supernatural world to find your demon, you're gonna come across some other shit that ain't friendly honey. Not to mention just generally unfriendly people. Some of them's as bad as your demon."

Bela nodded. She knew that, of course. Maybe if she'd known how to take care of herself four years ago, she'd have been able to stop her father all on her own...or at least he'd have let her go. Too late now.

She was exhausted. She'd been at the shooting range for several hours perfecting her shot. They'd spent a few hours before that on self-defense training, as well as other weapons of Marcus' choosing. There were times when Marcus had to remind himself she as still just a kid. It was hard, the way she carried herself and the way she talked anyone would take her as a young woman of at least twenty-one, maybe older. Not eighteen. He had a good 13 years on her.

Four months later, Marcus sent her out on her first hunt. Told her it was a practice run for demons. Not only had she done great at the grunt work, but what she was good at was the background work. She was a quick learner in the art of talking to victims and their families, as well as getting information from cops. Maybe it was because she was a woman. She'd rather do the chatting and undercover work than the leg work anyhow. Granted, both were fun.

March 2003

She'd been on her own a few times since then. Marcus had taught her well, and the rest she'd perfected by herself. She'd grown accustomed to the supernatural lore. And she'd also came across names of other hunters. Her money from selling the house as well as the items inside it had allowed her to get most of what she'd ever need.

One night she'd come across an item of no use to her, or to many other hunters. So she sold it to some guy she'd met and he was very interested in it.

"What did you do that for?" Her mentor asked. He pretended to be annoyed with her, but really wasn't.

"One of these days my bank account is going to cease to exist if I continue buying all of this stuff to help me find a way out of my deal and am not replenishing it. That buyer paid 300,000 for it. You said you didn't need it. I needed the money, what's wrong with that?"

Marcus shook his head.

"Nothin' darling. Just be careful with that kinda stuff, people like that aren't trustworthy. Hell, most other hunters you meet ain't trustworthy."

She nodded in agreement.

"You look tired." He told her.

"I am. I am tired of not finding her. I'm down to 5 years left. It needs done, now.

"Don't show your desperation Bela. It'll only get you in trouble. We'll find her, you still have time."

She sighed.

"Really, because it's already been five years and that came fast. The next will too."

"I know, but she's a crossroads demon, she'll rear her ugly head soon enough, I promise. But you need more time."

So Marcus continued helping her, neither of them knowing in only a short month Bela would be left alone.

One month later

Bela had been on her own for a week when she came back to Marcus' apartment and found him dead. He had blood around his mouth and eyes. Bela wasn't sure what to do or who to call for him. She finally decided on a cover story and was about to call it in when she saw Lilith standing there. She didn't know it was her, with Lilith being in another body.

"Hi Abby. Remember me?"

Bela placed her hand on her gun. She knew it wouldn't do a damn thing, but she figured if she shot her enough times she'd have enough time to start an exorcism and convince the demonic bitch to give her life back.

"Part of the deal is that I can't hurt you. However, if you do try to get out of it, I can do whatever I want to you." Lilith stated.

"Why him? He didn't do anything."

Lilith nodded in agreement.

"No, he didn't. You did. No weasling your way out of this honey. You made the deal. Consider this a warning. Quit messing around with your deal, or next time it will be you."

Lilith disappeared. The young hunter closed her eyes tightly before opening them again. She made her way to Marcus and swiped her hand over his eyes to close them. She'd done this, she'd gotten him killed. He'd been helping her and this was what he got in return?

Bela had a choice...she could leave all this hunting behind and enjoy 5 years of her life, or she could keep fighting to get free. What she did know was that if she continued this fight, she was doing it alone. There was no use for anyone to die for her.