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Getting home I decide to clean the house. It's usually always clean nowadays that I'm here so there's not much to clean. Eventually I decide to go for some ice cream and a walk in the park for some peace.

It's relaxing. I can hear the kids laughing and their mothers reprimanding them. It brings a smile to my face. To be honest I should feel like a creeper but I don't. I'm at peace taking in everything I'll never get to see, hear, feel, smell, and taste again. I wonder how long it will take me to forget all these things when I'm down there.

Like always, my moment is ruined when I feel the shift of air and that smell of sulfur.

"Hello Stiles." I hold back the shivers that his playful accent creates. I don't even have to look at him to know he has that cocky smirk on his face.

"I don't believe we've met…?"

"Crowley."

I still have yet to look at him however that doesn't stop the conversation. What's surprising is that I'm talking to this strange creep who happens to be, and I'm going on gut instinct, a demon all cool and collected. Where did spaz me go?

"Really? Crowley?"

"I suppose Stiles is any better?"

"Touché." Now to get serious. "Ok Crowley, can I help you with something?"

"Just came for a chat is all. How are you?"

Now I have to look at him if only to give him my bitch-face. To be frank I didn't expect him to laugh and laugh he does. "Well aside from the fact I'm going to get ripped to shreds in a few hours by Hells furry little angels and sent to Hell itself, just dandy."

"Ah a sense of humor! Hmm I rather like you Stiles." There's that damn smirk again. "It's a shame the fun ones have to go but it can't be helped. If I may, your mother is a complete bitch for what's she's done. Hell, even us demons have standards."

"Nice to know." I can't help the dry smile at that. "So where is my contract holder? And not to sound rude but why are you really here?"

He chuckles. "Well he's steering clear of me that's for sure. He's around though. Your soul is precious and he wouldn't want another demon snatching you now would he? As for why I'm here, you'll find out soon."

"I just have today so why not tell me now?"

"Because I don't have to"

"I'm going to assume you have a thing for the dramatics."

"You assume correctly." And with that, he's gone.

I hurry back home and for good reason as well. I have a name now. I race up to my room and glance at the clock.

1:52 pm

Turning on my computer I waste no time and start searching. Crowley. Let's see what I can find on you.

He shouldn't have told me his name. If there's one person who can find out all there is to know on him, it's me. But then again, he seemed like a big time player. Not to mention he said that my contract holder was 'steering clear' of him. Now the only reasons for that would be out of fear or rank. Quite possibly both of them. If this is the case, he had to of known that giving his name to me would be bad even if it's only a code name. Cause seriously, who names someone Crowley? From what I gathered throughout the years of research, it's a rather big victory if you can get a name out of a demon since they are rather secretive and protective of it. Their names are sacred to them since it can be used against them. With this being said it's obvious he knows I'm not dumb and that I know he knows. He gave me his name out of free will for a reason. Shit! Thinking back, he said that I'll find out soon and when I asked why he didn't just tell me right then and there, he said that he didn't have to. Apparently he really does like being dramatic and not to mention, a cryptic genius. So he gave me a starting point but why is he helping me? Is he even helping me? If this is some sort of trick to fill me with hope and then crush it, oh I am going to be so pissed. Whatever. If there's a chance I'm going to take it.

4:26 pm

Whoa.

And now I know what he wanted me to find.

The passage is from some journal that a hunter made throughout his life. He hunted things from ghosts to demons, to vampires to werewolves. It also said how to make an actual deal.

"There are only a couple ways to end a contract while being able to keep your soul with a Crossroads Demon. Trap it and threaten to kill it with the Colt, send it back to Hell by exorcising it or make it a better offer to keep your soul."

It's not enough for me. The only thing out of those I can do is make a better offer since I don't have this 'Colt' nor do I know how to exorcise a demon let alone trap one. But to make a better offer? How can I possibly make a better offer when my soul is already sold? This can't be it can-

Knock Knock Knock

Wasn't expecting anyone. Going downstairs I can't help but feel suspicious. No one comes over and actually knocks and use the door. Opening the door rather cautiously I am met by no one except a rather large box on the welcome mat with a note on top with the name Crowley scrawled on the front.

Grabbing it and hauling it to my room I feel a bit violated, like he was watching and waiting to see when I would find the passage. I sit down at my desk and open the note.

Stiles,

First off, there was something the other demon didn't tell you. Then deal your mother made wasn't exactly clear. The deal was that he had to cure her of her type of sickness. That you know but in the deal with you her words were, "If I live, then the child's soul is yours when he is ten years of age." The first part, he accomplished. What neither thought was that her body would succumb to a different form of cancer than the one she had before. The demon realized this although your mother didn't and therefore blamed it on you. It wasn't anyone's fault but her own body. Now the second part is where you come in. The deal need I remind you was that if she lived he could have your soul when you were ten. Obviously she died two years before. When he came to you saying he was giving you more time, it was a lie because he could not touch you. He is not abiding by the rules and must want your soul badly to do this. It don't know what he's planning and I am currently hunting him. He works for so if he does something wrong, it reflects on me, and I will NOT allow myself to be made a fool of. In the box are some things you'll need to help protect you until I catch him. I am not doing this out of kindness, though I'll admit I like you, I am doing it for my reputation.

Secondly, look for a tattoo symbol within the pages of the journal. Nothing else in it will help you since you cannot do any of those things. I just needed you to locate it online to find the symbol. Get it tattooed on your heart area. No ands, ifs, or buts. Do it if you want to increase your chances of living. To be honest it's just a precaution. So take care and try not to die for both our sakes.

-Crowley

P.S. Happy Birthday

How weird is it that a demon was the only one who wished me a happy birthday? My life has definitely gone beyond fucked up. Oh well, at least I'm eighteen so I can get the tattoo without any trouble and besides I've always wanted one. At least it looks cool too.

An hour and a half later, I walk back inside and start setting up all the hex bags, salt, and goofer dust Crowley left for me in the box. I leave a hex bag in my baby just in case I need to make a getaway. Checking everything several times I decide that I need to eat something. In the kitchen I feel at ease knowing that I have someone out there trying to help me even though they're doing it for themselves. The fact that it's a high ranking demon who's in charge of my contract or should I say void contract, is giving me hope to think that I won't die and I'll stay alive and get my shot at heaven is just utterly bizarre.

7:49 pm

The suspense of whether or not I'm going to get attacked come midnight is nerve-wrecking. Before Crowley came I was so sure I was going to die and now it could go either way.

Ding Dong

The doorbell knocks my train of thought out the window. Is it Crowley? It could be the other demon. Grabbing a handful of salt in my hand, I make my way to the door. Horrible thought. What if it's the other demon with hellhounds? God I hope not. Opening the door I'm highly surprised and scared when it's none other than a wolfed out Danny. Now to be honest, Danny and I were never close, before or after he joined the pack. I guess now I figured the reason why we weren't when he joined was the fact that the pack didn't think much of me therefore his wolf didn't acknowledge I was pack. He didn't act like everyone else, or at least not as bad. Danny has always been a good guy but still. Him being at my door wasn't something I would have anticipated. Blinking a few times, I look back at him and see it was another of my spaz episodes. He's not wolfed out but there's hesitance in his features. Probably my fear he smelled.

"Danny? What are you doing here?" I say while I casually throw the salt past him in the grass.

Raising an eyebrow at that but letting it go he enlightens me of his unexpected visit. "Just coming to check on you seeing as how we made you…uncomfortable back at the house." There's honesty when he's talking and if I'm guessing right a bit of fear and hope. Weird combination. "You are okay, right?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I start walking into the living room giving him the invitation to come in though he doesn't take it right away.

Hesitance? Where's he going with all this? "…When you left everyone started looking through your research. A page I looked at, said that the hellhounds could only be heard by their next target, which explains why Allison, Lydia and everyone else at school didn't hear it…" By this time I stop with my back facing him in the middle of the room. I hear his footsteps come closer indicating that he's in the room with me. I'm pretty sure he can hear my heart racing because I know he figured it out. He's just here for verification and my heart hammering in my chest is proving his theory correct. "But you did."