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Reunion

(Bella pov)

Since I have no fucking clue where the Cullen's live, we were forced to wait inside my childhood home.

After a call to Mr. Tall, Blonde, and Southern, the boys and I sat on the dusty furniture of my old living room. They told me about a few jobs in the area and how they were planning to take care of a ghost a few towns over. Apparently, seventeen teenager girls have offed themselves over the past twenty years; same way, same spot. Sam thinks a woman who died several years ago became active when some company started reconstruction on an old building. Since then, reports of flickering lights, cold spots, and sightings are sent in to the local police department regularly. Sam thinks the connection between the girls is heartbreak. All the girls were left for another woman by the men they loved. They were currently searching for the ghosts burial sight.

I was telling them about a drunk dream I had of Bobby and a nutcracker when I was interrupted by a knock on the door. It couldn't have been the blood fairies. I just called them. I know they are fast, but they live deep inside the woods. Sam and Dean stiffened at the sound. They came to the same conclusion I did. All three of us stared at the door.

If we were normal, we would open the door and not think twice about it. However, I am not normal. I am a hunter. I was raised and taught by the master hunter who rescued me from the werewolf that killed my mom and stepdad, John Winchester. My adopted brothers and I learned how to wield a vast array of weapons, create demon traps, and even read latin. We were trained in the art of killing the monsters that lurked in the shadows and stole the lives of the innocent. My brothers and I are a part of a secret society of warriors dedicated to saving the ignorant and slaying those that prey upon them.

I'm as far from normal as one could get.

I pulled out my gun and flicked off the safety. I noticed Dean doing the same thing from the corner of my eye. I crept towards the door, years of training kept my feet quiet. I peered through the peephole and sighed at the obvious mormons standing on my doorstep. Well, my late-father's doorstep.

Damn mormons!

I opened the door with a fake smile plastered on my face. Both men were of average build. They looked rather plain, but one had curly red hair and dark green eyes. The other had mousy brown hair and hazel eyes. The redhead grinned, "Hello, do you have time to talk about our lord and savior?"

"Oh, I could talk non-stop about him! However, Lucifer isn't exactly known as a knight-in-shining-armor. More like the fire-breathing dragon." The smiles melted off their faces and their eyes turned black. With a growl, they jumped towards me. With reflexes that only come from years of hunting, I shot the demons in the head with salt rounds and chanted the latin incantation that would send the fuckers back to hell. Black smoke shot out of their mouths and melted into the ground, leaving a charred wood in it's wake.

"Dean!Sam! Make yourselves useful and help me move the mormons!" The boys and I dragged the bodies inside. When I moved to shut the door, four familiar faces rushed up the steps. I waved my hand, inviting them in, and shut the door behind them. I led them into the living room. The blood fairies froze at the sight of the men laying on the floor. Jasper and Emmett shot me a questioning glance. Carlisle and fuckward looked appaled.

"Did you have to kill them?" Edward spat. Arrogant prick!

I growled at him. "Demons tend to ride their meat suits hard, asshole. Salt rounds don't kill, they just hurt like a bitch."

"Did you have to shoot them?!" Fuckward was yelling now.

"Demons tend to keep coming at you no matter how many bullets you put in them. They're funny that way. Salt rounds will give you a few seconds."

Emmett stared at the bodies. "Did you kill the demons?"

"No." Sam sighed, "She just sent them back to hell. Bella…"

"Why didn't you just kill them?" Emmett was glancing between the three of us. His ever present grin wasn't there.

"A salt round in the head makes them stop, but they pop back up within a minute." I answered honestly. "A demon can possess a body for an indefinite amount of time. It doesn't matter what state the body is in; diseased, broken, even death. As long as the demon is in the body before it's heart stops beating, they can keep it up and walking. Think of the human as a costume for demons."

Dean nodded, standing beside me. "We exercised one girl that we threw out of a six story window months before. When the demon was sent back to hell, she died of several broken bones. The demon was able to walk and fight with a broken spinal cord, ribs, and right femur."

Carlisle was listening intently. "So a demon cannot heal it's host?"

"No. I have fought quite a few demons over the years. I've seen some heal themselves instantly while others just ignore the wounds." I scratched the back of my head, contemplating previous fights. "I think it depends on the demon. Some would flaunt their power while others are more concerned with not getting snuffed by a hunter. Or it could be that power levels are involved. Crowley heals his meat suit, and I've never seen a lower demon heal themselves."

Hm… I'll investigate this further when I see Bobby.

Jasper shot me a smile. My lady parts flared with heat before I drop-kicked my inner slut into a box and duct taped it shut. "Why don't we get out of here. These demons might have back-up." Sam and Dean nodded at Jasper and grabbed their bags.

"What about the bodies?" Fuckward shouted.

I shrugged. "It's not like anyone comes in here."

Edward stared incredulously at me. I smirked at him and followed the boys, leaving him to his sulking. I enjoyed the sound of him stomping after us. I knew then that my stay in Forks would be anything but dull. I cackled with glee, plots involving slut-wear and lollipops dancing through my mind. Watch out, Eddie-boy! I'm going to make you squirm.

Okay, so I was finally struck by inspiration, but not much. I am calling out to my readers! If you have any suggestions for my stories, don't hesitate to PM me with them. I despise leaving stories unfinished and I want to make my readers happy.

Also, I got an interesting review from The Bizarre Bookworm. So you all love Demon stories? If you want me to write more, shoot me an idea and I'll do my best. Demon stories, Siren stories, Werewolf stories! let me know! Romance, Tragedy, Drink-Coffee-with-the-Lights-On Horror! Working on one-shots might help get my creative juices flowing. Or my lady juices. Depends on on the sexiness of the scene and/or characters. Mmm… Laxus…

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Anyone who can tell me where Laxus is from gets a glimpse into the future of a story of their choice. One of my stories, not someone elses.