I wrote this very fast, so I might update it again if I realize that I hate it by tomorrow. Hope you don't mind too much. There might also be more mistakes in it than usually, but I didn't want to take more time until updating. I'll correct the mistakes eventually, but you will just have to deal with them for now (* sorry *)...

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I had known it in advance. The "plan" didn't work out. I mean, it shouldn't have surprised me when just about everything went wrong. But it still did.

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"It" felt us coming. And it was prepared. First there were the dogs. Huge black beasts with nasty-looking teeth that started barking as soon as we neared the house. Then the alarm went off – as if we were bloody beginners in the business – although Dean was absolutely sure he had disabled it before opening the window. Next we couldn't find the book, although we both remembered the shelf Barring had placed it on. But, big surprise, Matt Barring had taken it to bed with him – a book bound in human skin, yuck – probably to "have a closer look at it", I guessed. Anyway, very soon after the alarm had started, he appeared in the door with one hand pressing his "precious" against his chest and holding a rifle in his other hand.

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"What the hell are you doing here?", he wanted to know, pointing his rifle alternately at Dean and at me. When I smelled the stench of the book, I knew that he wouldn't let it go if we asked him. "We have to have a look at the book." Dean answered. "It's terribly important and we didn't want you to have a chance of shutting the door in our faces, so we decided to come in secretly."

"Well, you should have called, because now I AM shutting the door in your face.", Barring said.

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One glance at Dean told me what he was planning. I tried to warn him, but he didn't even look at me. "No, you're not." He said and made a step towards Barring. Barring stepped back and lifted his rifle at Dean's face. Next moment Dean had both hands on the book and his head down while he kicked against Barring's legs to make him loose his balance.

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It probably would have worked if there hadn't been the curse from the book that protected the idiot Barring. Barring didn't losen his grip on the book but took Dean down with him. The rifle went off but I couldn't tell whether anyone was hit.

Anyway, luck seemed to have left Barring since he went down for some seconds and loosened his grip on the book when Dean hit him with a blow to his chin.

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"Lily, hold this." Dean said and threw the book into my hands before he turned back to the fight. Behind him, Matt Barring started getting up again.

So I had no choice - I had to catch. The human leather of the cover seemed to burn in my hands. And the next moment everything went black.

I fell on my knees, but it felt as if I fell down for miles and into a bottomless pit. Suddenly the fall ended and I landed in a black mass. It felt a bit like molasses that was strangely alive, and it was everywhere, trying to creep into my nose and mouth. I coughed and sneezed and tried not to swallow.

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I saw my father standing in the middle of the black mass in front of me, but he wasn't really "standing" there. Because instead of his legs and feet there were strange tentacles going down from his body and disappearing into the molasses. His face looked different too, now. He had features of something that you would find in the deepest part of an ocean and in your darkest nightmares and I felt that not only his appearance, but his entire being had changed. My mind refused to accept it, but deep inside I realized that the father I had known was forever gone.

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My father had changed into a creature so horrible and disgusting that words didn't seem enough to describe what he was now.

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"Enna, come to us", he said with a voice that vibrated somewhere deep in my head and made my vision faint. "Your mother and your brother are here, too. We need your help, Enna. You must come and help us."

I was terrified. I wanted to help him, I wanted to save my family. But I was afraid of what my father had become – afraid that this thing wanted to change me, too. And somehow I knew that this was exactly what my father wanted. "No." I said. "I can't." This was when my father's voice changed from pleadingly to angry. "You can't let us die here, Enna!" He started shouting like he did when he found out that I'd read in the book. "It's your duty to stick to your family and save them. Don't let us down." "I don't think I can save you by becoming what you are." I answered but my father didn't listen. He alternately blamed me for starting everything with my curiousity, for letting the evil escape from the book and then accused me for being too selfish to do him this little favour. I felt tears running down my face as I cried out of sadness. I covered my ears and tried not to listen. It didn't work.

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Suddenly his voice faded and another voice became louder.

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"Lily. Wake up, Lily. Are you ok?"

Dean. I felt his hands on my shoulders, he was shaking me.

I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. The whispering had started again. The voices were talking in my head again. Only that now they were much louder than before. "Enna, it is, right?" They were mocking me. "Thought you could hide from us. Thought we wouldn't find you. But you will help us now, Enna."

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Suddenly I could open my eyes. Dean poured alcohol over the book that was lying on the ground. Then I smelled the smell of fire as he lightened a match. "You will get up and take the book from him. You will obey us." The voices sounded panicky now. "You can't escape from your destiny, so don't even try."

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It took almost all my strength to ignore them and stay where I was.

But I knew, if I got up now, I'd be lost forever. The voices started crying in my mind, piercingly shrill and loud and I cringed under the pain in my head, but I stayed where I was. Finally I must have blackened out, since when I woke up again, I was in the passenger seat of the impala and Dean was driving us back to the motel. The voices were still there in my head, but they kept silent as if they knew they had lost the fight.

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"What happened to Matt Barring?" I asked after I had watched Dean driving for a while. Dean pressed his lips together and didn't answer.

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"I'll tell you if you tell me what the hell happened to you out there." He finally said in an icy voice. "And don't even THINK about feeding me lies."

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I knew he had a right to know. I mean, he had saved me. But even if I wanted to, I didn't know how to tell him. Words didn't seem enough to describe this thing that had taken my father. And there were certainly no words to describe the horror I felt when I remembered what I had seen or thought about what I might become if it got me too. How could I make him understand the evil I had felt there?

"I'll tell you what happened." I said in a thin voice. "Maybe tonight. But I can't talk about it right now." Dean nodded as if he had expected this. He concentrated on the road and didn't even look at me.

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Somehow this made me feel more alone than ever.

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