Cedar Springs Behavioral Health Hospital

"You ready?" I asked, leaned against the barbed wire fence. The moon shined brightly tonight. The werewolves must be partying.

"Yes," I heard Jackson whisper from behind.

"Let's do this." I stepped down the path towards the building. When we arrived, we zapped inside. Jackson looked up at a security camera, and it sparked. "Nice," I remarked, trotting down the hall. When we arrived at the main lobby, I snapped my fingers before the receptionist could freak. "Tell me what room the psychic girl is in." I demanded.

Her eyes were blank, but she finally spoke. "Oh... last room down the left..." she sounded whack.

"Thanks." Jackson and I took off. Reaching the last room, I checked the file info of the patient. Juliet E. Carlisle, it read. "Alright, Juliet. Let's see if it's your lucky night." I said, twisting the knob violently to open the door. As I entered, I saw the girl in the far corner of the room, cowering. "Juliet?" I called out to her.

"I don't want medicine!" She screeched at me.

"It's okay kid. I'm not here to give you anything but freedom, maybe." I explained. She looked up, and I could see her clearly. At first I thought she had the same hair color as Jackson—golden tan. But as I etched closer I saw that she was really a strawberry blondie. And her eyes were darker than Jackson's too, a more darker sapphire, a lot like Addy's.

"Freedom?" Juliet repeated.

"Maybe, I just need to see something first." I said.

"See what?" She asked me, eyes wide.

"Stand up, kid," I ordered. Slowly, she got up, but still was against the wall. "It's okay, now step forward." I instructed, stepping back.

After she did, I had to think. I heard Jackson come in. "She is an angel." He said right away, staring at Juliet. "Correction, she is a Nephilim like Carmen and Lyra. Half angel, half human."

How did he know? Oh well, not gonna ask. I could grin, "Bingo," I said. "Ready to get out of here?" I asked.

"Don't take me home... Mommy and Daddy are mad at me." she whispered.

"Well, you did burn your sister alive; luckily she's okay, and you blew up a house. Don't blame them for not understanding that you're an angel." I explained.

"Angel...?" She repeated.

"That's right sweetie," I smiled down at her. "You're an angel. Just like me."

She looked at Jackson, "Is he an angel too-?" She wondered.

"Nah, he's a demon. But it's okay." I told her.

"Where are we going?" Juliet asked.

"We've gotta prepare for a lot of bad things coming our way." I explained.

"Like what?" she asked.

"Like, bad demons, bad angels, and whatever else comes to us." I answered. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, yeah!" She gawked.

"Can you walk?" I asked then. She nodded, and I helped her up.

"We have to hurry." Jackson alerted, leading the way out.

"I'm not in the mood to whackjob anyone, so let's run." I moaned. And so we did.

Jackson now looked to the backseat, where Juliet was fast asleep, covered by a blanket of mine. He re-focused on driving, then looked at me. "I need to ask you something."

I nodded a little. "Sure?"

"When was the last time you fed?"

"...Last time I ate?"

"No... fed."

"What do you mean?"

"On demon blood."

I froze. "What-?"

"You don't have to hide anything from me Lynn. How long has it been?"

I sighed. "Haven't since I left Hell." I admitted. Oh yeah, something you should probably know. It's a little trait I inherited from Daddy Devil, ever since I jumped downstairs. I need—well not really need, more like ENJOY, demon blood. Yeah so I'm a vampire-demon-angel. Sue me. "Why are you asking?" I asked.

He sighed, and pulled over to the side of the road. "Another reason that Lucifer created me and sent me up here... was to supply you whenever needed."

"Are you saying you're also here so I can have your blood?" I realized.

"Yes," his face fell a tad bit.

I scowled. "You aren't my consort," I decided.

"Lynn, I was made to be," Jackson argued.

"Can we not talk about this now? Just... drive." I looked out the window.

"Yes," he started off again down the road.

"I'm hungry..."

The both of us jerked back to see the five year old Juliet, awake and alert, staring at us with big dark sapphire eyes.

"You're hungry, huh?" I repeated. She nodded. "Alright," I looked back to the front. "Stop at the Wal-Mart." I told Jackson, who nodded intently, pulling into the parking lot. When he turned the car off, we all got out. "Hold on Juliet..." I said. We were under a streetlight, so I had a pretty good view.

Her strawberry blonde hair was real scraggly, since she was sleeping. And her clothes made her look like she really was a mental patient. She was wearing wool-gray pants and shirt, and it looked bad.

"What?" She said, looking at me in wonder. I snapped my fingers, making my trunk pop open. "Whoa!" Juliet gasped. I reached for my red-black suitcase, unzipped it, and browsed for my brush.

"Come here." I called her over as I pulled out an extra hair tie, then—

I noticed that all of Carmen and Lyra's things were gone, as I closed the trunk. The hell? I picked the girl up and placed her on the trunk. "We'll get you some new clothes, and some snacks." I explained as I ran the comb through her thick hair.

"Okay," she said quietly, looking at her white shoes. "Can I get new shoes?" She asked.

"Yep," I finished brushing, and then put her hair up in a cute ponytail. I helped her down, and the three of us went inside. Jackson handed me a handful of twenty dollar bills. "Cool, thanks." I said, stuffing the cash in my pocket.

"Will I get to see my mommy and daddy?" Juliet asked as we entered inside.

"I don't know yet sweetie," I admitted. "We'll see," then, "What city are we in?" I asked.

"Fountain, Colorado." Jackson explained.

"Okay," I lead the group over to the clothes. Didn't I have some cousins that live here-?

Lyra, you there? I waited.

Lyra? Carmen? Can you hear me? I'm sorry okay? Jackson and I got the little girl, she's a Nephilim for sure. But she's scared. We have her with us now, but I don't know for how long. Please guys, come back soon.

Jackson left to go find a suitcase for Juliet, so I could get her 'girly stuff'. "Lynn?" Juliet said.

"Yeah?" I said back.

"You're really nice."

I snorted, "Trust me girl—I'm not." I reassured.

"Why not?" She asked.

I shrugged, "I've lived a tough life, it kills you to be soft." I explained.

Not understanding, she clutched the cart, "Can we get food now?" She wondered.

"Yep, let's roll." I pushed the cart forward. I saw Jackson appear finally, and went with us. Reaching the food, we swooped through every aisle and grabbed whatever non-fridgerated foods we wanted.

About fifteen minutes later, we zipped through the checkout, and then we were done restocking. "Lynn?" Juliet took my hand.

"Yeah?" I looked down.

She pointed over to the bathrooms.

"Oh," I pulled out an outfit from one of the bags. "Can you put all this stuff in the car?" I asked Jackson. He nodded, and took off.

Returning from the bathroom, Juliet, in her new clothes, a dark red shirt and jeans, clenched my hand and made me run back outside.

We arrived at the car, and I hooked her up with some snacks. "Yummy." She said, cramming down a packet of fruit snacks.

"Ah," I sighed, "I'm ready to crash." I leaned back and closed my eyes.

Jackson drove off.