After Patrick's second nightmare, even though they were separated, Addie thought she should do something to help him. She went to see his father, but felt a little awkward as she stood outside Malachai and Helene's front door, hoping that it wouldn't be Malachai who answered, cause she wasn't quite prepared to speak to him yet. She breathed a sigh of relief when it was Helene that she saw and when they were sitting down, she said, "I need to talk to Malachai about Patrick. I think he's in some sort of trouble that's a result of his childhood. Maybe his father can help him."

"Maybe," Helene shrugged. "But they didn't part on the best of terms. What's the problem?"

"He's having nightmares about his mother," Addie replied. "Both times I've spent the night with him, I've been awakened by the sound of him tossing and turning and muttering to himself and this time, I heard him say 'Mom' too."

"Well, since all of Malachai's children were born from sperm donation, I don't know how Malachai could help you know about his mother, but you could ask," Helene suggested. Then she paused, a look coming over her face. "Wait a minute…if you've been in bed with Patrick, are you two together? Are you his girlfriend?" She hugged Addie so tight that she wasn't able to respond and then she seemed so happy that Addie felt she couldn't tell her that things were over with Patrick.

"I'm just so happy he finally found someone!" Helene was going on. "I think it will be good for him cause he's always seemed a bit lost to me. Don't you think?"

"Yeah," Addie nodded, smiling as she tried to stay enthusiastic. Helene was so excited that she didn't have the heart to correct her and say she and Patrick were over now. Or at the very least, on some sort of break until she could talk him out of it.

She stood staring at Helene's shining face for a few more awkward minutes and then cleared her throat. "So…Malachai," she got out. "Is he here?"

"Yeah, sorry," Helene nodded. "I was so happy at the thought of Patrick finally having someone that I got distracted."

"It's okay," Addie smiled. "It's nice to have a pleasant conversation with someone. I don't mind."

"Malachai's in the yard," Helene pointed. "You might have to tap him a few times to get his attention, but it shouldn't be too hard to talk to him."

"Thanks," Addie told her. She then went out into the yard where Malachai was tending to a small garden, his shirt soaked with sweat.

"Excuse me!" She called. "Can we talk?"

He turned and said, "Sure, just a minute!" He then stepped away from his plants and wiped his face and hair with a towel the best he could before he went to join her on the patio. "Sorry about how I look," he apologized. "I know I'm a mess."

"Oh, it's fine," Addie shook her head. "I've been around worse, trust me. Now, you might not want to talk about this cause Helene told me that things didn't end well between you and Patrick before he left, but he's having problems and I wondered if you could help me help him."

"You know, I would love to, but based on the way things played out between us before he left, I doubt he'd want my help," Malachai told her. "But I suppose I could try. What do you need from me?"

"Helene told me you might not know anything about this, but…can you tell me about his mother? Do you know anything about her?" Addie asked. "Cause nightmares about her have been troubling his sleep and it's really starting to worry me."

Malachai sighed. "That doesn't surprise me, poor boy. I probably shouldn't have chosen his mother to bear one of the coven members, but I was so desperate at that point to have children that I didn't really care."

Addie's jaw dropped. "Wait a minute. You actually saw Patrick's mother in person? He wasn't just the result of random sperm donation?"

"No," Malachai shook his head. "She and I were in a relationship. I knew she had had problems with drugs and alcohol in the past, but she was managing it all well, so I thought, 'This could work out'. But apparently, it didn't, since he's having nightmares of how things were after I left."

"Why did you leave if you thought his mother wouldn't be a good parent without you?" Addie questioned.

"Oh, I don't know," Malachai sighed. "I was selfish, I guess. Focused more on my goals rather than on my son. I left with he was just a toddler. I figured that way he wouldn't be attached to me and I wouldn't have to feel bad about moving on. At the very least, I should have taken him with me. Patty probably wouldn't have minded at all."

"Yeah," Addie nodded. "From the sound of things, I don't think she would have. But it's not gonna do anyone any good to think about what could have been. If you want to help him now, if you want to make up for what you did, now would be a good time."

"All right," Malachai promised her. "I'll try and do something for him, but like I told you, I don't know how likely it will be that he'll accept my help."

"Thank you for trying at least," Addie smiled. "I really think it'll do him some good."


Meanwhile, Todd, Caleb, and Percy were sitting in the living room and trying to figure out what to do with themselves.

"I hate not having powers," Percy huffed. "Doesn't give a person a lot to do, does it? Jill's lucky, she has a kid. What are we supposed to do with our time?"

"I bet you could think of something," Caleb said as he sorted through his gym bag. "I need to look for my phone. It's not in my bag, and I could swear I put it there."

Todd chuckled. "You lost your phone? That sucks, man. Maybe it fell out and you dropped it somewhere."

"Maybe," Caleb nodded. "That's a possibility."

"You and I should go out," Todd suggested to his brother. "Get some girls." He called to Jill who was taking advantage of Sophia napping to get some cereal. "If Caleb and I go out tonight, will we have any luck getting girls?"

Jill came out and looked at them, her eyes becoming blank as she stared straight ahead and her cereal bowl fell to the floor. "No," she said in a flat voice. "You will date a fairy, and Caleb, a wicked dark-haired woman has her eye on you."

This made Percy chuckle as he eyed Todd. "Did you hear her? She said you were gonna date a fairy! One of those little things with wings!"

"That's not true, she's making it up," Todd spat.

"No, I'm not!" Jill told him. "Didn't you see me wear my 'I'm having a vision' face?"

"But you can't be cause that would be considered a power…and none of us has powers anymore, remember?" Todd cried. "Just stop lying and go bother someone else. And whatever you're taking at night, drugs or alcohol or whatever, you should really stop."

"I'm not making it up!" Jill repeated. "You'll see. Just wait." She then sighed and used what power she had to clean up her cereal bowl and Todd frowned.

"Hey, that's not fair! How come you have powers and we don't?"

"I'm just lucky I guess," Jill told him with a shrug, watching as Sophia toddled into the room. She was wearing pajamas with unicorns on them and a curious expression. When her uncles noticed her, they stopped talking and watched her as if a wild animal had come among them.

"Hi!" the little girl smiled and waved. She stood studying them and made her way toward Percy, who sucked in his breath and tried to stay still.

"You know, she's still gonna see you even if you don't move," Jill told him. "And she's not gonna bite. Unless you make her mad, of course. And you wouldn't do that, would you, Percy?"

"No," Percy shook his head, wishing that Stephanie was around to back him up as the little girl tried to climb into his lap. "I just don't understand why it's always me. I mean, I was the one that Christian possessed to get close to you, and then out of all of us, I'm the one Sophia always wants to play with. Have you noticed that?" He then held Sophia for a few awkward seconds and then Jill took pity on her brother.

"Sophia, sweetie, Uncle Percy doesn't want to play now. Why don't you come play with Mommy instead?"

"No!" Sophia pouted and hugged Percy harder. "I want Uncle Percy!"

Jill tried to pull her off him and that gave them all a front row seat to the little girl's demon face. When she said she didn't want to be moved, she wasn't kidding.

"What the hell is that?" Todd asked, interest shining in his eyes.

Jill sighed. "Just her demon face. Happens when she gets mad or sad or has any other negative emotions. Happens to me too, thank you, Christian." She sighed.

Though Percy was nervous around his niece, Todd was not. Being told he was apparently going to be saddled with a fairy, whether it was true or not, made him feel somewhat less manly, and what better way to prove that that wasn't so then to bond with a dangerous demon child?

"You wanna be with me, Sophia?" He asked, walking over to Percy. "Why don't you come and sit in my lap instead?"

Sophia gave him a long hard look as if she was deciding if he was worthy or not. Finally she decided he was and held out her arms.

"Thank you," Percy said as Todd took Sophia away and he let out a breath. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," Todd told him. "You big baby."

"I'm not!" Percy cried. "Did you see her face?"

"Yes, but she doesn't look scary now, does she?" Todd asked as he tickled Sophia and she giggled.

"All right, things good here?" Jill asked. "You mind if I take a shower since Sophia seems to be comfy?"

"Sure, go shower," Todd nodded, "And if you have any more premonitions of me and the fairy, ignore them, okay?"

Jill shrugged. "You can't fight fate, Todd. If you're gonna be with a fairy, you're gonna be with a fairy. Accept it. It's much easier that way."

Percy then looked at Caleb, who was still rifling through his gym bag. "Still no phone?" He asked.

"No," Caleb huffed. "Apparently not. I guess I'll just have to look elsewhere in the house. And there's somewhere else it could be too, but I don't want to think about that."


By the next day, after thoroughly checking the house, Caleb still hadn't found his phone and it made him very upset.

"What's the problem?" Malachai asked. "It's just a phone. We can get you another one."

"You just don't get it," Caleb told him. "I thought I just lost it, but now I'm beginning to think I was right yesterday: what if she took it?"

"Who?" Malachai asked.

"Lilith," Caleb narrowed his eyes.

Just then the house phone rang. Malachai went to answer it and Caleb winced as he heard Malachai say, "So you're Lilith? Caleb was just talking about you! You have his phone? Sure, bring it right over." He came back into the kitchen, a grin on his face. "It seems like Lilith does have your phone, and she's gonna bring it right over. She sounds like a very nice girl, Caleb."

"She's not," Caleb snapped. "She's evil!"

"Well, we'll see about that when she gets here," Malachai told him. "And be nice to her."

"Fine," Caleb huffed. "But the second you meet her, you'll see why she's such a problem."


But when Malachai opened the door in response to Lilth's knock, he saw a pretty young woman in a red blouse and denim capri pants with her dark hair back in a ponytail, which showed her dark eyes off. "Hello," He said. "Come in, please."

"Thank you," Lilith told him as she stepped inside and looked around. "What a nice, comfortable home you have here. I like it."

"Thanks," Malachai grinned. "We do too. Why don't you sit down? Can I get you anything?"

"No, don't," Caleb told him. "She can't stay. She probably has just enough time to give me my phone and leave."

"Actually, I don't," Lilith said, keeping her gaze on Malachai. "I really wouldn't mind staying for a drink if you're offering, since you seem so nice. I wouldn't mind getting to know you a little better."

"All right, that's it," Caleb cried as he pulled Lilith to her feet. "You and I need to have a talk."

"Good," Lilith said as he pulled her after him. "Is someone a little jealous that I'm not paying attention to him?"

"No, I'm not!" Caleb shook his head. "I just want you to give me my phone and go away!"

"All right, here it is," she said and handed it to him. Then she grabbed something else out of her bag and started taking off her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Caleb asked.

"Just…cooling down," Lilith replied. Under her clothes, she wore plain white panties and a matching bra, but only for a moment. In her fist, she had a red lace bra and panties set which she changed into right in front of his eyes.

"You didn't have to put that on, you know," he told her, swallowing. "You could have stayed naked, if you wanted."

"Well, I only want that if you'll be naked with me," Lilith told him, pushing him to sit on his bed and straddling him. "Otherwise, what fun would that be?"

He gasped then he looked down and he was completely naked. "What in the hell?" He whispered.

"Sorry, did you want to do a little dance for me first?" Lilith asked. "You just seem like the sort of man who doesn't want to waste time? Am I right?"

"Yeah, I guess," Caleb nodded. "The second we do this, then you'll leave, right?"

"Not a very nice way to put it, but yes I will," Lilith nodded. "For now." They kissed for a little bit, slow, lingering ones. Then she moved from his lips to down his neck while running her hands over his bare chest. Then, when he was good and aroused, she got off him let him pull her underneath him and take her in his arms, slipping off her panties and bra and pushing into her over and over.

"You don't waste time, do you?" She asked. "Not that I mind." She gasped. "Oh, that was a good one! Deeper! Deeper!"

Caleb gritted his teeth. The sound of her voice was driving him nuts. Even the best orgasm in the world wasn't worth this. He pushed into her one last time and then quickly pulled out. "All right," he told her. "I'm done. You can leave now. You got what you came for and I got what you came for, so we're even."

"I should have expected it," Lilith sighed. "At least at this point. But things will change, I promise you." She winked. "Especially when you see the pictures I put in your phone. Just something to think about when I'm not here."

She left and when she was gone, Caleb went into his photos and found several of Lilith in provocative poses, naked as the day she was born. He licked his lips as he slowly looked over each one. He still hated her, that was for sure. But he had to admit he was pleased by the pictures. Not that she would ever know, of course. That would only happen over his dead body.