Hi! Thanks for all the support. Just saying. And I'm wondering how to check how many Story Alerts and Faves this story has… is there any way to check this? Please tell me! Despite my talent at writing, I really have no idea how to use this site. Plus it's completely understandable if you hate me after this chappie. You'll see why. Enjoy.

Blaine's Memory

-1913, his 17th birthday-

Sundown

I nearly ran home, tripping over the cobblestones and swerving to avoid the pedestrians smiling at me. They all knew. In a small town such as this, everyone knew everything. So as I knocked into a few people they just chuckled and brushed off their clothes understanding my unusual recklessness. I was usually calm, careful, and collected, forever dapper and polite. But not today.

I nearly sprinted up to the door of our house, slipping inside quietly as my father was probably sleeping. I never wanted to wake my father. I may have been the son he had always wanted, but even Mother couldn't stop him when he was drunk or hung over. My mother smiled at me, looking up from her knitting as she mouthed "Your sister's waiting for you out back." I grinned as she wasn't usually this nice to me either. Everything was going so well today.

I went back out the door, going around the small house to the garden out back that was so overgrown with ivy and weeds that we hardly ever dared venture into the thick growth. But a small thin path of blood-red candles wound their way into the forest that was just beyond our property, I discovered, as I focused on the ground to avoid tripping over roots and vines in the gathering darkness. I did not notice the gathering of figures until I came upon the scantily lit clearing (also with the strange colored candles- I assumed the red was celebratory) all covered in black robes.

I recognized my sister as she lowered her hood. She was in the middle of the gathering, her dark curls falling over her shoulders as she smiled. "Welcome Blaine, to your initiation. You get to play a very special part tonight!" she said, then laughed with the others. I could not see their faces in the shadows of their hoods, but I could sense their grins. I began to get uncomfortable. Rebecca walked over to me and proceeded to drag me to the center with her. The others fanned out until they were on the fringes of the trees, leaving Rebecca and me standing in the middle of the ring.

Six hooded figures broke ranks and placed candles at different points in the grass. They were taller and than the others but still the same ruddy color. Then my mother surprisingly appeared from the edge of trees, also in a robe, but hers matched the candles. "Mother?" I questioned, alarmed. She just smiled as she snapped her fingers. The candles lit instantly, but the color was wrong. It was dark… the color of blood. A sense of foreboding came upon me. All of these bad omens were sure to mean something. And how did Mother do that?

I let out an unconscious whimper as everything started to add up. I was alone in the forest with the two people who presumably hated me the most, both grinning evilly at me and one exhibiting signs of… of being a witch. I had not seen a witch trial in our small town, but I did know that they happened. "Now Blaine, do not be frightened, we will not hurt you. You needn't worry." my mother commanded, and who was I to disobey my mother? I immediately shut my mouth and my sister grimaced. "If only I could do that…" Rebecca muttered. "Patience my daughter. I shall teach you everything you know in time." she replied.

So my sister was being tutored in the way of witchcraft? I tried to protest, to scream for help, yet I found my mouth jammed. My mother had charmed my mouth shut! As the others started to chant in what I recognized to be Latin from my studious reading (though I did not understand), my mother pulled a long blade out of her sleeve. It was large and bright silver, symbols and runes etched into the hilt and steel. My eyes widened and I tried to wrench free of my sisters grasp who just held fast, yet her face reflected confusion.

"I thought you said we would not harm him?" she said anxiously. She may have been training in dark magic, but she was not ready to murder, to kill just yet. "Yes Rebecca, but a transformation this big requires a sacrifice." she replied, running her fingers along the blade as she advanced toward us. She began to shake. "But-but you promised! You said that you would teach me! I want to learn!" my sister begged, releasing me and backing away, but Mother said something that resembled gurgling and Rebecca froze in place.

I seemed frozen in place too as my mother made a quick slash with her knife; my sister's parting scream echoing in the night. "YOU PROMISED!" I gasped as my sister's body crumpled to the ground, my eyes stinging. We may not have been on the best of terms, but she was still my sister. My mother turned to me, gently fondling the now crimson blade as if it were a pet. "But you see Blaine- witches are not good at keeping promises." she laughed mirthlessly. Her eyes began to change from the hard hazel that opposed my warm orbs to a deep frightening black. She placed the knife in my hand and I felt a swirling coldness surround me.

"Now Blaine- free your inner soul. Go kill that sad excuse for a man that you call your father so that we may be free. When you were born, I placed a spell over you so that on your 17th birthday your body would be eligible for possession. Of course, not your normal possession, but the demon that chose you would become attached to your soul instead of your body, having complete control. That demon would also be at my disposal. So go now and murder. Sate your hunger, your lust for blood, and become a servant of the dark!" At her words, I fell to my knees, raising my head and opening my mouth in a silent scream.

I felt the frigid air fill my lungs. It seemed to coil around my heart, making everything freezing. And then suddenly I was burning. Burning so bad it felt like I was on fire. It felt like my flesh was being peeled away and I tried to welcome the black that was unconsciousness, but I was just pushed back into it, not completely fading. I felt like I was floating somewhere in the back of my mind where I found a dark black abyss. I heard a deep chuckle and then my common sense turned to dust and blew away with the wind.

Demon's POV

I rose to my feet, brushing the dirt off my pants and taking in my surroundings. I saw at least a dozen robed figures, probably Summoners, and a woman with dark black curls, which went down to her waist, and vivid black eyes that matched mine. Ah, so she was my witch. I smiled at her, taking note of the ancient knife in my hands, inspecting it as I walked forward. "Hello Blaine." she said pleasantly, as if she encountered demons like me every day. Maybe she did not realize her situation. Blaine. Such a nice name. For a nice boy, I realized, as I speed sifted through he memories. He was much too innocent for my taste. It made me weaker.

"Now, go kill your father." she commanded airily as if talking to a small child. How dare her. Who was she to boss a demon of my caliber and rank around? The witch was obviously inexperienced, as she would've called for a lesser creature to do her bidding if that was what she wanted. I wiped the tip of my finger along the flat side of the blade, gathering the Sacrifice's blood, as I came face to face with her. Her dark eyes met mine and I saw a spasm of fear shoot through her body. I grinned as I licked my finger, enjoying the taste of my sister's blood all too much.

Damn. The human was interfering with my thought process. And I knew it was her fault, that bitch. She picked too innocent a human. To have complete control, the Receiver had to be willing. This body certainly wasn't. He was forced into this. I growled at the witch, who merely shook her head, feigning confidence. "Ah ah, bad Blaine. Listen to Mother." "No." I replied, gripping the blade tighter in my hands. She was shocked. "You- you are not supposed to talk! You should-" "Be your willing, mindless servant? That is where you messed up. I am too powerful for you to handle." I cut her off, shoving the knife deep into her stomach.

The human still present in the back of my mind screamed in agony. Pity. He would soon grow used to the feel of killing. I would make him. The Summoners scattered, abandoning their leader in the second she showed weakness. I twisted, causing blood to gush out of her mouth in a waterfall of red. I removed the weapon from her body, leaving her lying in the clearing, knowing she would probably die. I focused on the scent of the nearest human, which happened to be my Receiver's father.

Oh well. Might as well kill who I was supposed to. I smiled to myself as Blaine sobbed in the back of my conscience. I cocked my head to the side as approached the house. I decided to lock everything prior to this moment away in the dark crevasse where I had remained dormant for almost two decades. I was not going back. I dispatched the man quickly, his screams fading within seconds of me ripping into his throat. The human stayed silent and attentive, not having any recollection of human memories. He assumed this was the way things were, and who was I to correct him? I would be manning the body from now on, after all.

But my hopes were dashed as the sun rose in the sky, brightly glaring in my eyes. I hissed as I felt my power receding. No! I wasn't going back! But I was pushed down back into the dark corner of Blaine's mind where I watched him take in his surroundings, including the body of a stranger, recalling how he shifted from creature to human and once again just assuming that's how things were. From then on he and I warred for possession, neither quite winning, but always killing and always feeling. That was the worst part of being a Shifter, as I decided to call it. The feeling. It got in the way. But we dealt with it. Because that's just how things were.

This time, the mist pulled away from me, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. I had killed my whole family, and then moved on. Why? Because I just "assumed that's how things were". Granted, they all hated me, but still… and who was this mysterious entity that shared my body? That held a part of my soul? It waited patiently, letting me process what I had just seen, felt, experienced. "Now do you believe me?" it said, sounding bored. I just nodded, beyond words. "Just so you know, my name is Tueur. So you stop calling me 'it'."

"Perfect. You're dazed, helpless. Leaves me the perfect window to, ah, escape." Tueur said jovially. I was too numb to register anything as the demon took over my body once again.

So… there. And special thanks to RyanReta, who is dutifully doodling a pic for my story. Just PM me the address and I'll post it in an AN. And again, if someone else wants to sketch up a pic of Tueur/Blaine or one of my OCs, feel free to, even if you suck. Or if they're sticks with a ball on top, colored outside the lines. I just want to say I have fanart! BTW, Tueur means "killer" or "murderer" in French. Or at least, that's what Word Translator says. RONICA OUT BITCHES!