A/N: Wow, it's been a while. ^=^ Sorry! heheh... Yeah, school's been hectic, but summer comes in three days!! XD I can't WAIT! More writing, less listening to people speak! :) So, I kind of forgot where I was going with this, but I think this is going to be epic. So... read on.

Disclaimer: S. M. gets the vamps- I get the De'enan and the witches! *super pose* And yummy alexander/thanatos... (:d lol...

Edward's POV (of course :))

The room was loud and dark. Strange noises sounded out from behind closed doors, and the whole place looked shady. Cigarette smoke cloaked the corridor, and long, wine red curtains blanketed the walls like tapestries. The floors were covered in small Persian rugs and a heavily made up woman was talking in rapid-fire French.

"What do you think you're doing, Trixie? That man is waiting…"

We looked at Kali. She shrugged with a grin. "It was a brothel. I needed some entertainment."

And it was, shockingly. Kali was wearing the most clothes, in a petticoat and a black corset.

"Why are we watching this?" I asked awkwardly, glancing away from the screen. Kali snorted.

"Don't worry, kiddies. There's nothing over pg-13. Pinky-pwomise?" She raised her hands in surrender as Alexander glared at her. "Okay, okay. Moving on. Dang it, you guys made me lose my concentration…" The screen flickered back on and we watched in third person as she entered another inconspicuous room in the brothel.

"So you're the one they sent me." The rumpled, scrawny old man eyed Kali speculatively. "Well, come closer, deary."

His tie was already undone, and his glasses were skewed. As he tried to walk towards the bed, his drunkenness caused him to stumble. His thinning, wiry gray hair stood up in tufts as he looked at her.

"Huh. You were… waiting?" Kali was trying too hard. Sweat beaded on her upper lip as she walked slowly, cooly to the desk he had been leaning against. "What else were you doing today?"

"No no… nothing you'd understand, you being a… nothing you'd understand, girly, deary. Come, come closer, I won't bite…"

"No? I don't think you will." With an almost invisible movement, she strung him up by his tie, pulling either side taught. "So, Mr. Wicked. How about a confession?"

The man chuckled breathlessly. "Is this the other package? I didn't ask for this-"

She pulled on the tie again to silence him. Silently, she reached into a pocket on her petticoat and pulled out a silver colored dust. Turning him to face her, she blew the fistful into his face.

He screamed, reaching hands up to a blistering face. She smiled grimly as he writhed, still leashed by the tie.

"Silver-iron powder. It was a mix," she whispered, bringing her face down to his ear. "Which one hurt more, demon?"

"What do you want, maga?" he spat, drunkenness gone.

"Answers." She took out another handful of the silver dust and pointed towards the chair. She looped the tie through the back of it and secured his hands, ripping threads from the bottom of her skirt to tie his feet. They were laced with a silver thread.

"You are De'enan?" The demon didn't answer, spitting at her feet. She slowly sprinkled some of the dust across his feet, moving up his legs as his flesh sizzled and burnt. "Answer me…"

"Yes!" it roared, striving against it's bonds. "But that won't help you when they come for you."

"How."

It froze. "What?"

"How do I stop them. Tell me, and I'll let you go. I won't chase you. Yet."She had her head bowed, elbows on her knees, but now she looked up at him, eyes glinting yellow in the dim lights. "Tell me how."

The creature began to laugh. It's chuckle was darker than the midnight skies outside the doors, deeper than the shadows and the twisted stories inside the brothel. Without a word, Kali slapped him.

"You can't," it said softly, twisting it's head around slowly. "You can only die, or Become. Everybody Becomes."

She stood up. "I won't."

"There is only one who can beat the De'enan. And I very much doubt that you are that one."

"Who is it?" she asked, bringing her face close to his. The ends of her hair withered as he breathed on her.

"Conficia masca. The cursed witch. The one who can hold no home. She is the only one who can maim, possibly kill, any of the De'enan." Hell-light danced in the demon-man's eyes, sending Kali back a few paces. He ripped out of his bonds as green-black bat wings ripped out of his back. His human skin fell away like liquid as leathery, green lizard skin covered his body, bulging under malformed muscles. He growled at Kali, running a scarlet tongue over blackened teeth. "I wonder. Do you… taste like a cursed witch?"

Kali fell back a few steps, fear darkening her features.

She was standing right next to me, the girl in the pictures, but I couldn't look. There was always that possibility that she was all imagination, and if I watched her die, she would disappear forever.