Chapter Fourteen
Third Person POV
Makayla listened as Greta instruct her on what she needed to do. "You've been given demon's blood ever since you were born. It's supposed to be worked into your system until you're eighteen. But, you're not eighteen yet. You've still got three months to go-" Greta explained, rambling a little. "What does this have to do with killing Lilith?" Makayla interrupted, confused.
"Quit interrupting!" Greta yelled, smacking Makayla upside the head with her cane. "Ow! Alright!" Makayla exclaimed, trying to defend herself by covering her head with her arms. "The demon blood in your system can't be activated until you're eighteen, but I know how to give it an early kick start. A small spell I learned in my early days as a witch. After saying this spell, the demon blood will be activated and...you'll become a demon yourself." Greta explained, pausing to let everything sink in.
Makayla looked at the old woman shocked. "You mean, if I don't activate it now, I'll still become a demon when I turn eighteen?" Makayla asked, her voice a little higher than normal. "That's only if you survive this and continue with the demon blood. There's a bit of a draw back if you do activate the demon blood early though." Greta answered, her voice sympathetic. "What kind of draw back?" Makayla asked skeptically.
"If you activate the demon blood, you'll be able to kill Lilith, but you'll only have enough time to rescue one other before more demons than you can handle on your own show up. Once I give you the spell, it's up to you to decide where you go form there. You need to decide if you are wiling to give up the life of a human and then, if you choose to give it up, you must decide who you want to save most." Greta explained.
Makayla looked sullen at hearing she'd only be able to save one person. She didn't know if she could decide who she wanted to save. There were so many things running through her mind that she didn't notice her great grandmother pulling a thick leather book out of nowhere and set it on a table that hadn't been there before.
Greta motioned for Makayla to look at the page she'd flipped to and recited off what the words said. After they were done, Greta shut the book and put it back wherever she'd gotten it from, the table disappearing as well. "Are you ready?" she asked, smiling at her great granddaughter. Makayla slowly nodded her head, not too sure of herself. "You'll do fine, dearie. I have faith in you." Greta told her, reaching out and giving Makayla's hand a light squeeze.
"Where are we?" Makayla asked suddenly, looking at the older woman. Greta let out a laugh and began walking back into the darkness. "This, dearie, is your subconscious. If you hadn't been knocked out, I would've never been able to gain access." Greta called before disappearing completely into the darkness. Makayla looked after where her great grandmother had gone and decided that if she wanted to get out of her own head, that would be the best way for her to go.
After what felt like hours of walking, Makayla smacked into a brick wall made of white bricks and a wooden door right in the center. Without thinking, Makayla reached out and twisted the knob.
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Makayla let out a groan as she felt consciousness take back control of her body and the lights from the ballroom invaded her pupils. "It's about time you rejoined us." Lilith said from the chair across her her. Looking around the room, she noticed that her entire family had been moved from their respective tables and were all gathered at one, still bound to their chairs.
Lilith stood up and carefully walked over to where Crowley's body was still slumped over. Looking down at the ground where Lilith was treading so lightly, Makayla saw what she'd seen in Greta's book that was called a Devil's Trap. "I've decided that as I kill you, I want this traitor to watch. And then he's next. Then of course your family, but they'll be mostly for fun." she explained, reaching over to one of the other tables and picking up the glass bottle that contained the red smoke.
Lilith carefully untwisted the top and ended up dropping it when the smoke rushed out of the jar and into Crowley's body. Crowley groaned and straightened himself up. Looking down at the ground, he caught sight of the Devil's Trap and sneered up at Lilith from his seat. "Hello, love. Didn't think I'd see you again after the Winchester's were done with you." Crowley mocked. "Don't mock me, Crowley. You are a traitor to your own kind and you will pay for what you've done." Lilith practically growled.
"I thought you'd be happy with what I've done. After all, you used to complain all the time about the orders that were given to you on behalf of Lucifer. You should be thanking me for having him thrown back in his cage." Crowley calmly said, his voice completely nonchalant. "You betrayed out father, traitor. And your punishment will be death. But not before we kill the little human you've become so fond of." Lilith countered, pulling a knife out of her pocket and pointing it at Makayla.
"Every drop of your blood that's gone into this human will be spilled and then you will be next." Lilith jeered, glancing over her shoulder at Crowley. Makayla didn't miss the look of panic that flashed in his eyes, but knew why he wasn't reacting the way he wanted to. He remained calm and looked back to Lilith. "What should I care if you kill one of my whores? If you mean to kill me then why bother with her?" he asked, smirking at the other demon.
Anger became evident on Lilith's face and she lowered her knife to turn back to Crowley. Makayla knew if she was going to anything, now would be the time.
A/N: See! I kept my promise! Now please R&R! I'd love to get this story to at least 50 reviews!