When everything calmed down some and the boys managed to let Sebastien rest in one of the spare bedrooms, everyone figured they could talk about the demon situation with no interruptions.

That's until the doorbell rang.

"Who the hell could that be? Patrick's already here, and there's not that many people we hang out with..." Jeff wondered, going to open the door.

He didn't expect to find an absolutely hysterical AJ on the other side of the door, clutching a photo album as tightly as she could, as though her life depended on it.

He could tell from the makeup that she had on that she was covering bruises, the vampire's usually dark circles under her eyes were even darker now, although the pale foundation tried to blend against that fact.

"Adeline...what's gotten into you? You just look like-" he started, but she walked right past him, looking for somebody else.

Looking around the room, she sniffled and wiped at her puffy eyes, tossing the photo album to an unoccupied spot of furniture.

"Wh-where's Seb? I...I need to t-talk to h-him."

The guys all exchanged glances before Chuck walked forward and put a hand on her shoulder.

"AJ, why don't you sit down, okay? I know you're not going to want to hear this, but Amelia isn't Amelia - she's a demon, who showed up at our show tonight." he started, guiding her to a chair that she all but collapsed into.

"Don't even talk to me about demons...I've never...it's...I don't know him anymore...I just...four years we've been married and I just..." she trailed off, trying to keep from crying again.

"What happened? Can't be worse than what happened to Sebastien," Patrick chimed in, realizing he didn't actually know the girl that had just walked in.

"Who you thought was Amelia had only been his lover, and even then I don't think she really cared as to which front she put up. I just. Things with her are bad enough, but - William's not William, either. I've never seen him this mad over me just being gone a few days. He came home unexpectedly after saying he'd be gone for a few days, and just. He's NEVER like that! Or atleast, the real one isn't."

"He's a demon too, we learned that the hard way. Is that way you're crying? Did he-"

"He's a Dandie at heart - a gentleman. They're taught never to take out anger or negative emotion towards a lady. Whoever came home today instead of him clearly didn't have those same values. I got tossed around a bit," she admitted, trying to smile.

"How much is a bi-" David started, before she shrugged, "If I take off my makeup and get in the shower, you'll see how much fun a demon thinks they can have with a vampire. I've been told most of the marks won't heal just because they're inflicted by a demon, Orion, or so he calls himself, wanted to make sure I was miserable. Right before he left, he said something about Seb, which is why I raced over here. I grabbed the photo album to remind me of the good times - it's got concert photos of you guys, TAI and MCR, and then some shots of Amelia and I as kids...but please tell me he's okay..."

"Well, sounds like you kind of know what's going on - like you, the demon that took Amelia's form decided to start a fight, and...well, she hurt him pretty badly. He's not dead, but he's resting, it's best we let him. Like you said, it doesn't look like the scar left from the wound is going to heal correctly, meaning it won't fade, even with an experienced waterbender like myself working with them," Chuck explained, before Bob cut in from across the room.

"So you said there were demons, you didn't say one had taken the form of William Beckett." he stated, resentment evident in his tone.

"Demons are demons that need to assume corporeal forms, what does it matter whose appearance they take?" David asked, confused.

"Because when a demon possess a body, they gain the ability to control the unconscious mind of their host and can even drive them to doing things they wouldn't normally do. In many cases, the host appears to 'black-out' and will not remember the demon having manipulated their emotions and actions."

"Yeah, that's what the one that looked like Amelia said, about the blacking out."

"NO!" AJ cried suddenly, clamping her hands over her ears, finding everything suddenly too difficult to deal with.

"What's wrong with-"

"No. No. That CAN'T be why! It CAN'T!" she continued, adjusting how she sat, curling herself up as best she could, head ready to explode.

"He..he...about a week after I got home from being over here, William just...I could tell things were different...and you know, long nights usually are fine and lovely and all, but this time - he...I saw a side of him I never wanna see again. He's never taken that much blood before, and he usually knows when rough is too rough. But with what you just said...it wasn't him doing that, it was the demon! No wonder he looked so confused when I laid there just clinging to him...and if you don't mind, if you'd let me, I'd like to go see him. Please?" she asked, and all of the guys looked at each other, shrugging.

"Just don't stress him out."

She nodded, taking off to the room one of the guys had pointed towards, the conversation about demons being resumed in her wake.

Tiptoeing into the room and shutting the door behind her, she inwardly sighed – to think doing this same thing after the movie a month ago had led to all the trouble they were in now.

He seemed to be sleeping, and as much as she knew she'd probably wake him up if she did what she was going to do, she didn't care.

Climbing into the bed, she tried to be quick; and weaseling herself into his arms, she managed to get comfortable.

Feeling accomplished, she grinned, and then yelped as his arms moved to pull her closer; his lips moving to her ear, lightly biting at it, being careful to avoid her cartilage piercing.

"Mhm, what happened to you resting? The guys said that demon did a number on you…"

He laughed, warm breath against her skin, she tilted her head back to rub her hair against his face, giggling.

"And she did, too. Turn around, get a good look. It'll never fade away."

She turned in his arms, sitting up as he pulled the covers back, one hand reaching to turn on the side table lamp.

Seeing the scars, she gasped – they were nothing but jagged claws marks across his chest, although the initial wounds had healed.

"How'd- why'd-that's not-" she stumbled, unsure of what to say until he took one of her hands and lifted it, setting her fingertips against the marred skin, letting the tender moment be to allow them to bond further.

She exhaled, collapsing into him, tears starting to fall at the realization she probably was lucky to be seeing him at all.

"Hey…hey…I'm okay, sweetheart. I'm fine, really. Just look a little different now, it doesn't hurt or anything!"

"Y-yeah b-but…it just means we're the lucky ones…" she sniffled, sitting back up to pull her shirt off, knowing exactly what he'd pay attention to.

The taupe lace adorned aerie bra she wore didn't even register as her looked at her – it was the deep bruises decorating her skin that did.

Her shoulders and abdomen were covered with them, and her sides were scratched up, bite marks here and there.

She shuddered, pulling her shirt back on.

"See? It's not just you…William's got a demon, I learned that the hard way. That's why I'm like this – I have more makeup on my face to hide the black eyes then I've ever had before, even counting dances."

Sebastien sighed, motioning for her to lie down again.

"We'll be okay, there's got to be a way to get rid of them. Tonight, once I feel like I can move again – we'll get you in the shower, clean you up. I know time is what heals bruises best, but maybe if you feed from me that'd speed it up."

Her eyes widened, not once had she thought of drinking his blood, she hadn't even thought of biting him.

"I can't- that'd be- you just can't drink my blood, otherwise we're both turned. And I mean, yeah, that shower sounds alright…but only if you join me this time," she added with a crooked smile.

He rolled his eyes.

"Oh hush. And yeah – why not?"

She twisted in his arms to kiss him, one hand resting against the scars, knowing that no matter how he looked, it wouldn't change how she felt about him.

When she finally thought to go out and leave him be like the guys had suggested, she could still hear the others talking about everything that had happened earlier.

"That makes sense. Now Chuck, you said there were two demons and it sounded like one is called Orion. What was the name of the other demon?" Bob asked, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer

"The other one was his sister and her name was Illshya."

Bob cussed out loud. "That is not good. I've heard legends about Illshya and Orion. They are brother and sister though they rule over opposite domains, he the sky and she the depths of Hell. Both of them are part of what is known as the 12 Great Demons, beings who ruled the Earth long before mortals ever walked. The fact that they have taken an interest in your affairs is pretty bad. Did they happen to mention why they were here?"

"Something about Illshya wanting revenge on Beckett for killing her host after he made a deal with her back in the 1800s. Do you know a lot about the demons?" Pierre asked

Bob shook his head. "I only know a little bit, and even then, it's just legends. Whatever they are here for, it's not a good thing, and you're going to need all the help you can if we want things to return to normal."

"YES! That's all I want. I just want life to go back to how it used to be," AJ piped up and Bob turned to look at her.

"It's funny that you should mention normal, AJ. The fact that you're even here isn't normal. The last time we met, if my memory serves me right, you were still a Dandie and you actually looked down on everyone here. Now it sounds like you've been here before to visit. What made you change your mind?" Bob questioned

"Oh, it's nothing. I just wanted to get away and I figured that Canada seemed like a nice place to go. Besides, the guys already knew me," she replied, not meeting Bob's eyes.

"Mhmm, okay, and so you just happened to pick the people who were closest to Amelia? You couldn't have gone to visit any of your other friends?" he asked as he stood up and walked towards AJ

"Well, they were all busy and…"

"And your husband just happened to be okay with this?" he asked as he knelt down in front of AJ

"We just had a fight. I didn't know where else to go."

"A likely story, but I can tell that you're lying. Let's have a little look inside that head of yours. Let's see what else you aren't telling me," Bob said as he raised his wand.

Before anyone could intervene, Bob said the incantation "Legilimens" and instantly, he was flooded with AJ's memories, all of them. Easily navigating through AJ's mind, he saw everything that had happened when she came to visit Simple Plan in Montreal the first time, and he was absolutely disgusted. He released her from the spell and he was angry. His hands began shaking as he glared daggers at AJ. It was silent in the room as Bob tried to contain his anger. It wasn't working though, because everyone could sense a change in the energy in the room as lights began to surge.

"You little whore. You goddamned fucking WHORE! I can't fucking BELIEVE what I just saw. To think that you would try and take advantage of Sebastien's grief like that by acting like Amelia did, and then to completely coat the wound with salt and lemon juice, you go ahead and fuck him. I can't fucking believe you! You are a complete disgrace and I absolutely loathe you right now. Actually, words can't even describe how much I absolutely hate you right now. You deserve nothing more than to rot in the depths of hell for all eternity. To think that you and Sebastien would do that, you might have been better just spitting on Amelia's grave, you bitch!" Bob exclaimed as one of the lights in the kitchen exploded.

"Bob, I think you just need to calm down," Chuck said.

"No, no, I think this is good for him! He never really liked me, anyway, so by all means, let me have it, Robert! Let's see what you can do!" AJ challenged as she felt the overwhelming urge to change come over her.

Bob looked at her and raised his wand. "You're right, I never did like you! You've always been a spoiled little bitch who never cared for anyone other than herself. You are the lowest of the low and I can't believe that you would ever do something so disrespectful to Amelia's memory! It's like you didn't even care. I wonder, do you really even miss her, or are you just playing a part?"

"I'll show you who's playing a part!" AJ declared and she allowed herself to transform into her new wolf-like form, snarling with a paw on her hip, if only to show she'd become completely comfortable with it.

Bob actually smiled. "Oh, I see what happened here. While you two were getting down and dirty, he actually bit you and now you're something like a hybrid! Wow, you guys certainly made a mess of things, didn't you?"

AJ growled and swiped at Bob with a clawed hand. Bob easily dodged it and began unleashing a barrage of spells at AJ, who, although she was fast, wasn't quite quick enough to dodge all of them. She fell to the ground in a heap as Bob stood over her.

"Enjoy the rest of your life in hell, bitch. Avada - "

Before he could complete the rest of the Killing Curse, something came barreling into Bob from the side, knocking the breath out of him. Sebastien was on top of him, his teeth bared.

"Aww, getting all protective because I spooked your little lover? You don't scare me!" Bob declared as he blasted Sebastien off of him with a spell. As he turned to face AJ again, he was hit from behind by Patrick, who used a powerful Stunning Spell to render Bob unconscious.