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Here's the next chapter, get some of Evelyn's background in this one. I hope you enjoy :)

Chapter Fourteen.

Another dream.

Hadn't I had enough tonight? All of them consisting of Vala hurting Ethan, in the same places but in eerily different ways.

But this dream was different. This was not a demon controlled dream. This was my own personal nightmare. One I had all the time. I hadn't had it recently, due to the fact I haven't really been sleeping because of the demon that haunts my home.

I didn't want to dream this dream, but I couldn't wake myself up. I never can. I have to play it through to the very end, to watch the most horrific thing that has ever happened to me, over and over again.

One of the most horrible things is that I'm not able to move, I'm forced to stand and watch my nightmare before my eyes. I know it off by heart now.

One... Two... Three, and cue younger me.

Eight year old me skips down the stairs, blonde hair flowing behind her, unaware of the horror that's about to happen. She can't see me standing here, it's like watching a movie. All I can do is stand frozen and watch.

She was looking for dad, we were playing hide and seek. She stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked to her left and to her right.

Young me couldn't decide where to look first, where would he have hid?

I, now, as I stood frozen in my spot, wished I could tell her to go back upstairs, check up there again, just to avoid the horror she's about to see.

But as always, eight year old me walked around, looking in the closets, under the table and in the kitchen, pouting every time I didn't find him.

I knew what was coming next. I tried to close my eyes but they were frozen open.

Little me walked out of the kitchen and stood in the door frame. Young me pursed her lips and looked around the room, confused to where he could be. But then, she spotted the couch, the couch that was facing her so she couldn't see behind it.

A excited smile pulled at her little lips.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Young me squealed and ran towards the couch.

Again, I tried to break free from my frozen spot, to stop the eight year old me. I wanted to scream at her, tell her to never go behind the couch. Grab her and hold her tight, repeating and repeating never go behind the couch. Only nightmares live there.

I also wanted to cry because I couldn't stop young me, I couldn't stop her and save us both from the years of therapy that maybe make me a little too accepting of things today, save us from the night terrors and save us from the tears I still cry.

I'm frozen and not in control, so little me continues to run to the couch and quickly look behind it and say "boo" before she can notice the twisted body and blood, before she can notice the open patio door behind them and make the small connection.

Then, young innocent me saw my dad lying on the floor behind the couch, his body limp and lifeless, his back twisted in a way young me couldn't understand, but I do now, his spine had been broken. Blood had poured out of his mouth and spilled onto the floor. Several of bones snapped and visible. The life drained from his happy green eyes.

I wanted to scream and burst into tears, but again, I couldn't move. All I could do was watch eight year old me stare at my dad in shock in confusion. The innocence we had drain from her face along with the colour and happiness it once had, as she realized something was really wrong with dad.

At that point, young me burst into tears and screamed my dads name, the way I would if I could now.

I gasped, sitting up in my bed, getting slightly blinded from the light as I did so.

I could feel the warm liquid fall from my eyes and I realize I must have been crying in my sleep. I swallowed hard, trying to stop the crying. But I can't. Seeing my dad like that again... brings back so many bad memories.

How mum tried to hold back tears as she explained Rayne and I how dad was in heaven now, but fails and breaks down in tears. The investigation of dads death, the police believed it was murder. They never found the killer.

I got nightmares every night after that day, understandably. But they were worse than this, I mean I did have this nightmare, but most of them consisted of me watching my dad die. I began to see a man around the house. I don't remember what he looked like, but the doc convinced me it was part of my imagination, even though that took years. When I was young, I was convinced he was real. He used to appear in my dreams too. I don't remember much about him... But I do remember I used to see him randomly around the house, and mum said I used to talk to him. But all she would see was me talking to a empty space.

So, mum sent me to therapy. Which did make me better but it took a few good years, the doc helped make me accept it, and that's why I maybe accept things a little too easily now.

My behavior was bad at school. Rayne cried a lot but she did get over it, but she didn't see the body. Even though I got better, I stopped seeing the man around the house and I my nightmares stopped -with the exception of the one I just had, I had that at least once a week- my bad behavior did stay. Not as bad, but I still do behave badly. I think anger is my copping method.

I still get this nightmare. I've never been able to stop it. But it's not every night any more, but maybe every week or so. I hadn't had it in ages, because of this whole demon nonsense, it must have distracted my brain somewhat. Plus, with Vala controlling my most of my dreams, I haven't had a chance to dream this.

I've never told my mum I still get this dream, she'd send me back to therapy. I don't want to ever go back there. I felt as though people looked at me as if I was fragile, like I would break at any moment. And to be honest, back then, I was like that. But I'm not now. I'm strong.

If dealing with a demon isn't strong, I don't know what is.

Speaking of demon, where the hell is he now? Why did he give me all those nightmares about Ethan? I'd kissed him, Ethan should be fine, and I'd like to think that counts in my dreams too. But no, Vala has to be difficult.

I sighed, getting up out of my bed to make may way to the kitchen. I was starving, I don't think I ate anything last night, I was a little distracted.

Entering the kitchen, I realized I was the only one awake. Rayne was still hungover in her bed and Mum, Dave and Charlie would be on there way home just now. It would take them at least two hours to get here.

I made my self some toast and ate it with no sign of Vala, I thought he would be here to annoy me by now. Not that I'm talking to him. I then made a cup of coffee for me, and for Rayne. I decided I was going to wake her up with it.

I walked into the living room with the mugs, and still no sign of Vala. That feeling in the pit of my stomach, the one I got last night while worrying about Ethan, returned. The feeling telling me something was wrong.

I got worried about Rayne. Vala wouldn't have done something to her would he? No, there's no reason he would. But just in case, I walked as fast as I could with two full mugs in my hand up to her room.

I walked in, and saw Rayne sprawled out on her bed, still in her Halloween costume. She was fine, I could see her chest moving up and down so she was still breathing. I relaxed.

"Rayne." I said loudly, causing her to stir.

I had to say it several more times in order for her to wake. She sat up, looking tired and gratefully accepted the coffee.

"What happened? I don't remember coming to bed... In fact, I don't remember most of the party." She muttered in a croaky voice.

I laughed. "You were drunk for the most of it. What do you remember, and I'll tell you the rest."

Tell you the rest, minus the demon parts.

"Well, I briefly, only briefly remember Ethan coming in, me hugging you then I blackout."

I told her everything that happened at the party, apart from the whole Vala part. I told her about Ethan and I's argument mostly. How he insulted me, and I don't exactly know where it came from, because I don't flick my hair and boys come running. But because I got paranoid, I asked Rayne if she thinks I do smile and get boys to do things for me. Maybe I do it without realizing.

She shook her head. "No, you don't, I do that. He's got the wrong twin." She said, immediately making me feel better. "But you know Evelyn, you're stunning, boy's offer to do things for you, but you always deny them polity and do it yourself so I don't know what Ethan's talking about."

I started to deny the part about me being stunning, I was average and most. But Rayne had picked up her phone and distracted me when her face went into utter shock.

"What?" I asked worriedly.

She looked at me, she face turning sympathetic. "Evelyn... Ethan's in the hospital with several injury's."

And just like that, my dreams become reality.

Oooh... So what do you make of that dream? Well, technically a memory. What do you make of the man she saw around the house after? Let me know in a review!

So I just want to get one thing sorted out. I've got a couple of reviews wanting me to have more of the mythology in it. And I know, but I am getting to the mythology. Trust me, I love the mythology and I have read up on demons a lot. But you have to bear with me; I'll get there.

Anyway, just wanted to say that so those of you who want it know it's coming soon :) A huge thank to all of you again, sorry this chapter was kind of short. And I hope you enjoyed seeing a bit of Evelyn's background and why she gets angry so easily and why she easily excepted the fact she had a demon.

Next time, we'll see what's happened to Ethan and Evelyn gets a little more than mad... Thank you! :)