The next morning, everyone woke up feeling refreshed, yet there was still a palpable tension in the air. Raze, Pierce, Taylor, and Mikey had scoured every inch of the compound and there had been no sign of a break-in, which unnerved everyone. After eating breakfast, everyone assembled in the conference room to discuss everything that had happened to them.

"Okay, so we know that Illshya killed Beckett, and then for reasons unknown, she attacked AJ. Then she came back here somehow and tormented both AJ and David. Do we have any idea how she got in?" Sebastien asked

Raze shook his head. "We searched every inch of this place. There was absolutely no sign of a break-in. If that's the case, I have no idea how we're going to track her down."

Everyone tried to put their heads together to figure out how they were going to catch the demon.

"I think I know how we can find her," David piped up.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"How?" Chuck asked

He took a deep breath.

"Well, I have this connection with her, I guess."

Everyone looked at him strangely.

"Okay, so remember the night after all the shit went down at Pierre's? After Lucian came and visited us and told us about the trial? Well, the next day, I went to a club because I was bored and I needed to get away. I admit, I had a bit too much to drink. Anyway, I started dancing with this girl and she looked so familiar, but I couldn't figure out where from. Long story short, I ended up biting her and her blood tasted weird. It was like, if evil had a taste, that's what it would taste like. It was like whiskey, kinda burned as it went down. Then when I came back, I had a really freaky nightmare, like what happened last night. In my dream, Illshya appeared, and then I realized that she was the one who I had seen at the club. After that night, I noticed that she would make me see things in my dreams, make suggestions to me. That's where I went about three days before the trial. We went to Chicago to get Beckett, and then she sent me back to you guys. The weird thing though, is that when I went to visit her, I had no idea where I was going. It was like I wasn't myself. I don't even remember walking there. I remember leaving Pierre's house, and then it was like I blacked out. The next time I looked up, I was in her hotel room," he said.

"So, can you like, sense her presence or anything like that?" Jeff asked

David shrugged. "I mean, if she was close enough, I probably could. It's more like, when I sleep, I get these visions. I can see everything that she's doing, but it's only when I'm asleep."

"Okay, so if we want to find her, at least we have a place to start. I think it's time we head back to Montreal. If Illshya is planning something, I want us to be prepared and waiting," Sebastien said and everyone agreed.

This time when they went to the airport, Lucian personally accompanied them.

"Should you need anything, anything at all, let me know and I will do everything in my power to help. I want this demon brought to justice," Lucian said as he embraced Sebastien.

"Thank you, Lucian. Let me know if anything happens here as well."

Shortly thereafter, they all boarded the plane back to Montreal. Mikey and Bob had also decided to come with them, but they were coming back later. Bob had wanted to stop at the local apothecaries to stock up on whatever supplies he felt he was going to need.

As Sebastien settled into his seat next to David, he felt a cold chill run up his spine. He looked over at David, who had his eyes closed, and couldn't help but feel nervous. A sense of foreboding crept inside and settled right in the middle of his chest and he couldn't explain why.

Before they knew it, they were back in Montreal. Sebastien only hoped that things could start to go back to normal. When demons are involved, however, nothing is that simple.

From the minute they got home, Seb had sensed something seemed wrong with AJ. Walking into his apartment, she shrugged out of her hoodie and threw the backpack to chair, wordlessly beelining for their bedroom.

"AJ, are you-" he tried calling after her, cringing at the door slam moments later.

Nope, she wasn't okay.

It was a small wonder why – after being sentenced to death only to watch the person she used to love be murdered infront of her minutes later and then get scared out of her mind from a nightmare, she'd gone through a lot.

Figuring it was best to leave her alone for a little while, he decided to go over to Pierre's and chill with the guys.

When he walked in, the first thing out of any of the four was wondering why AJ wasn't with him.

"I don't know…she just set her stuff down, ran to the bedroom and slammed the door. I think she wants to be left alone for awhile after everything that happened."

David gave Pierre a look.

"Yeah, that or she's in heat and you're gonna go back home and find a broken headboard and feathers everywhere."

"Did you just-"

"Yep."

"I mean, come on you guys, put yourself in her shoes - first you get sentenced to death and then you watch the person you'd been in love with for at least ten years get killed in front of you, and then a demon tries to kill you, and by the way, David – she had a nightmare just like you."

After the mention of nightmare, the airbender seemed to freeze.

"She really shouldn't be alone then, trust me. Hopefully the demon hasn't gotten to her like she has to me…that'd be really bad."

"Should I go bac-" Seb started to ask.

"YES. Don't even think about it, just go!"

Slightly worried about David's reaction to him leaving AJ alone, Seb shrugged it off and figured he might as well listen to him – he was the one with the connection to the demon, after all.

It was unusually quiet when he got back home, the tv, stereo, laptop – everything was off, it looked like she hadn't even gone into the kitchen for food.

Walking back into the bedroom, he was surprised she hadn't locked the door. The lights were off, and she lay on her side, clutching a pillow to her, biting the corner of it, eyes tightly shut.

He didn't need the light on to tell there were tears on her face.

"Adeline…AJ, sweetie, are you-"

"Don't call me that."

Her voice is quiet, shaky almost.

"What? What's gotten into you all of a sudden? I know the trial was rough, but Adeline-"

Sitting down on the bed next to her, he sets a hand on her shoulder, only to her brush it off as she turns over, eyes blazing.

"Call me Adeline again, I'm using telekinesis on you with no regrets!" she snapped, throwing the pillow only because she felt like it.

"I don't- sweetheart just calm down, okay? I know you're freaked out after you're nightmare, there's no need to be all threatening now…" he tried to soothe, noticing how she was biting her lip again.

"I'm sorry. I just. William would never call me AJ, ever. He insisted on my full name, though he never actually added Jeanette on the end unless he was really mad. Even just hearing someone else say it's giving me flashbacks, and I can't even look at my name when it's written down because of my last name…I want my maiden name back…and another nickname, as it's Amelia's fault everyone calls me AJ in the first place. I don't want to be me anymore…I don't want to be here. I have no reason for it."

She sighed, breaking down into tears, using telekinesis to bring back the pillow she'd just thrown to cradle it.

Before she could curl back up into a ball as a form of defense however, Seb had crawled under the covers on his side of the bed and pulled her closer, arms locking around her as she gave up trying to push him away and just clung to him instead, sobbing for what was left of her life.

He'd never seen her shaken up this bad – her maiden name he knew she wanted back, but to think of a whole other nickname? That was little- then again, in her case, hearing her full name was probably only a reminded she'd never be in the older vampires' arms ever again, even if she had the choice to change things.

He hummed something as one hand rubbed her back, kissing her forehead before it hit him, what it could be.

She'd often talked about vacations to Chicago when she was younger, before she was turned, and this store, full of dolls and every preteen girls' dream. The American Girl Place was the name of the store, and what had always fascinated her was the historical dolls, from the different eras.

One of them had been named Addie.

Smiling as he tipped her chin up with a finger to look at him, her eyes had returned to normal.

"I'm..I'm sorry…I just. There's reminders everywhere and it just hurts. I want everything to go away. Everything but you, mon ange."

His eyes widened, this was a new term for him.

"Addie…what the hell is ange? I've yet to hear that…"

She actually grinned at the new name, leaning in to nuzzle him.

"Aw, I like that one! But if you shorten it, it's the same nickname Billie Joe's wife has…and come to think of it, David kinda sounds like him when he sings….and you guys DID start out as a green day cover band, well, there was Blink stuff too, but still. Anyways…hm? Ange? It's angel. Y'know, if I'm Dean, then you're my Castiel."

"Did you really just turn a romantic moment into a Supernatural reference?"

"Can you blame me? That's all I've been watching, I finished two episodes while you were gone."

He laughed, "Well, atleast you weren't sulking the whole time. You okay now?"

At once, her grin turned crooked and she used telekinesis to slam the door, being he'd left it open.

"I'd be a lot better if we just lay here and forget the world…not like there's anything else going on, anyways. Maybe get a movie and pretend to watch it, let myself get completely distracted…"

Seb didn't have to think about kissing her to shut her up, at this point it was obvious what she wanted the night to turn into.

Two weeks later, and she'd stopped talking altogether. Of course, there were exceptions to this rule; she often used the telepathic link as another way to speak without having to actually speak.

One night, the seven of them sat around the flat screen in Pierre's basement, glued into one of the last hockey games of the Sochi Olympics – Canada was playing US, and it was no surprise, Canada was winning.

Over the two weeks, the guys hadn't really thought it was much of a problem that AJ, er, Addie, had gone catatonic to an extent. Everyone mostly blamed it on high stress and not enough girl time now that her best friend really was dead and gone.

Surprisingly enough, the first person she'd completely explained herself to before she quit talking was Bob, starting with why she insisted on a new nickname down to exactly why she'd gone to Montreal in the first place – which meant explaining the marital issues she hadn't mentioned during the trial.

Though it was nowhere near making Bob change his mind about her, he did have to admit she was brave enough to come clean after the tragedy that had been the past month or so.

Over the course of the game that night, she'd squeaked maybe once, at Canada's captain scoring (it was Towes, he was the captain of her hometown team, Chicago Blackhawks), but other than that she'd been quiet, nose stuck in The Fault In Our Stars.

"You know, maybe your bad mood would go away if you went out. Like, out out. Dancing or something." David suggested, fiddling around for his MP3 player, being the game wasn't all that interesting and would be ending soon.

Seb automatically shot him a look.

"Dancing is the last thing she needs; she's fragile enough at concerts!"

"I'm immortal now, it's a little harder to hurt me. And that sounds kind of fun…I'll find some girls and maybe get to go drinking again like the old days. Like Spring Break."

Pierre, David and Seb all looked at Addie, being they were the only ones that could hear her when she spoke that way.

"See? I'll look after her, I'll make sure nothing happens."

"If we had a dollar for everytime you said nothing was going to happen-" Chuck started, laughing.

"GUYS Come on! It's obvious she needs a break! She's been shut down for almost two weeks now! We've never seen her this quiet! And there's a few clubs that aren't as bad as the others…I know my way around."

Seb sighed, not feeling like getting into an argument.

"Fine. Just tell me what night you guys are going atleast – and David I swear – you let anything happen to

her, you're in for it."

"I got this, alright? And sure, whatever, we'll let you know." Slipping his headphones back in, he set the entire device to shuffle, deciding to go upstairs and lay down, being the game had about five minutes left.