"Could you turn that down, Lynn?"

"No! Shush! We're watching The Lake House!"

"Well could you at least turn it down!"

"No! Now shut up before you wake up my sister!"

"The TV will wake her up!"

"How about I jab your face and make you go to sleep?"

I won. Chuck could not overpower me.

As the end scene of the movie was playing, Grandma said, "That man is so gorgeous."

"Keanu Reeves? Hell, yes." I agreed. "We should have a movie marathon of him. Yeah. I'll be back."

So after about an hour of going through Wal*Mart, Best Buy, Blockbuster, Borders, and my DVD collection back at grandma's, I'd found every movie that I heard of or have watched. Guess what was first?

Constantine. I was laughing my ass off through the whole thing, giving me realizations. Lucifer likes white. Gabriel is my aunt, not my uncle, and Balthazar is not French.

If you've seen this, then you understand why it's funny.

We sped through Street Kings, Something's Gotta Give, and Speed afterwards, not too bad movies. Now I found another Reeves movie I thought looked interesting…The Devil's Advocate. 'A hotshot lawyer gets more than he bargained for when he learns his new boss is Lucifer himself'.

If you still don't know why I'm laughing, maybe you've forgotten who I am.

After surfing the Matrix trilogy, I saved one of my best favorites for the last movie. The Day The Earth Stood Still. It was getting late now, Grandma fell asleep and most likely Chuck as well. Adena was wide awake, giving me her stare.

She was so stubborn—fighting sleep. Then I knew something was wrong. I turned her over on her stomach, and then laid down my hand.

She didn't fall asleep. Putting her on her back, she stared up, sapphire eyes still wide. Why was she-? My phone rang. "Hello?"

"She won't sleep because she senses me here."

"What? Jackson?"

"Yes."

"What are you talking about?" I demanded. Now I was mad, I so did not ever want to talk to him again.

"Like yourself, Adena can sense demons."

"She can-? You know what I don't care! How do you know she's-? You're outside."

"I am."

"How did you find us?"

"Juliet does not have sigils in her ribs."

I hung up, and teleported outside. "I thought I said I'd kill you if I ever saw you again."

"Lynn, please," Jackson's eyes were moonlight. "I can't—"

"Oh shut up. Don't give me that 'cant' stay away' twilight crap. I don't need your protection. I can take care of myself." I snapped.

"Why are you taking this the wrong way?" he asked.

"Why I'm-? Oh, hell no. YOU made me remember everything I did, Jackson. I told you I didn't want to, but you put me against my will. Tied to me a chair in an iron-floored room, with no shoes."

"It was to help you—"

"HELP me? It didn't help me at all goddamnit! I didn't wanna remember what I did! All the people I tortured…I hurt kids, Jackson. Kids. All the demon blood, all the fighting…you made me remember it all. Now I can't make it go away," I sighed. "Now leave, before I make you explode."

He stared at me. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Huh?"

"I was made and sent here for you. If you want me gone, where do I go? What do I do? All I have is you, Lynn." he explained.

"Jump off a cliff." We stared at each other quietly. "Get out of here," I ordered. "Don't come back."

He stepped back, and nodded. "If that's what you want. But Lynn, I'm here. Don't forget." then he was gone.

I blinked, and trudged back inside, with no emotion at all.

Adena was fast asleep.

August 9, 2010

I took Grandma home, and Addy back to Nick. I picked up Juliet. During so I gave a hard look at Matthew.

Damn. I could see some blonde colors in his brown hair, just like you know who.

This is sad.

I don't want to tell Jasper the truth but…a fight between him and Balthazar would be very interesting.

Who would win?

"Where do you wanna go, kid?" I asked.

"Um…the mall! Chapel Hills!" Juliet excitedly.

"Is that in your city?" I asked, and she nodded. "Alright, let's go. Can you take us there?" I asked, taking her hand.

"How do I do that?" she looked up at me.

"You wanna go there? Make yourself say you wanna be at that mall." I explained.

"Okay…" she looked straight ahead, appearing to be thinking.

Then we were gone.

Chapel Hills Mall
Colorado Springs, Colorado

"Damn," I said. "This place is huge," we went for the entrance, and I felt Juliet tense. "What's wrong?" I asked as she took my hand again and held it tightly.

She stared straight ahead, and I looked to see a bunch of teenager girls together. One was a red head, one was a long blond, and the third had shoulder-length dark hair.

"Hi Julia," Juliet called out.

The third girl with dark hair spotted us, and I saw she had green eyes. She looked just like Shawn. Her and Juliet's dad, I figured it out.

"Juliet-?" she gasped. Upon looking at her carefully, she had burn marks on her face. She was wearing Capri's, though it was seriously hot…well for anyone else it was. I'm 'cool', so me in jeans doesn't bother me.

"Did you help her get out?" Julia asked me with fury. "She's supposed to be locked up! She's a monster!"

Now I was pissed. "She should of burned you to death," I muttered. "You're her sister, you're supposed to—"

"She's not my sister," Julia scowled. "She's a freak."

"No I'm not!" Juliet screamed, and that's when it happened.

Very similar to the way it happened to Michael, Julia caught on fire. "Juliet! Stop!" I yelled, shaking the small child.

"No." she said defiantly. Everyone around us was freaking out about a girl suddenly burning.

"Juliet, she said stop. You need to listen to her." I whipped up to see a familiar man kneel down to Juliet. "I don't want to have to hurt you, little one." the orange-eyed man said to her.

"YOU-?" I yelled, yanking Juliet away from him. Was it really him? I stared. Yeah. Black hair, orange eyes. It was him.

"You're afraid?" he asked, making me wanna melt. His voice was damn hot, just like from the hospital in the future.

"A little, yeah!" I yelled. "What do you want?"

"You're in trouble," he spoke. "And that filth demon isn't here to help you. But I am." he explained. He took one step forward and leaned into my ear, and said in a seductive whisper, "You'll thank me for this."

Before I knew it, I was standing in Grandma's living room.

Juliet, still upset from her encounter with her sister, took off running upstairs. "What happened?" Grandma asked.

"It—it—uh—" I stuttered. "The—the guy—"

"What guy?"

I was so mesmerized from his…appeal. So struck that I fell completely to the floor. "Lynn Angela?" Grandma knelt down to me. My head had been pounding like drums, and I felt sick to my stomach.

I really, really needed some demon blood now. Just like that, my phone rang. "Get it," I begged, holding my head. "Who is it?"

"It says," Grandma read the caller ID, "How you work these things, I won't know…it says 'Tabby Herrera', who is that?"

"My p—give me it." she handed me the phone. "Hello?"

"Um, Lynn? You there? Jade's had a vision and now she's just rambling like crazy, drawing it all down and it's freaking me out." Tabby said, very panicky.

"What's she drawing?" I groaned, as I sat up.

"Um, you. Yeah, you. You're in front of a guy like, like you're gonna kill him."

"What's he look like?"

"Just regular, well…there is something odd."

"What is it?" I demanded.

"His eyes are black."

Bingo. Jade must of seen me find some a demon. Awesome. "I'll be right there…" I strained, hanging up.

"Lynn Angela, what's wrong?" Grandma asked.

No way I could tell her. "I just need to...eat. Watch Jules, okay?" I explained.

San Jose, California

Entering the house, I saw Tabby stay by the door. I watched as Anthony was handing colored pencils to Jade. Damn he looked exactly the same when he was older. I went over to them, "Where is this going to happen at?" I asked, looking at the picture.

It was really good. I'd have to let Jade be the new designer for the shirts made of me. "At your vessel's house." Jade said, coloring away.

"My vess-? Danielle's?" I looked down at myself.

"No," Jade looked at me from head to toe. "You're in your true vessel," she explained. "Which makes you wonder," she started. "If Lucifer's vessel is that tall guy…"

"…Sam?" I guessed.

"Yeah," she confirmed. "If he's his vessel, wouldn't that mean that your vessel is related to him?"

I blinked, then looked down again. Danielle was related to the Winchesters? I hadn't thought about that. "Okay, so where's the demons? Alice's house?" since she was my other vessel, as Nick was for Lucifer.

"Uh-huh." Jade confirmed.

Pike Creek, Delaware

The door was locked, so I teleported to the living room. I heard grunting noises from the kitchen. I ran back in to see Jack, his chest covered in blood. A demon was facing him, until he saw me.

"Hey," I said, going up and placing my hand on his chest. He flashed gold, and fell lifeless. "Prick. Jack?" I watched him keel over onto his knees. "Jack!" I went down to him. "What happened? Where is everyone?"

"They—" he gaped, breathing in and out, clenching his wounded chest. "Up, upstairs."

"Up—okay." I whipped up and ran back to the living room and flew upstairs, "Alice? Nick?" I went into Alice's room, empty. Bathroom, empty. Jack's room, empty. When I entered Nick and Adena's room, the first thing I saw made my heart stop.

One of Addy's blankets lay sprawled on the floor.

Looking around, I saw previous signs of a struggle. Objects spilled over from the table, Adena's bottles everywhere.

But no one was in here.

Back in the kitchen, Jack looked up at me, his longish brown-blond hair all in his face. "They're-?"

"They're gone," I said with fear.

I felt him rage up, and he grabbed the demon by his shirt and yanked him up, "Where are they?" he demanded. "Where did they take them?"

"They? There were more—" I started to ask but a flinch made me stop.

"Where is my daughter?" Jack yelled, shaking the demon. "Where is Alice, goddamnit!" he started to cry.

"Jack, stop!" I ordered. "He's dead!"

"Where is, where's…" Jack sobbed, releasing his grip of the body. His hair fell all in his face again, and I tried to brush it back.

"Jack, we'll find them, okay? I promise. But freaking out like this won't help." I told him. "I'm gonna take you somewhere safe, alright?" I offered.

After a moment he nodded, crying softly now. I got up and helped him up, "We have to get to my house first." I explained. I tapped his shoulder, and we were gone.

"Sweet Mary," Grandma gasped when seeing us. "Jack? What happened?"

"I don't know, they were assaulted by demons or something." I let Jack fall back against the wall, looking blank while I ran upstairs and into my room, "Juliet! We have to go." I alerted.

She was sat on her bed, and looked up, "Why?"

"Demons. Come on."

She jumped off and followed me back downstairs. "Where are we going now?" Grandma asked, purse in hand.

"Bobby's," I said, "Hang on to me."

Juliet clutched my leg, Grandma my shoulder. "Danger yet again?" she guessed.

"Nothing else new," I said, feeling Jack finally taking my other shoulder.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

"What the hell?" Bobby said, upon entering the door.

"I don't know," I said, helping Jack in. "But I am getting sick of this random shit happening to me." I said, annoyed. As I sat Jack on the couch, Juliet and Grandma sat at the kitchen table.

"What happened?" Bobby asked.

"Demon attack," I told him, "They took Ali—his daughter, brother, and niece." I said quietly. Jack stared at the ground, not having said a word.

I then felt my sickness return. Headache, stomach drop. If I didn't get demon blood soon…I know what you're thinking. One little phone call and I could get a fix within a minute.

No. I won't swallow my pride and call him, after threatening to kill him.

"I'm here. Don't forget."

I'm not gonna call him!

An idea devised: after Team Free Will took on Famine on Valentine's day, we locked Sam up in the Panic Room so he could detox.

What I needed to do, right now. Locking me up wouldn't do any good, though. I could bust out in a snap.

"What for?" Bobby asked. "Couple idjiot demons wouldn't just take them out of random. There somethin' you ain't telling me?"

I sighed, "There's a lot of things I haven't told you, Bobby." I said. Feeling helpless, I pulled out my phone, and went through my contacts. Finding his name, I hit call.

The phone touched my ear.

"Lynn?"

"Jackson," I closed my eyes. "I need you..."

When Jackson appeared, I didn't even so much as look at him. "What happened?" he asked, seeing the bloodied Jack.

I think we all flinched when he got up and slammed Jackson. "You fuckin' sonuva bitch, where are they?"

"I don't know!" Jackson said.

"Then go ask your damn demon friends! My family's out there somewhere!" Jack yelled.

Jackson made him release his grip. "I'll see what I can do," he promised. Then he looked at me, "Where do you want to-?"

"Panic Room," still not giving eye contact, I went for the basement stairs. "Take care of Jack." I ordered.

Now Jackson and I were in said Panic Room. "Staying mad won't help anything." Jackson reminded.

"I don't care," I said. "Now hurry up before I literally snap from withdrawal." I sat on the bed.

"Okay." Jackson sat next to me, using a random knife to cut his forearm, just above his wrist. My eyes widened when I saw the blood. I grabbed his arm, feeling like I was Zoey Redbird, and Jackson was Heath Luck.

As I was indulging myself I said, thanks, I guess, in my mind. "You're welcome." Jackson said aloud.

Wipe that grin from your face, I'm still pissed at you.

"No, I don't think you are," he assumed. I made my eyes frown, whatever. Do you think you could squeeze some answers from any demons?

"I will try," he said. "Why don't you ask Lucifer?" he suggested.

Oh hell, if he's responsible for taking them—

"I don't think he would hurt them, especially your sister." he explained.

I hope not, I agreed. When we're done...could you get rid of the body at Jack's?

"I will,"

...thanks.

"You're welcome,"

How come you're not fainting? I think I've had like a gallon already.

"I'm your consort. I don't plan on fainting." he explained. My eyes frowned again.

Feeling like an energizer bunny, we came back upstairs. I saw Jack asleep on the couch. "How'd he fall asleep?" I asked.

"I did it," Juliet announced, waving around her index finger.

"I tended to his chest," Grandma added. "He didn't like the of having to change them everyday."

"Too bad," I said. "Thank you," I looked for Bobby, "You find anything on the Mother of All bitch?" I asked.

"What?" Grandma tilted her head.

"Not a thing," Bobby said. "But the boys are headed here, should come by tomorrow. Sam's taking us to Samuel's library."

"Samuel?" I repeated. "Bald dude?"

"Yep."

"Lynn Angela," Grandma said. "Mother of All?"

"She was raised from Purgatory," I said. "She wants to kill us all. End of story." I saw Jackson wince.

"Oh lord," Grandma buried her hands in her face and looked down. "This is all too much."

I hence to move, but Bobby sat down at the table with her. Bless him. "I'm going to get Natalie." I announced, "Better her safe here than exposed out there." I explained.

"What is this, 'Move in with Bobby' week?" Bobby asked.

"You know you love it," I teased, "Be right back."

Dover, Delaware

That freaky looking waxed bald guy was at his desk. "I'm here to pick up Natalie Logan."

"Early?" he asked with a grin, but totally faded when he saw Jackson. Yeah, sorry guy. Kinda not available.

"Yeah. Family issues." I explained.

Waxy went over to a box, like an intercom, and spoke into it. "Natalie Logan, please come to the main desk."

Minutes later my thirteen year old sister with Britney Spears style hair strutted in, "Lynn?" she gasped.

"Pack your shit," I said. "We gotta go."

"What, why?" she asked. "The last day is Sunday!"

"Too bad!" I yelled, "Alice, Nick and Adena are fucking gone!"

"Gone?" she repeated. "Wha—was it that angel guy?"

"Who?"

"The orange eyed...the message, remember? If you weren't focused, he was gonna take someone close." she reminded.

My mouth dropped, "If he took—" I hissed, and Jackson grabbed my arm.

"Calm down. Anger won't help."

I yanked my arm free, "Take us to your room or something. Gotta pack."

Natalie frowned, "Okay..." she led us outside.

"What'd Fetters want?" a girl of about fourteen with red hair and gold eyes asked.

"I have to go," Natalie announced. "We're going back to my dorm."

"Who's them?" a girl with brown-blond hair wearing a pink headband asked.

"This is my sister, Lynn. And that's her, uh, friend, Jackson." Natalie introduced.

I recognized Montoya. "Yo." I greeted them.

"You don't look alike..." gold-eyes noted. "Blond hair, blue eyes, and brunette with green eyes?"

"I was adopted, thanks." I said sarcastically. We paced through the camp, where I saw a familiar face—Savannah Jones. One of the missing kids from the lake, Kate's daughter. Oh, hell, that seemed like so long ago.

"We're here." they entered the girls dorm, and into a room.

"I'll stay out here with you," I offered to Jackson. Well, guy he is...can't really go in there. I watched Montoya and pink-headband follow Natalie in, but gold eyes stayed with us.

"You're really Lynn?" she asked. "Lynn Logan?"

"Who wants to know?" I glared.

The red head shot her hand out at me, "I do. Not really met any other angels before."

I blinked, "Angel?"

"Nephilim, actually," she corrected. I finally took her hand. "Gabrielle Sowell," she introduced. "Call me Abby."

"Ah," I said. "Who's your dad?" I asked.

She shrugged, "Name's Amitiel," she said. "Only met him once. He tried to kill me and my mom."

"What a dick," I said, "Where are you from? Dover?" I asked.

"Nah, New Hampshire," she corrected. "Who's your dad?"

I blinked. Was she being sarcastic? "Lucifer." I said.

Her gold eyes widened, "The devil? That must be why I've heard about you!" she gushed.

First Rufus, now her? Geez, who else knows about me?

Natalie came out with her stuff, "Ready." she said.

"You got all our numbers?" Montoya asked.

"Yeah," Natalie answered. "I'll call you all soon." she promised.

Laugh...I might've gotten Abby's number during this as well. Hey, you never know when you could use an extra angel. We made our way back towards the camp entrance, and I teleported us all back.

Pike Creek, Delaware

"What do you mean we're moving?" Natalie demanded.

"Temporarily!" I yelled. "Now put shit away, and take only what you need." I made a book bag appear, and went up to the bathroom and nabbed all of our personal supplies. Back downstairs, I sat on the couch, eyes closed.

Lucifer, say something. Dad, please!

What is it, Lynn? You sound afraid?

I'm scared shitless, okay? Did you take them?

Take who?

Adena, Alice, Nick!

I have not.

You better not be lying—

I don't lie, Lynn. You know that.

This was true. Then who the fuck took them?

I don't know. Whoever it was, will regret it, should they hurt Adena.

Damn straight, I agreed.

I opened my eyes, to see Natalie staring. "What are you, a monk?"

Scowling, I got up. "No. I was talking to Lucifer."

"Eh?" she screeched, "Why?"

"To see if he knew anything about the kidnapping. He doesn't." I explained.

"Damn," Jackson muttered.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"I guess..." Natalie sighed, hoisting up a suitcase. I snapped my fingers, and we were gone.