Hello, my lovely readers. We finally get to find out what Damon, Elena, and Stefan have been up to. Caroline and Freya go on a road trip, leading to answers for Care. On with the show…
Ch. 14 That Makes Total Sense...
"It is Day Thirteen in our journey around the Southern United States!" Damon Salvatore proclaimed to an audience of two disgruntled passengers in his Camaro. Elena Gilbert and Stefan Salvatore let out synchronized groans. "When we last saw #Team Vamp-ire; they had just started their cross-country journey to track down the elusive Sulking Teenager Gone Raging Psycho Vampire Hunter-"
"Damon!" Stefan reached out from the backseat to smack Damon on the shoulder. "Would you cut it out?" Stefan complained, falling back in his seat. "This is not some twisted spin-off of the Amazing Race!"
"But think of the ratings, Stef! CBS never looked this good." Running a hand through his hair, he smirked at his own reflection before glancing at Elena. She had her head turned, so he could not see her expression. Deciding to focus on his little brother, Damon waved a hand and continued, "I am just trying to lighten the mood. You're all pouty, 'cause Blondie still wants to be with The King of the Hybrid Jackasses!"
"Damon, leave him alone!" Elena snapped, twisting on her seat to glare at her boyfriend.
"And you, Cranky Pants. You're pissed off 'cause 'lil bro decided to become the Vampire Terminator. Don't worry, he'll be back." Damon turned to look at Elena and she had not even cracked the tiniest smile. Slapping the steering wheel, Damon rolled his eyes. "You're both looking at this all wrong. See, what we should be doing is trying to figure out how to make the bad things work for us-"
"You sound like Katherine!" Stefan interjected.
Damon narrowed his eyes and gave Stefan a wordless look. Stefan did not have to see how their ex met her final moment.
Leaning forward, Stefan's expression lightened. "Tell us, oh, Wise One, how do we change our perspective and turn our frowns upside down?"
Damon ignored the snark. "Look at this as the opportunity of a lifetime. You see, you want Caroline. Jeremy wants to kill vampires. Who is a big, bad vampire who caused my girl to turn into a vampire: Klaus freakin' Mikaelson! So, we find Jer, wait until he does want to kill and send him Klaus' way."
"Problem," Elena twisted in her seat to glare at Damon. "When Klaus rips my brother's heart out and feeds it to me!"
Damon opened his mouth to reply, but Stefan jumped in. "Or he finds out who was behind this plan to end him and he rips your legs off and bests you with them."
Damon rolled his eyes. "Jer's gonna go for Klaus, at some point. Klaus is the Big Bad and that is who Jer there thinks he's supposed to hunt."
"Except for one thing," Stefan said, "Klaus is not the biggest bad there is..."
"Caroline is!" Elena cried and placed her hands over her face. "And Caroline won't kill Jeremy. But Klaus will, if Jeremy comes after Caroline."
Stefan added, "Right now, Jeremy is just like a baby vamp. He's acting on raw instinct. He'll try to kill all of us because all he sees is those with fangs and those without them."
"It could take a while for Jeremy to become reasonable, again," Elena seemed to be talking to herself as she stared out the windshield.
"Or as reasonable as Jer Bear ever gets." This comment earned Damon another glare from his girl.
Not replying to Damon's comment, Elena removed her phone from her pocket and stared at the screen. Damon's eyes ticked down to see what she was looking at. He didn't see anything that should elicit a long sigh and she shoved the device back into her pocket. "Expecting him to call and say: Sorry?"
"No." Elena shrugged, resting her head on her hand, pressing her elbow into the passenger seat door. "I texted Rebekah. I thought... I thought she might want to meet us. Try to help straighten Jeremy out..."
A sarcastic laugh erupted from Damon before he could smother it. Elena's eyes widened and she stared at him. "You, seriously, expected Rebekah Mikaelson to put her ass on the line for your brother."
"Damon..." Stefan's voice had a warning tone.
"No, Stefan, let him keep going. I want to know what Damon has to say." Elena crossed her arms over her chest.
Rolling his eyes, Damon shrugged. "If I were Rebekah, I would be on a deserted island, sipping Mai-tais, not getting staked by her high school boy toy."
"Jeremy loves Rebekah!"" Elena snapped.
Damon scoffed. "They wanted to get freaky. They did. And they called it love. Rebekah might have lived for a bijillion years, but she's just as much of a horny teen as Jer and they proved it. Minute he gets a membership to I want to Kill Vampires Monthly; he's ready to plunge a piece of wood through his girl's heart."
"So, you're saying they're a lost cause?" Elena demanded, her voice rising. "That we can't be happy, again?"
Nodding, Damon waved one hand in the air. "Yes! Elen-a! I am saying that we were all living in some twisted fairy tale. Or did you think this would end with you and me, Jer and Bex, Bonnie and Kol and whoever the hell Caroline and Stefan end up with, going to prom and dancing the night away? That's NOT real! Here's reality: Jer kills some of us, or all of us, or he dies! And then there's that kid Slayer, and there are, like, a dozen question marks over her head where she ends up teaming up with Little Gilbert and then we can all run away from them, like Klaus did from his daddy for a thousand freakin' years!"
A soft whimper came from Elena's side of the car and then the passenger side door was knocked open. Eyes going wide, Damon found Elena had had already thrown herself out of the still-moving car.
"Quick stop!" Damon shouted, spinning the wheel and lurching onto the side of the road before slamming his right foot on the brake. Stefan had, apparently, not been listening because he fell into the passenger seat, feet resting where his head should be and head somewhere near where Elena's feet had been.
"Sorry, baby bro. Got to go find Lena." Damon shoved his door own and looked around for Elena while Stefan muttered and cursed Damon's existence.
Scanning the area, Damon's fingers tapped on the roof until he saw Elena walked along the side of the road. She'd only gotten about a half-mile ahead of him. Not giving a damn about exposure at this point, Damon sped down the roadside and stopped in front of Elena.
Hands going outward, Damon gripped Elena's shoulders. "What do you want me to say? You want me to say that life is made of rainbows and kitty cats?"
Elena refused to look him in the eye. Her eyes bore into a spot in his chest. "Let me go, Damon," she ground out between clenched teeth.
"Can't do that." Damon refused to budge.
"He's my brother!" Elena cried, eyes rising to meet Damon's. If he weren't a vampire, her look might give him pause, but he loved her, and he refused to let her go off and do something stupid, like get herself killed. "Let me go!" She gave him a hard shove. She still had her baby vamp strength and the force of her thrust made him stumble backwards.
Darting back, Damon grabbed her, again. "He's my responsibility!" Elena shouted, pushing Damon, hard enough to knock him on his ass and into the dirt. He got up and grabbed her a third time.
By this time Stefan had joined them and he moved to grab Elena from behind but Damon shook his head. "I know..."
"All he has is me!" Elena cried, pummeling his chest. "I...I have to... Please, Damon...please..." Sobbing, Elena buried her face in his chest, her knees buckling beneath her. "He's NOT...not a monster...he needs our help..."
"I know... I know..." Damon rocked her back and forth until Elena calmed down. "Come on." Damon half-carried Elena back to the car and helped her inside. He felt grateful when she went to sleep. As soon as he felt sure she would not try to run off, again, he glanced at Stefan. "Find anything?"
There was a pause before Stefan pulled out his phone. He leaned forward so Damon could see the silent alerts his brother had been getting on their way. "Looks like a couple was saved from a 'rabid dog.' Two towns over." They exchanged a look. "Neither were able to describe the person who saved them."
"Or they were asked not to. And who wouldn't protect the identity of a hero..." Damon smirked and Stefan nodded. Looks like they had new lead on where Jeremy was.
~0~
Elena slept through the car ride. Scared she might try to take off, Damon sat in the car with her as Stefan talked to an attendant in a service station just outside Pensacola, Florida. She stirred, eyelids squeezing shut before she yawned and stretched. "Damon, where are we?" She groaned, eyes on him before rolling in the seat as Stefan approached.
"Just stopped to get some snacks. I told Stef you would want a Sprite. That cool?" Damon said, looking from the back of Elena's head to Stefan. His brother's shoulders were sloped. Either he didn't get anything, or he had news that made no one in the car happy.
Opening the back door, Stefan slid inside and held out a bag. "Snack?"
With a sigh, Elena took the bag and peered inside. "No Sprite?"
"Sorry. They only had Coke. Guy said they might have Sprite in New Orleans." Stefan gave Damon a long look.
Frowning, Elena pulled out a Coke and uncapped it. "Who would go all the way to New Orleans to get a soft drink?" She took a sip and then pulled put a package of chips.
"Depends on how bad you wanted the drink..." Stefan mused and Damon gave him a dark look in the rearview mirror. They'd been over this. Elena might want Jer back, and be willing to risk life and limb, but Damon was unwilling to risk her. If Jeremy was headed to New Orleans, he must be trying to get to The Council. This would mean certain death for any vamp who stood between those two forces.
"Stef, I'm gonna stretch my legs..." Damon pushed his door open and jerked his car keys out of the ignition, just Iin case Elena got any cute ideas.
Walking away from the car, Damon hissed out: "What the hell, man! I thought you were on my side!"
Folding his arms over his chest, Stefan stared back at Damon. "I think this should be Elena's choice."
"Bull!" Damon snapped, running a hand through his hair. "You just want to play hero. And since Caroline isn't here to impress, you've got to prove to someone you're a good guy!"
Stefan narrowed his eyes. "Unlike some people, I am not interested in chasing my brother's girl. We dealt with that-long ago-"
"Good. Then why don't you look up Rebekah. Hear she's single."
"I would do it for you!" Stefan snapped. "That's why I was pushing for this! Okay! I get where Elena is coming from! She just wants to get her brother back. And I would walk through hell for you." Stefan and Damon glared at each other for a long moment.
Groaning, Damon turned to look at the car. And he found Elena standing behind him. "You found him?" Her question was more of a statement.
Damon could feel his brother's eyes on him. "Maybe..."
"Where is he?"
"New Orleans." Damon watched as the words washed over Elena and the meaning of the town's name sank into her mind. "He's going to The Hunter's Council?"
"Probably." Damon refused to commit to the idea. "Lights are going down. Means that this is vamp play time-anywhere-but NOLA. See, when the sun goes down in that town, the hunters go a-hunting, and Lord help the vamps who went out for a bite. Only the very arrogant, or the very young, go out at night in New Orleans. They usually find themselves with an appointment at sunrise. And those are the lucky ones..."
Elena did not speak at first. "I know what The Council did to you... I won't ask you to come-"
"And you think you're going without me?" Damon smirked. "I'm not be a baby vamp, but there are plenty who call me arrogant." He raised his hand and twirled his car keys. "Whose up for a trip to the Big Easy?"
A smile appeared on Elena's face for the first time in three days and she threw her arms around Damon's neck, kissing him. "Thank you."
Damon shrugged. "Thank me when we don't end up being something that rhymes with roast." He headed toward his car with his arm wrapped around Elena's shoulders, hoping he wasn't making a terrible mistake.
~0~
They arrived in New Orleans three hours after sundown. Not happy about it, but sure it needed to be done, Damon ditched his car at the town limits and they walked through the streets. Tourists. Just a guy. His girl. And his brother. They were trying to find a teenage runaway. Happened all the time.
Entering a bar, Damon broke away and sauntered up to stand beside a stool. He eyed the back of the female bartender and smirked. This would be the easy part. When she turned, he offered her a grin. "Can I get a bourbon..." He leaned closer, peering at her name tag, "Jane-Anne?" He let her name come out slowly.
Jane-Anne's dark eyebrows rose. Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "I.D.?"
Smirking, Damon pulled out his wallet and placed it on the bar top. She took a quick look and then went about pouring his drink. Sitting it down, she pushed it towards him. "I'm looking for a kid who might have come in here. He's about yey-tall," Damon held his hand above his own head several inches. "Looks like her," he hooked a thumb at Elena. "Just not as pretty and got one hell of an attitude problem."
Jane-Anne nodded. Placing her elbow on the counter and cupping her chin. "So, he looks like your girl and he's missing?"
"Yup." Damon stared at Jane-Anne's lips, waiting for her to tell him what he needed to know.
Pouting, Jane-Anne shook her head. "I've got nothing. Sorry." Standing up, she smiled and Damon felt she was not sorry as he pocketed his wallet.
With a frown, Damon sat down and knocked back his drink. He set it down, about to get up to give Elena the news when Elena marched over to the bar and hopped onto a stool. She leaned over the bar. "Hi! Can I get a drink?" she called to Jane-Anne.
Jane-Anne looked from Elena to Damon. "I'll tell you what I told Prince Not-So-Charming; I don't know anything."
Elena turned to glare at Damon. "See! This is why I told you to let me handle it! Some men just think that all they have to do is flutter their lashes and girls will just swoon." Rolling her eyes, Elena looked back at Jane-Anne. "Just between us, he's a bit of a dick!" She said it behind her hand but Damon heard her, loud and clear.
"You can do better." Grabbing a couple of bottles, Jane-Anne poured Elena a whiskey and Coke. "You can do better," she advised Elena before pouring herself a drink. "This is on the house." They clinked glasses and kicked their drinks back.
Damon leaned over and snagged a bottle while Jane-Anne and Elena got acquainted. Coming to take a seat next to Damon, Stefan grabbed Damon's glass as Damon drank straight from the bottle.
"You know, he got one thing right..." Elena ran a hand through her long locks, her expression turning sad as she sipped a fourth drink.
"Yeah?" Jane-Anne watched Elena.
"My brother. My baby brother. He took off. He's been depressed, since our parents died...and I think he might be in trouble. Really dangerous trouble. And I just want to bring him home..." Looking up, Elena placed her face in her hands.
"Hey! Hey! I get it. My sister...and my niece. There were some people they got involved with. And I lost them both..." Jane-Anne placed a hand on Elena's hand. "Do you have a pic?"
Nodding, Elena pulled out her phone and slid her finger over the screen. She turned it for Jane-Anne to blink at. Jane-Anne shook her head. "No. I would remember someone who looked like that." She smiled at Elena. "Here. Let me give you my number. I'll call you if I see him, or if anyone in my circle does. And you could come in. We make food, not just serve booze in here. I've been told I'm one hell of a cook."
"Yeah?" Elena tucked her hair behind her ear and then she patted Jane-Anne's hand. "Thank you. And I'm sure I'll see you again."
Damon got up and Stefan placed a bill on the counter. They left the bar and went down the sidewalk. Damon paused to pretend to be fixing his hair when Elena joined them. "Looks like someone has a new admirer while Stefan remains Mr. Bachelor of the Month." He smirked at Stefan, who heaved a much-aggrieved sigh.
Elena, on the other hand, was smiling. "At least I know I have options," she retorted.
I'll show you options!" Damon slung an arm around her shoulders and tugged her into a deep kiss.
Head titled back, Elena said, "I think I'll keep you...for a while..."
The trio began to laugh as they walked down the sidewalk. "It looks like we have to find some place to lay our weary heads for the night," Damon muttered, catching sight of Hunter's Council members patrolling in. He leaned over to nuzzle Elena's hair while Stefan stared at his phone. Yes, nothing like spending the night in a town full of people who wanted to place their heads on their gate. Damon just hoped Caroline was faring better. Honestly, he missed his friend and hoped she stayed the hell away from The Council.
~0~
"We tried things your way. Now, we're going to do them mine." Caroline zipped up her bag and heaved the strap over her shoulder. She could feel Klaus' hooded gaze on her as she strode down the hallway and towards the elevator.
After their near-encounter with The Hunter's Council's minions, Caroline and Klaus had fled to New York. She'd always wanted to come here, but she did not intend on spending the next decade here. She was going home. Today.
"Oh, Nik! Let her go!" Rebekah laid draped across a chair, flicking through a magazine and looked as bored as Caroline. The Original sister was. "She's been packed and ready, for days." Her blue eyes met Caroline's with a half-smirk.
Kol came down the hallway with a second bag. Caroline's brows went up. She did not expect Kol to want to join her on the trip back. He'd been in a horrible mood since Caroline, Klaus, and Freya showed up. Before Caroline could say: "Ready to go home," Kol turned to smile at her in a manner that Caroline imagined he did toward victims-and then tore their throat out.
Clapping his hands together, Kol said, "Take Freya with you. Nik, Bekah and I will be right behind you."
Freya had just come out of the kitchen. "Where am I going, brother?" she asked Kol, her tone unperturbed, but curious.
"He wants you to go with Caroline. Probably hoping you'll run into trouble." Rebekah flipped another page and did not look up.
Freya continued to stare at Kol. "Now, Bekah, you know I relish a good fight."
Rebekah smirked. "Don't we all."
"Caroline, a word..." Klaus took Caroline by the arm and pulled her back down the hallway.
"You're not talking me out of leaving," Caroline began when Klaus pressed his lips to hers. He pushed her back, and into the wall behind them. His hands went up and down her back. "I will be right behind you, love." He pulled back to look her in the eye. "And I have no doubt Freya is more than suited to the task of getting the two of you out of any scrap you find yourselves in."
Caroline smiled. "I love you, Klaus Mikaelson."
"I love you, too." Klaus took several steps back and leaned into the opposite wall. "Now, go, before I change my mind and try to keep you."
Nodding, Caroline strode back down the hall and stood by the elevator. "Don't get killed," she said, as a form of saying good-bye. She knew Klaus could hear her.
Freya grabbed her bag, too. "We'll be together, again, shortly," she told her siblings. Inclining her head, Rebekah nodded. Kol folded his arms over his chest. Turning to Caroline, Freya smiled. "Ready?"
"Yes." Caroline nodded. Part of her wanted to wait until Klaus was ready, but that could take a century and Caroline couldn't wait that long. She just had to hope that he did not get caught by The Council.
~0~
Two hours into their road trip, Caroline realized that she really did not know Freya Mikaelson. Like she really, really did not know the witch. Racking her brains, Caroline tried to think of something to say. Maybe Freya was one of those people who liked to sit in silence. However, Caroline was not. The silence was driving her nuts.
Topics to talk to Freya about... Klaus? No. Caroline did not want to talk about him. It would just make her miss him more. Witchcraft which Caroline did not know much about. Hmm. Could be interesting... Also might lead to Bonnie. Which would lead to Caroline wondering-possibly aloud-what Freya's intentions towards her friend were... This would lead to Kol...and many, many bad things... Rebekah? Elijah? How Freya grew up outside the family? Could be a sore subject... This was leading nowhere quick...
Then Caroline had a moment of inspiration. She had a problem. And Freya might know something about it. Or not. It still wouldn't hurt to ask. Caroline hoped it wouldn't.
"So, Freya..." Caroline saw Freya glance at Caroline with an expectant look. "Um..." Why did this have to be difficult?
"Yes, Caroline?"
"I..." Caroline rolled her eyes. Might as well just spit it out. "Do you know anything about demons?"
"Demons?" Freya looked amused. "You aren't asking about the mythical creatures, who work for Satan, and have horns and tails? Or do you mean the creatures that vampires are said to have evolved from?"
Caroline pursed her lips. "Either... I guess..."
Freya chuckled. "Well, for one thing: Vampires did not come from demons." Caroline felt relieved but also confused. This did not help her figure out why she could become a vamp because of her demon-y bits. Continuing, Freya added, "Actually, witches evolved from demons. And vampires, as well as werewolves, were created by witches."
"Wait!" Caroline turned to face Freya. "Witches are demons?"
"Only part." Freya grinned. "If you don't mind taking a side-trip, I have a friend who happens to be a demonology expert. He'll be able to answer your questions better than I can."
"Really?" Caroline tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth. She wanted to get home. But she also wanted answers to what she was. "Okay."
~0~
Welcome to Hershey, the sign read. "Huh? Producers of chocolate and demonology experts. So many reasons to visit." Caroline mused as Freya drove them through town. It only took another ten minutes before they arrived in front of what looked like a library.
Quirking an eyebrow, Caroline shot Freya a questioning look as the witch hopped out of the driver's side of the rental car. "He works for a library?" Caroline called as she moved to join Freya on the sidewalk.
"Works for?" Freya let out a soft laugh. "No!" She shook her head. "This is his library. The library of demonology. Of course, you can find plenty of books the ordinary reader might enjoy. That is for show."
They stepped inside the library and Caroline expected some kind of illusion to drop. It did not. Instead, she found a bespectacled woman at the front desk. Stacks upon, stacks of books behind her. The windows were stained glass but had pictures of flowers, not things that would keep small children up at night. A single spiral staircase seemed to be the only thing leading to the floors above, and from what Caroline could gather while outside, there must be room for at least two more stories to this place. They might also have a basement, but she could not see anything that would lead to one.
Without a word to the woman at the desk, Freya headed for the staircase to their right. The woman did not look up from her book as Caroline followed Freya. It was as if she did not see them and Caroline wondered if that were true as she peered down at the woman.
On the second floor, Freya stepped off the staircase although it seemed to lead ever upward. Not wanting to anger whatever, or whoever was upstairs; Caroline followed. The witch stopped in front of a door. The door was in the very back of the stacks and Caroline had an eerie sense, like the stacks were leading further and further away from the only exit.
A buzz sounded, and then a voice. "Hello?" it called.
"It's me." That was all Freya said. Seconds later, the door let out a longer buzz and a man in a tweed jacket and glasses came out. He was taller than Klaus. He wore his dark blonde hair short. He looked young. No more than twenty-five. And there was a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at Freya, the beginnings of a grin on his face when Freya leapt into his arms. Their mouths met and Caroline blushed. That kind of a friend...
"Freya, you should have called," the man said as he set her on her feet. "I haven't been keeping the apartment as clean as you like it. You know, busy, busy-"
"I came because my friend has a question about demons," Freya cut in.
"Ah. Not a social call." He nodded.
"Afraid not." Freya looked to Caroline, and so did the mystery man.
Caroline offered them a weak smile. Turning toward her friend, Freya added, "She'd like to know about demons."
The man's eyes lit up and a wide smile appeared. "You've come to the expert-"
"She knows," Freya said.
"Did you know that the last demons to walk the earth were seen a mere thousand years ago?" the man said, his voice grew distant as he entered the stacks.
"No! I didn't!" Caroline called back. Listening for the sounds of his footsteps, Caroline could hear an echo through the place he had gone.
"And those demons were the descendants of pure-bred demons." His voice came from behind Caroline who whirled around to face him. She automatically fell into Slayer pose.
The man frowned, hugging several books he held. "She's a Slayer?" His eyes went to Freya. A deep frown matched his features. "Oh, no. This conversation is over. Please, leave." He held up his hand and Caroline felt herself being pushed toward the staircase which was much closer, now.
"She's in trouble! The C poo uncollected is hunting her!" Freya shouted.
The invisible fingers that had Caroline by the throat loosened and she fell to her knees, coughing. "Why?" he asked. "Did she kill a human?"
"The more you know..." Freya did not finish her sentence as Caroline got to her feet and turned to face them.
"Look, Mr..." The man did not look at her. He walked over to set his books down. His expression was troubled. "I need help. I'm a vampire."
"Impossible," the man's head lifted and he examined Caroline and shook his head. "No. Vampires have tried. But it never worked. You must be something else."
Caroline sped over to take him by the throat, bending him over the table and showing him her fangs. Instead of looking afraid, he looked curious, and excited. "You're a vampire." He began to laugh. "A first of your species. How?"
"Not important. I just want to know about demons. See, I gave you a glimpse at something you thought you'd never see; now, it's my turn."
Caroline moved back so Freya's friend could sit up. He seemed happy. Picking up a book, he held it up to her. "This is an introduction to demons." He tapped the cover of the one below. "This one is a brief history of how witches evolved from Demons with a capital D. Under it is how demon-y kind was destroyed. And underneath that is another-brief-text on how The Hunter's Council was formed to eradicate all demons."
"The Council?" Caroline's eyes rounded. "That's why they were formed?"
"Yes. Of course. You see, Demons were born before mankind. They had gifts: telekinesis, fire-breathing, empathy, to name a few-"
"There were dragons?" Caroline glanced at Freya.
"No! No!" Waving his hands, the man rolled his eyes. "I wish I had a board to write on. Oh, well. Where was I... Oh, yes! Dragons are myth. Not myth like our Demons; they simply do not exist."
Caroline did not point out the irony behind his comment. Until a couple of minutes ago, he thought she did not either.
"Demons," the demonology expert continued with relish, "lived like most human do. Not as in having jobs with pay and houses and dogs. However, there were good and bad demons. When humans evolved, some demons were curious. Some welcomed a new species, not going so far as to encourage inter-breading-for fear of what the product would be-but they did not learn to fear humans until later. Humans, on the other hand, seemed to understand that demons were stranger than they were. This made demons a threat. And, so, over centuries, it became politically expedient to "demonize" the demons, as humans have done to other humans throughout history, also space aliens. But that is for another time."
"So, it was political?"
"Yes. You might be surprised how many people find political power within religion. It became popular to brand this 'evil' and this 'good.' In fact, many religions have some form of demons that we can place blame on for any type of horror we would like to. And, yes, there were bad demons. Ruthless monsters who enjoyed inflicting pain upon others. Some of those demons contributed to the myths written about the entirety of demon-kind, or even wrote them themselves, just for fun."
Feeling overwhelmed, Caroline looked at the stacks of books. "So, The Hunter's Council got involved..."
"Through the Catholic church. Hey! I do not religion-bash!" Holding up his hands, he waved them. "You can pray, if that's your thing. Confession may very well be good for a soul. But this is history. Certain people entered that religion for the sole purpose of taking down demons and they found like-minded in those who became what we know as The Council."
A beep sounded and the man looked at his watch. "Well, it looks like I have to get back to writing my paper on The Modern Day Witch." He winked at Freya. "It was nice meeting you."
"Bye." Caroline opened one of the books before her.
"Good luck with the paper, Kai." Freya took a seat beside Caroline. "I hope that helped. He gets rather excited about his work."
"It did." Caroline did not mention that it also scared her. Because if demons were thought to be dead; what would The Council do when they found they were not?
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