"Do you have to go?" eleven-year-old Ashling asked her seventeen-year-old brother Allen.

            "I gotta Ash," he said. The sound of his voice, even though the Irish accent matched hers, made her feel a little better. "I'm going to college. And I'll meet a woman who I'll marry and have kids with and-"

            "I'll be Cool Auntie Ashling. I know I've heard it a million times. Ever since you got accepted. I get it,"

            "That's my girl," he kissed her forehead. "I gotta go now. I promise I'll write once a week and call."

            "Allen," his mother Angela said. "Don't spend all of you money…and be careful…Los Angeles is a big city and people like to take advantage of young children from different countries…" she was about to cry.

            Allen smiled. "Ma…I'll be fine." He hugged her.

            "Be careful Allen…call us when you get there,"

            "I will," Allen pulled away. "I love you Ma. You too Ash." He picked up his bags and headed for the gate.

            "Come on Ashling…lets head home," both turned away as Allen boarded the plane.

                                                NINE YEARS LATER

            Ashling, now twenty, walked the streets of her hometown alone. She looked up at the stars and felt tears sting her eyes. Nights like these got her thinking of her brother Allen. It had been a year and half at least since she'd last heard from him. He hadn't been home since the day he left.

            "Hey, hey," Ashling turned to the sound of the voice.

            "Hello?" no answer. She kept walking. She heard footsteps behind her. "Frank is that you?" she sighed. "I though I told you to…" a growl came from the person.

            "You're going to die tonight," Ashling's blue eyes grew wide. She started run and was followed. The chaser chased her into the open field.

            "Help me!" Ashling yelled into the dark. Of course there was no one in this part. "Someone!" she reached a well. She looked down it. Too far and no water. "Shit." The intruder came to her and looked her in the eye. With out a second thought he lunged at her. She turned to jump over the well but he pulled her leg down. "Let me go!"  She kicked.

            "I don't think so," he grabbed her arm and got ready to bite down on her neck. She felt the breath on her neck. She turned as her back was against the stone side of the well. She positioned to kick but the wall fell under back. "There goes dinner." The man muttered as he walked away.

            Ashling fell down the long well. She let out a long scream. She felt something change. Something in her face. Before she could feel what was happening she hit a rock. Her neck cracked and she lay limply. Seconds later she opened her eyes with a gasp. She touched her chin and felt her neck move easily. "Oh God…my neck…" she went to touch her forehead but felt sharp 'pins' on it. "What…" she felt them all over her face. She sat up and her neck fell to the side. "Please let this work." She placed her hands, which she saw were now green, on her neck and snapped her neck back in place. She stood to her feet and jumped. Some how she flew to the top of the well and climbed out.

            "Something's happening to me." She ran home.

            "Ma!" Ashling ran into the house trying to cover her face. "Ma!"

            "What is it?" Angela came out of the kitchen.

            "Ma what is wrong with me?" Ashling moved her hands and her mother saw what was wrong. Ashling's face was now green with blue spikes, and her crystal blue eyes were dark red.

            "Honey just calm down…"

            "Ma! What is wrong with me! I was being chased…I fell down a well. Me neck was broken…what is wrong with me?"

            "Ash… sit down," she sat on the couch along with Angela. Her tears rolled past the spikes. "I had to tell Allen this when he was twenty…well he was twenty-one."

            "Ma,"

            "You're father who left me the day after you were born, is a demon, a Bracken demon…I didn't think it would show up in either of you. Especially you…but it did show up in Allen and I knew I'd have to tell you someday."

            "How…how can I get this off my face?"

            "Just think of your normal face. Allen told me in his letters. The demon can come and go as you please,"

            Ashling thought of her normal face and it appeared. "Why didn't Allen ever tell me?"

            "I asked him not to. I didn't think it would show up in you,"

            "Ma, I'm going to Los Angeles,"

            "What?"

            "I'm gonna find Allen,"

            "Honey, we haven't heard from him in almost two years-"

            "I don't care," Ashling got up heading for her room.

            "Bring him Ash," Angela called. She knew she couldn't stop her daughter.

            "I will," Ashling began to pack.