++++++ This takes place in S1EP7 Blessed Are the Damned.

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Eleven

"It's alive!" Talia screeched when I sat upright in bed gasping for air.

I shot Talia my best bitch glare and threw my legs over the side of the bed. Looking around I realised that this same thing had happened not four days ago. I glanced around, Talia was sitting on a chair looking mighty cross at me. "Well hello, sister."

"What the bloody hell were you thinking?" she snapped, getting cross with me. "The Helmet of Fate is one of the most dangerous magical artifacts on the face of the planet and you just feel as though you can put it on with no recourse? You've been in a coma for three days! I hope you're wander in la-la land was worth it."

I rolled my eyes. "It was fine. I got what I wanted-thanks for asking."

"You are an idiot!" Talia snapped.

Waving my hands, I went to motion Talia away only for her to just disappear like ash on the wind. "Holy grandfather," I muttered. I stood up, stumbling a little but managing to keep my feet on the ground. I chuckled and proceeded to clean myself up, changing and making notice that I needed to find a way to get some more of my clothes from the apartment in New York. Maybe Zed could do it for me since I was wanted for questioning on the death of two looser cops.

I made my way to the main library, it was quiet-empty even. I looked around, searching for some kind of a sign of where anyone was before eventually seeing a map unrolled on one of the tables. My eyes widened when I noticed all the dried blood drops on the paper. All accept one. One of them was new, as new as it had been the day it was made. "Stigmata," I whispered. "Oh whoever did this had to be a powerful scryer…" The blood drop sat on top of the middle of bugger all in Kentucky.

I took my phone out of my bra and googled the place on the map. "Rural preacher bit by snake, rises from the dead, starts performing miracles…" I cocked my head to the side, "regrew a man's leg?" I laughed. "Oh this is brilliant! This I have to see." I put my phone back and went to pack my bag of clean clothes. As I left the bunker, prepared to hike it into town, Chas got out of an old taxi parked out the front. "Oh taxi service!" I grinned.

"You should be back inside," Chase ordered me. "You're not going."

"Going where?" I asked him.

"After John and Zed," he answered.

I flashed a grin. "What could be more exciting than a dead preacher resurrected and now performing miracles of his own? I have to see this."

Chase shook his head. "You've been in a coma for four days. You need to see a doctor."

"Never gonna happen!" I declared. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get into town. Gonna be a long walk."

He sighed. "Guess I owe Zed ten bucks, she said you'll wanna come if you wake up." He held his hand out to take my bag. "I'll take you into town. You're on your own from there."

I grinned and tossed him my bag. "Can I drive in the back like paying customers do?"

"You are not a paying customer," he replied.

"And I am not paying you," I grinned, jumping in the back. "Just get me to the nearest downtown, I'll take it from there."

Chase dropped me of downtown just as I asked him to.

It took me a while but after an hour of searching, I eventually found it in between two an abandoned bookshop and a bottle shop. The demonic red glow was what gave it away. Poison Ivy. I casually threw my bag over my shoulder and headed on insider.

I took a deep breath and grinned. "Ahhhhh!" I grinned, waltzing over to the bar where Natalie was working away like a good little vampire. "Hello Natalie!"

Natalie looked up at me and she actually hissed at me. "What the hell are you doing here?" she snapped. "You shouldn't even be here!"

"Well that's just rude!" I frowned. Looking around, I realised that most of the bas patrons were staring me down. "Well news travels fast, doesn't it?"

She snorted. "You have no idea how much trouble you are in. A Knight of Hell was here earlier asking about you. Anywhere you go, this lot are going to trade you in for that big fat reward Belial is offering for you."

"Belial can suck my cock," I laughed.

"You don't have a cock," Claire teased. Her arms slipped over my shoulders and she trailed kisses down my neck. "And I know personally," she grinned. The demoness straightened up and turned. "I have an announcement to make. If any of you harm one hair on this precious head I will personally rip your guts out and play with your intestines. This will no longer be a safe haven for any of you. Do you understand?"

"My precious," I hissed, clawing my hands in the air. "Gollum! Gollum!"

Claire glared at me, raising an eyebrow. "Each of you conducts business here as per my will. If you go against my wishes, I will kill you. Understand? The same goes for my staff!" she finished, turning to Natalie.

The vampire bowed her head but continued to serve drinks.

The demoness shook her head as she turned back to me. "You make it impossible to be serious, Nephilim."

"You knew?" I required.

She nodded. "Yes. When I tasted your blood it was obvious for me what you are."

"You could turn me in," I suggested. "Imagine the riches."

"I'm rich enough," she answered. "Besides, none of those morons would ever double cross me. Trust me. Now, what do you need?"

"I need a door," I answered. "To Kentucky. Just following some friends."

Claire raised an eyebrow and pulled the fabric of my shirt down in the middle of my breasts. "My, my, my. You have been a busy girl. The Egyptian Ankh. The breath of life…what have you been up to?"

I pulled the shirt up. "Please, Claire. I need a door to Kentucky. Straight away."

She paused and sighed. "As luck would have it, I made such a door to the place I know you seek. A resurrected preacher would be worth his weight in souls. The door still remains open. Once you walk through though, it will be closed. Why not stay here with me?" Claire smirked.

I tapped the chest where the ankh was. "Fate, Claire. That's why. My fate lies somewhere else with someone else. I have a very bad vibe about this. A very bad vibe."

"May I offer you some advice?" Claire spoke as she led me to the room behind the bar. I had expected some kind of supply room but instead I was met with a room full of doors. It was somewhat trippy. "I've heard whispers in the underworld community about the rise of Lucifer. Demons have been working behind the scenes with some very ambitious humans to raise the devil from his cage. This La Brujería is dangerous, incredibly so. They work with a sister of Lilith. Lamashtu. My beloved aunt and I do not see eye to eye."

I stopped in my tracks. "Does that mean-?"

She laughed. "It does, nephilim. Lilith is my mother. Come to think of it, we do not see eye to eye." Claire waved me over to a faded red, glowing door. "This is the door you seek. If you find what you are looking for and feel the need to come back, I, and my bed, are waiting for you, little Nephilim." She leant down and kissed me, hard, biting my lip in the process. "Good hunting."

I licked my lip where it was bleeding. I shook my head as I walked through the door and out into the arid heat of a small one street town. Dressed in biker boots, jeans and a black corset top, I definitely stood out in this middle of nowhere. I cocked a smirk.

They'd never know what hit them.