An update, finally! My social life went insane and I don't seem to have much time for writting or updating and these things are important! Anyway, Thanks again to EmSyd, my one and only loyal fan.

Chapter 6: Demons

Kate had been gone for three days, for at least one of those she had been within the dampening circle caused by the Angel Child. Davian was desperate to know if she had succeeded, but he had no way to contact her whilst she was close to the Angel Child under his own power. To break through the shield of her presence he would need to use blood power, the life blood of another to give him the strength. He had been reluctant to use it before now, fearing that she would detect him or that a string of bodies with their throats cut and the blood drained from them would attract the attention of a hunter and the last thing that he needed was an unexpected appearance whilst he was distracted.

Now, though, he needed to know, his father was getting impatient for an answer. Davian had stopped just short of telling him that if Meg and their brother had stayed away from John Winchester and if his own father had not taken it upon himself to possess the man, he would not be relying on his weaker son to find the Winchesters and destroy them. Not that Davian did not relish the chance for revenge, the idea of Dean Winchester begging for his life, or his death, appealed to the darkest side of Davian's nature, but his own instinct for self preservation at that point usually kicked in and he avoided doing the job himself. Why die if he could get some flunky to do it for him?

He muttered under his breath as he left the motel room, going in search of the sort of person that would not be missed if he killed them, the last words of his father nagging at the back of his mind. Pathetic, you are truly pathetic. You can't even take revenge on your own. Make sure it is done, Davian, do not return until you are sure. It was not that the words hurt, as such, they were a part of his father's nature, but they hurt his pride and Davian did not like to have that dented. He was the best tracker in the service of his father and their master, a fact that was not lost on anybody, and that his father could treat him so was one sign of why Davian had always been reluctant to go after the Winchesters, if his own father, who was obviously better than him, could not kill them, then what chance did he have?

He rolled down the car window and called out to the hooker on the corner, she sauntered over, plain and unremarkable, and got into the car willingly. It did not matter to her who this strange, yet handsome man, was, just that she got paid, her rent was due tomorrow after all. Davian grinned at her as he turned the car and went to a disused warehouse on the edge of town, certain that they would not be disturbed there.

When they arrived he reached over the seat and pulled the back pack out of the back of the car, then opened the door, beckoning for her to follow, and made his way to the warehouse. She followed him in, shivering slightly in the chill night air, a chill that Davian did not notice. Once inside she stood nervously, a sudden wave of fear hitting her before he backhanded her, hard enough to knock her to the floor, she lay still, terrified as he seemed to drag her to a wall and prop her against it. The last thing that she saw was the silver knife flashing in the torch light, his eyes turning a shade of bottomless black, before pain and finally death took her.

Davian held the bowl beneath the slash, collecting enough to fill it, not daring to waste a drop. Then he sat, cross legged, in front of the dead woman and stared deep into the dark liquid. Carefully he dipped one finger in, coating it, then withdrew it and placed a drop of blood on the tip of his tongue, before drawing circles around his eyes and a line down his forehead, feeling the blood power flow through him as he gazed into the bowl. Searching for Kate. When that came up with nothing he tried a different tactic, he tried to search for Dean Winchester.

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Eve woke up with a start. Something dark and terrible pushed against her mind, screaming at her in the blackness of her room. Dimly she heard Dean's name whispered, followed by a wave of pure malice and evil. It made her feel physically sick and she struggled for control of her stomach.

Some hidden, unknown instinct, took control at that point and she found herself following the feeling back to it's source. It was as though she was looking up from a smaller world, at a man with black on black eyes and a handsome face.

"Who are you?" She breathed, awed, and she left the tiny world and flowed into his mind, knowing that all of the answers were there. His name came to her and she whispered another question.

"Where are you?" To her surprise his mind answered, then seemed to realise she was there. She was ejected from his mind with awesome force and she could feel, rather than hear, him bombarding questions at her. She remained silent, refusing to answer him, fighting not to. She saw him smirk.

"We shall see, Angel Child," he hissed before she was flung from the room to return to her body in a state of dazed amazement.

She took a deep breath and looked around her as she returned. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and was shocked to see that her eyes had changed colour, turned silver and it was not just the iris. The whole eye, pupil and white included, shone with silver light. She closed her eyes, hoping that it was just a bad dream.

"You must go after him, daughter," the melodious voice whispered, "you must destroy him. It is your task, your destiny."

"What's happening to me, father?" She asked in reply, frightened and trying not to show it.

"Did you truly think that you could be the daughter of an angel and not have any of our abilities? Child, I schooled you better than that." His voice held a note of disappointment. "You have come of age by our laws and your abilities have been released, you must now use them for the good of others." Or for your own, for better or worse, evil or good, a choice now faces you. Choose wisely, my child. The words were not said out loud. Eve would have to make the choice alone and unaware of it.

"Will you teach me?" She asked in a small voice.

"I cannot. The knowledge is there in you, it will come when you need it." He left her, then. The choice was hers to make alone.

It's a bit of a filler chapter, but it's important in it's own right. Enjoy and I'll update soon.

Artemis