The question asked in order

To save her life or take it

The answer "No" to avoid death

The answer "Yes" would make it, make it

Do you believe in God?

Written on the bullet

Say yes to pull the trigger

Do you believe in God?

Written on the bullet

And Cassie pull the trigger

All heads are bowed in silence

To remember her last sentence, she answered him

Knowing what would happen

Her last words still hanging in the air, in the air

Do you believe in God?

Written on the bullet

Say yes to pull the trigger

Do you believe in God?

Written on the bullet

And Cassie pull the trigger

~Flyleaf- Cassie

My heart started pounding with anticipation when Dora and I stood in front of Dr. Hahl's room. I have to be really careful in there, or I could give myself away. If Dr. Hahl is in fact, a demon.

"Dr. Hahl? I have Cassandra Slade here for group." Dora called. He or she must've nodded their consent, because I failed to hear anyone speak.

The walls of the room were cream colored, and were adorned with photos of patients and newspaper articles.

"Good afternoon, Cassandra." said a female voice. "You're right on time." I located the source of the sound, and was vaguely surprised to see such a pretty face. Dark hair and light skin, cat-green eyes, slim legs and a perfect nose. Crap, she's hot. I mentally slapped myself for that instant male reaction.

I was actually embarrassed by my appearance. I prided myself on my own clean and porcelain skin, but her dark hair complemented her's so well that she just made me look like I had psoriasis or something.

"I'm Doctor Hahl, and welcome to group therapy." she said, flashing near-perfect teeth.

"Sup." I said with little enthusiasm. Stay cool now.

She beckoned for me to sit, and I chose a spot far from the others in the circle. Lo, and behold, Riddler and Joker sat at her feet, peering up her skirt and snickering. Uggh.

The patient closest to me had a bored expression. He was skinny, and lean, and had a mop of wavy brown hair atop his head that any girl would approve of. Suddenly he looked straight at me. His eyes! They were like freakin' freeze-beams! In fact, they were so icy blue that I actually had a shiver crawl it's way down my spine.

And he was lovely.

We were then joined by Harley who was greeted with a "Hiya Harley-girl!" by Joker. She grinned and took her place beside him. They were both creepy, but they definitely made a cute couple.

Therapy began. Dr. Hahl greeted everyone formally and began to introduce everyone to me.

"Cassandra this is Edward-" Hahl began.

"I prefer the Riddler." he interrupted.

"-Edward Nigma, Harleen Quinzel, or Harley Quinn. This is the Joker, no other name, and last but not least," she gestured to Blue-eyes, "is Jonathan Crane."

He didn't look up, but I could see him jerk a little at him name. Dr. Hahl began asking the others questions and we sat and listened. They were pretty simple questions like "How was your day?" and whatnot.

So far, she seemed human, but then the possessed usually do.

"Cassie, how about you tell us about why you're here." Hahl asked me.

"I was mistaken for doing something bad by Batman and now I'm here." I replied. "No other explanation needed."

"It says here that you are under the impression that you hunt supernatural creatures." she said.

"I do hunt the supernatural, it's just that no one believes in anything anymore."

"What type of creatures do you hunt?"

"Mostly ghosts, monsters, demons," I paused to look up at her, "and more recently, vampires. There are plenty more, but I can't list them all now."

"There's no such thing as monsters and demons." Dr. Hahl "It's not possible."

"And why not?" I inquired.

"Because there's-"

"Do you believe in God, Dr. Hahl?" I interrupted.

She hesitated. "I, well...y-yes, but that's not the point."

"Yes it is. If you believe there's a God, then why can't there be demons?"

"I don't-"

"Even demons know there's a God, Dr. Hahl. Is this really so hard to believe?" She gave no response. "So that's that." I finished. "Anyone else wanna go?"

Frankie's POV

Frankie winced a little and he chewed off the last of his thumbnail. A small bead of blood welled up and he wiped it on his jeans. Glancing from the clock to Valerie, he leaned back in his chair.

"Cassie should've been here, hours ago." he grumbled at Valerie. "What if she got caught?"

"If she escaped we'd see something on the news." Sarah answered instead. "If we don't, Val will go back to Arkham and see what's up."

"But for now, lets prepare for our attack on the nest. Not much that's tougher to beat than a nest full of vampires." Valerie said.

"Ya think?"

"I know." He grinned.

They didn't reach the abandoned building until an hour before sunrise. Vampire's don't burst into flame in the sunlight, but it's supposed to hurt like a mother. Frankie snickered.

"What?" Sarah asked.

He just shook his head.

He turn his eyes upward and re-read the sign, its once dark paint was now faded and chipping. Gotham City High School, it said. The three stood in front. Watching. Waiting.

"Alright, they're asleep by now, so lets split up." Valerie ordered.

"Ooh, splitting up, very original." Sarah jeered playfully.

"Shut it, Sarah."

"Guys, seriously, focus." Frankie snapped. "Now move!"

No one could have seen Frankie enter the hazardous high school. Once Frankie was in stealth mode, he seemed to melt into the night. Getting in was easy enough, and he had no trouble staying quiet, but he had a truly awful feeling that he was being followed. He whirled around to check, ready for any attack, but all that was behind him was the darkness. He shrugged it off, blaming his nerves.

Meanwhile…

The crumbling halls were empty and cold, completely devoid of life, making Valerie very uneasy. She hoped that this would all be over quickly, with as little a mess as possible.

The room marked Cafeteria was probably a good place to start. She glanced inside, and was suddenly overcome with shock and disgust. Sprawled out on floors and tables, were the remains of what she assumed were once people. Most were freshly dead, their throats and bellies exposed, and glistening red. Absolutely horrendous.

"Why hasn't the smell hit me yet?" she wondered "Ah, there it is." She smiled darkly, trying not to gag.

She drew in a deep breath and turned about. For a moment, she didn't realize the danger she was in, but the nanosecond she did, she didn't even have time to gasp when she suddenly found herself on her back, staring up at a garishly with face, with hungry eyes staring back at her. Whoops.

Frankie's POV

At last, Frankie had found their room. He thought's he never would in this monster of a building. He gave Sarah, whom he had just met up with only a second ago, the signal to get ready.

The vampires slept in cots mostly. None of that coffin or hanging form the ceiling crap. They sleep just like humans do, just not nocturnally. Even a few hammocks were gently rocking the dozing blood pirates.

Although the windows of the room were all boarded up, a pale light poured through the spaces between them, sprinkling the vampires with tiny sparks, like fireflies. This serene picture almost made the vamps look like peaceful creatures, though Frankie and Sarah definitely knew better.

Frankie too, had a katana just like his little sister, but his had belonged to their father. Cassie had always envied him for it, but she got along well with her own. He drew it out and walked over to the nearest vamp. He stood executioner style, with his feet apart, arms raised high and blade in hand.

He hesitated. It was never a good thing to behead someone, vampire or not, but it had to be done. He had brought his katana downward only a fraction, when he suddenly no longer held the blade in his hands. A flying object had been thrown from the far side of the room and knocked the sword away and made a loud clank on impact. The combo of the clank, and the thump made when the blade hit the floor, jumpstarted the last thing Frankie wanted to happen. Every vampire in was now awake.

Furious, he threw a look in the direction of which the flying object had originated. His fury tuned to shock as he recognized the thrower.

It was Batman.

Alrighty, I'll make another chapter soonish, and it'll wrap up Frankie and his issues. Then we'll get the giggles when Cassie has a few moments with Crane!! Mehehe…