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In the darkness in front of me, there was the faint outline of a face.

A face, with two purple eyes.

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The thing with the purple eyes moved forwards, out of the shadows. It was André. At first I didn't recognize him, because he was so dirty. He was usually very vain and conscious about his appearance, but his usually gelled blonde hair was sticking up in strange places. His face was covered in dirt, and his shirt was in shreds. His jeans had been ripped off above the knees, and his mouth was twisted into a feral snarl. His eyes were bright purple, and they were darting about nervously.

He was crouched low to the ground, using his hands as well as his feet to move forwards. He growled at me, and it was wrong. André was right in front of me, and the growling seemed to come from all around me. A wild look at my surroundings told me that I was in a simple wooden hut. There was a door, and I could see the moon through the single, glassless window.

I tried to shift backwards, but I hit something. Something cold. I turned to see Emmett lying on his stomach. His only clothes were his tattered boxers, and there was a faint purple glow around his wrists and ankles.

"Katie…" it was the voice from my dream. I spun around to look at André again. His face was inches from mine, his purple eyes boring into mine. I squeezed them shut, hoping that I would wake up and find Seth sleeping next to me. I could smell André's breath. It smelled like raw meat.

"Katie…" he hissed. "Your ours now." I opened my eyes to see him grinning, and I could see his teeth. My eyes widened when I saw that they had been filed into points. "Your ours now." His voice was a raspy whisper. "And were not letting you go, no we're not. You'll be our mate now. For ever."

Why was he talking about 'we'? As far as I knew, Emmett and him were the only people in here... And 'mate'? in his dreams!

"We've wanted you for a long time, haven't we..." his eyes never left mine. "We followed you we did, and you went to the bloodsuckerssss." He hissed. "The dog never left you, so we distracted the rest of them, we did." He let out a cackling laugh. "They fought themselves. We didn't even have to do anything, no, we're smart, we are."

He turned suddenly, like he had heard something behind him. "What? Someone's near… We'll get them, we will. And then we'll eat them." He made his way to the door, muttering to himself. "The other meat is running out… We need fresh meat. The rabbits and the rats are no good… we deserve better, we do." He moved like a human/gorilla hybrid, his fists scraping against the floor. He touched the door, and a faint purple haze surrounded it. It swung open, and I could hear him muttering as he moved away from the hut. The door seemed to slam itself, and the purple light shimmered over it for a second.

I spun around to take a look at Emmett. He was laying on his stomach, and I struggled to turn him over. He was almost as dirty as André had been. He didn't struggle as I moved him, he just looked at me. His eyes looked black in the dim light, and I edged away.

"Katie…" He rasped, his usually strong voice sounding fragile and weak. "Is that you?"

"Y…Yes." I answered. "Emmett… have you fed lately?" I asked, thinking about what could happen if he hadn't.

"I've been getting some blood from the small animals he brings. The rats in here are a bonus." He smiled weakly. "It's not nearly enough, but it'll do. It's hard to catch them when I'm tied like this. What are you doing here?"

" I was asleep, at my house. Seth was with me though...I hope he's okay."

"You're in the clutches of a crazy demon, and you're worried about him?" he laughed weakly. "You must really love him."

"I..." and i found that i really did love him. It had taken a vampire and a bloodthirsty demon to get me to realize it, but i was in love with Seth. "Yes. I do love him." the thought gave me strength as i looked worriedly at Emmett. "You're tied up? With what?" He was a vampire, why couldn't he get out of whatever was holding him?

He smiled grimly. "I'm not sure."

I looked at him, confused.

"He's not human anymore. Not fully anyway."

"Well what is he then?"

"I didn't know they actually existed. They're part of an old vampire horror story. Our only worthy opponent, they called them. No one ever believed the story." he laughed bitterly. "If only we knew."

"What is it?" I asked, entranced.

"Your friend. His name was…?"

"André."

"He's been possessed."

"By what?"

"A demon."

"Are you sure?" I asked doubtfully.

"Yes. Demons travel the earth. They're invisible to most people, vampires, and werewolves, while they are without a body. But there are some who can see them in their pure essence. You have to understand something." he said. "Demons are pure evil. They are not like vampires or werewolves, who can choose to be good or bad. And once a person has seen one, he goes crazy." He closed his eyes briefly, remembering something. "I saw a person like that once. He was one of Carlisle's patients. Before he saw the demon, he was a bit strange. He would see things that no one else could see. Ghosts. All of the shrinks he went to said he was a lunatic. But he wasn't. Not until he saw the demon, anyway.

He shuddered.

"He was in the hospital. It was before we moved to Forks, we were living in the south of New Zealand, because there was lots of cloud cover there. He was fine before, but he had a seizure of some kind. He screamed and screamed until he couldn't say anything anymore. He said things like 'It's after me' and 'They're everywhere'. Of course, at the time I had no idea what it was. But I'm fairly sure Carlisle knew."

"Why are demons so dangerous?" I asked.

"Demons are the most powerful beings there are. They hardly ever possess someone, because they can't possess anyone unless their heart is weak."

"Like…if they're going to have a heart attack?"

"No, no. More like if they're… how to explain it… if someone was always picked on, and his biggest dream was to hurt someone, then the demon would lure the person with promises of revenge. Because the person has to accept the demon before it can enter him or her. Usually they get people who want something so badly, they're willing to give up their soul for it."

"…Like selling your soul to the devil." I whispered.

Emmett nodded at me. "That's where the story comes from. Help me sit up, I can barely move like this."

I struggled with him for a moment, trying to lean him against the wall of the hut. Once he was a bit more comfortable, he continued.

"Demons are so dangerous…because they use magic. They are the only beings that have mastered it. See the purple glow around my ankles?" he asked. "That's magic. If you look closely, you can see the glow around the window and the door. He's blocked all of the exits."

"But…" one thing had been bothering me in particular. "Why did André get possessed? Of all people, why him?"

"I don't know." He answered honestly. "He must have wanted something badly. Something he was obsessive about."

With a sinking feeling in my stomach I remembered the room in his house. "Me." I whispered. "He wants me."

I stood up and paced around the small hut, stretching my legs. I walked to the small window, and tried to put my hand out of it. there was a small flash of purple light, and my hand went numb. I walked away, massaging the feeling back into my hand, and thinking about what Emmett had told me. André wanted me so badly, he was willing to give up his soul for me. That was disturbing. Very disturbing. I was so lost in thought that I didn't see the dark shape on the floor, and I tripped over it.

"Dammit." I stood up, and looked at what I had tripped over. I couldn't tell what it was, but it smelled bad, and it was where most of the flies were buzzing around.

"Emmett?" I called. "What's this?" I asked, just as I realized what it was.

I stumbled back to where Emmett was propped up against the wall, looking at what I had found. It was a carcass. A lump of rotting flesh. More disturbingly, it was a human sized lump of rotting flesh.

"Emmett? Is that what I think it is?" I asked in wide eyed horror.

"It's a dead body. The demon said something about it's cousin. I suppose that's what it is."

I had a flashback of Bella saying "He went out with a cousin, but they should have been back yesterday". My stomach heaved as I remembered him saying something about fresh meat, and I remembered the smell of his breath in my face. It was too much for me. I ran to a corner of the hut and threw up over the floor.

I collapsed next to Emmett, a sour taste burning the back of my throat. Just as I sat down, the door glowed purple, and André came through it, a huge bloody mass in his arms. "Look what we got…" my eyes widened in horror as I recognized the black hair and the single blue eye that was cracked open. "We've got food now…"

That was really short, I know… but next chappie is in Seth's POV. Yay! (it will be more exciting, I promise.)

the other story:

HA! I just had the best idea! …can some of yew Scots help me out? I need to find an interesting Scottish myth or legend… something like the Loch Ness monster… aye?