A/N: I actually quite like this chapter. YAY. That doesn't happen often. Well here we go. Hope you enjoy it. :D

Note: At some random point in the past they figured out it was a demon with yellow eyes that killed Mary.

Chapter 8

They were all sitting in 221B doing different things when Sherlock's phone rang. The ringtone startled them. He picked up the phone and answered it.

"Hello, Sherlock Holmes."

"Sherlock, hi." It was Lestrade.

"What do you want Lestrade?"
"You're needed."

"What's the case?"

"Cases. All over London people, mostly mothers have been killed in house fires."

"Lestrade, I don't do arson cases."

"Not usually no, but you do take interesting cases."

"Get to the point."

"According to the women's husbands they were burned on the ceiling."

"The ceiling?"

"Yes."

Burned on the ceiling eh? "I'll take the case." Sherlock said, hanging up the phone.

Everyone in the flat was looking at him expectantly. Finally John asked "So, what's the case?"

"Women have been burnt on ceilings."

John stared at him flabbergasted "But that's..."

"Exactly..."

"Do you think that it could be..."

"The demon? That's exactly what I think."

"But why would it be back now? It's been 22 years!"

"I don't know why now... but whatever the reason is it can't be good."

"No shit Sherlock!"

"Do you want to continue this or see if we can find the demon?"

"I see your point. Let's go."

As they were leaving Deanna smiled and said "Allons-y." Very loudly. Sam mentally face palmed.

"We aren't in Doctor who Deanna!"

"I never said we were!"

"Right..."

When they arrived at the crime scene they found a very timid man outside. He was crying and shaking. Sam went up to him. "Hello I'm Sam, I'm working on this case. Can you tell me what happened?" He said gently.

The man looked up at Sam scanning his face for any sign that he could be lying. Finding no sign of it the man nodded and began his story.

"Well it was the night of my son's six month birthday. We'd just put him to bed and gone to our bedroom to read. We heard him crying over the baby monitor, she said that she'd take care of it."

The man broke down crying. Sam awkwardly tried to comfort him. After a while the man finally stopped crying.

"After she'd been gone for a while I heard her scream over the monitor. I rushed into the room but I couldn't see her. That's when I noticed the blood. Blood had fallen onto the floor. I looked up and saw her there. Her stomach was sliced open, I thought maybe there was still a chance, maybe I could get her down and save her. But then the ceiling burst into flames and I knew there was no chance. I grabbed my son and ran outside. Shortly after our six year old adopted daughter ran out. She was so shaken up by it, muttering about demons and the supernatural. I just couldn't seem to calm her down."

Sherlock went over to join Sam with the man and said "Do you mind if I interview your daughter?"

"You can try, but she hasn't been making a lot of sense lately."

Sherlock nodded and walked over to the man's daughter. The daughter took one look at Sherlock and immediately panicked. Deanna pushed past Sherlock to the girl and mouthed at him 'I'll handle this.'

She knelt down beside the girl and ran a hand through the girls hair.

"Hello, my name's Deanna. What's yours?"

"I'm- I'm Ella." The girl stuttered.

"That's a lovely name Ella. Would you mind telling me what happened last night?"

Ella looked at the ground sadly. "You'll never believe me."

"Try me."

"It's silly."

"Please Ella, just tell me."

"Okay. The smoke woke me and I went to see where it was coming from. It came from my mummy's room. She was on the ceiling, burning. But there was this man there."

"A man? Can you describe him?"

"I couldn't see him very well through all the smoke, all I could make out was his eyes. They were terrifying."

"What were his eyes like?"

"Yellow. The man had yellow eyes."

"Did you see where he went?"

"No, he just disappeared when he noticed me. After that I ran outside."

"I believe you."

"No one does." She said sadly.

"Ella, I believe you 100%. And you know why I believe you 100%?"

"No, why?"

"Because I know you're telling the truth. A man with yellow eyes killed my mum as well."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Deanna said choking back tears. Even though it'd been 22 years she still missed her mum. The ache of losing her never left her.

Sherlock grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from Ella. As Deanna was being dragged away, she waved bye to Ella.

"What did you find out?"

"It was the demon."

"You're certain of this?"

"99% sure."

After taking a look at the crime scene they had gone back to Baker St. They now knew that the yellow eyed demon was behind this. Next step, find out where it's going next. All of them had their laptops out and were doing research.

Suddenly Sam collapsed to the ground holding his head. Deanna was instantly at her brother's side. "Sammy? Sammy, are you okay? Talk to me Sammy!"

Sam remained unresponsive on the ground. "Dad! Help!"

John looked up from his computer and assessed the situation. He ran over to Sam and checked his vital signs, relieved that they were all normal.

"He'll be fine Deanna."

"Thank goodness!"

Sam came to and looked up to see Deanna watching him rather anxiously.

"What happened?"

"You tell me. Jesus Sam, you scared me half to death. You just collapsed!"

"It was weird. My head started hurting, like really badly. Then it was like I was dreaming except I was awake."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure. I saw this house. The one across the road. It was on fire and the demon was there."

"What?"

"I don't know it was weird."

"Tell me!"

John stepped in and said "Wait Sam. Do you think you had a vision?"
"I don't know dad. I honestly don't know. Maybe it's worth staking out their house through, just to be safe."

"Yes, just to be safe."

That night they staked out the building. All seemed normal to begin with. They started to hear some banging and then a scream. They all knew that it was time. Just before they ran inside John handed Sam a gun.

"This gun can kill anything. Don't miss."

Sam nodded and took the gun. They ran inside the building and up the stairs. Inside they found a man who was very pissed off to find some strange men and a girl in his house. Deanna just grabbed him and dragged him outside while the others went to find yellow eyes.

Sam led them into a bedroom. Inside the room was a woman who had been pushed up against the wall. In front of her was a man, a man with yellow eyes. None of them could make out the man's features but they knew those eyes. Sam pulled out the gun and fired. Unfortunately the demon vanished before the bullet hit it.

"What is going on?" The woman yelled hysterically.

"Take her outside Sherlock, I'll get her kid."

John and Sherlock led the woman outside. Sam picked up her baby from it's crib. No sooner than he did that the crib erupted in flames. Sam ran out of the building with the woman's child. Once out and safe Sam gave her her child.

"You saved us!"

"It was no trouble."

"But how did you know we were in danger?"

"We heard a scream."

"Well thanks for saving us. We owe you one."

"You're welcome. Goodnight now."

They left as the family called the fire department. They went up the stairs and back into Baker St. It was annoying that they had failed to kill the demon, but at least they'd saved that family. Almost as soon as they got back into 221B everyone's laptops were out. They were back to square one.

Well they were back to square one until Deanna's phone went off.

Come to the swimming pool. Now preferably. I'll be waiting.

"Guys? I got a strange text."

Sam went over and looked at Deanna's phone. He laughed. "It's probably from one of the guys you hooked up with. No big deal. Just go, what are you afraid of?"

Deanna left the flat. She made sure to hide a gun in her pocket though... you know just to be safe

Deanna stood alone next to the swimming pool. She knew the swimming pool from Sherlock's stories. It was where he had first met Moriarty. The room was freezing. Deanna shivered despite having her trusty leather jacket on.

Out of nowhere someone came in. Deanna didn't recognise them but assumed that they were most likely who'd sent her that text.

"Oh hello Deanna." The man said in a sing song Irish accent. "Now I'm sure you have some burning questions to ask. Well ask away!"

"Who are you?"

"All in good time."

"Was it you? Did you kill Mary and Jess?"

"Yes." The man said proudly with an evil smile plastered on his face. It sickened Deanna.

"Why?"

"It was all part of my plan, silly little squirrel. But I'm not stupid enough to tell you my plan, you'd only think of a way to foil it. Besides, those little pests were in my way."

The man stopped talking and quickly walked up to Deanna.

"You could join me, you know. Join the dark side. I could bring back Mary and Jess, your family could be whole again. All you'd have to do is side with me."

"No way! I'm not betraying my family."

The man's grin faded. He grabbed Deanna by the shoulders and slammed her into the wall.

"Stupid girl. You could've had it all but you're going to give it up for that pathetic excuse of a family? I thought I sensed potential in you Deanna but I guess I was wrong. I guess you're ordinary just like everyone else, shame too."

Deanna pushed him away and pulled a shotgun out of her jacket. She aimed it at his head with her hand on the trigger.

"Who are you?"

The man touched his heart in mock disappointment.

"Who am I? I'm disappointed in you Deanna, haven't you worked it out yet?"

Deanna shifted her weight and growled "Who are you?"

"Quite frankly I'm shocked that you don't already know. Hasn't Sherlock told you all of his stories about me? Hasn't he told you anything?"

"Tell me who you are!"

"Me? I'm your worst nightmare. I, Deanna, am what lurks in the unlit flames. I am what's hiding under your bed. I am the monster that you fear you'll become. You wanna know my name?"

He paused dramatically. "My name is Azazel. After all, I can't keep calling myself Moriarty now can I?"

A/N: DUN DUN DUN! cliffhanger. I shall explain nothing until the next chapter MWAHAHAAHAHHAHA. R&R