Aya isn't very conspicuous except for the fact that she has a book in her hand once six o'clock hits. True to his word, Blood enters the shop barely a second after the clock changed and the leftover "costumers" left the store with or without their purchases. Aya sits still, reading her book in the blonde wig and blue lens as he brings a chair up and sets next to her. "So you're the pretty girl that's been asking about me." It isn't a question, and even if it were, Aya doesn't feel obligated to answer shit coming from him.

"And you're the handsome lad who pissed me off," she says in reply, keeping her voice light and casual. Blood gives a smile, and Aya takes all of him in with one glance. He doesn't look like he'd be in charge around this area of Detroit. He actually looks like some jackass knock off dealer, weird ass facial hair included. She turns the page. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your acquaintance? Well, I'm lying. The hellish feeling of being scrutinized and downgraded with every word and twitch of the lip that counts as a smile but looks like a sneer?"

Blood laughs, and Aya glares at her book for a moment. "Pull the mask off honey. I'm only here to give you what you want. Death."

"I want death, true. So how shall I kill you? Slit your throat? Execution?"

"Not my death, doll," he says, and she feels something within her rise like a cobra. "You death. Now, we aren't allowed to bring firearms inside this pretty place, so you can either die by blade or go outside to a nice surprise. I don't give a shit how you die; I give a shit that you die." He lights a cigarette and Aya feels the need to burn him with either items. He leans back. "So what will it be?"

"Let's not drag this out, Blood," she says simply. Her eyes flick up at him, and she eases the book closed. "I'm here for one reason. You wanted me to find that trail." He seems surprised for just a minute before a grin spreads. "You're going to die tonight, Blood. You're going to be with Abby once again, and I'm going to be here, living my normal life." She looks around to find three people standing in his group. "And from the looks of it... You're death is going to be sooner."

Blood takes a glance around before his eyes widen. Aya smirks. "You really should be a bit more observant. Not to mention just plain smarter in general." She pulls out a small pistol. "Sorry, Blood. But I'm not going to feel bad without you in the world." Aya pulls the trigger, releases, then pulls again. As she does, someone comes up from the counter with a shotgun, firing off at the final three. Aya stands quickly, taking off as one of the three manages a shot at the one behind the counter.

She takes off, running her short little legs into the alleyway behind the store. She pulls her hood over her face, continuing her long run to the safe point where she plans to hide out for the next twenty four hours. She feels like a piece of her has been restored, and smiles like the fool she is as she runs as far as she has to before entering the main street to seem like as much of a normal person as she is.

Jack sits in Aya's room, reading one of her many, many books. She checked it out a week ago, and he regrets reading it. A fucked up love story in his opinion. I mean, why would she want to read about a brother and sister falling in love while fighting demons? It's stupid and dumb. Of course, she finished the rest of the series in a week, so it can't be so bad. He sighs, looking out of her window.

Bobby said it was best not to go after Aya. Angel agreed, and Jerry just rolled with it. Jack wants to go right now, but knows he won't stand a chance without his brothers. Especially not against Aya. He hears a knock on her door, and looks up. Bobby peeks in. He looks at the book that Jack's reading and snorts. "Still reading those books Aya reads? She's going to be back by tomorrow, she said so."

"I believe her. Tomorrow just isn't now, Bobby," Jack says. "I'm ready for her to be home. For us to be a family again. She's part of us." He looks down at the book. "Besides, it isn't like we're going to have a clue what she's talking about when she gets back. Probably read a billion of books either as fucked up as this or more. I mean, who the hell falls in love with their biological sister?"

"Not much better than their adopted sister," he comments back. Jack glares at him. "Hey, don't get pissed off at me. It isn't my fault that went around kissing her. I'm sure she feels the same away about it." He sits on her bed, looking around. "She'll be happy to be back in here."

"As if she probably doesn't come in here every night, man," Angel says, entering the room. "Shit, probably brings that Mark guy with her too." He sits on the floor, leaning against her bed as Jerry leans against the wall. "Then again,he's probably pretty used to our house by now."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Bobby asks, glaring hard at Angel.

"What do you think?" Angel retorts as Jack buries himself in the next book. "Bastard has probably been in here more than enough. Knows his way in and out without any of us noticing." Bobby keeps his glare. "Hey, it bothers me too, but she is a teenage girl."

"A teenage girl who doesn't do shit like that," Bobby growls back. "Not everyone is like La Vida Loca." Angel glares back and Jerry cuts in before it's a pissing war.

"What're we going to do when she gets back? Throw a party, punish her, or give her the Mercer Silent Treatment?"

"Silent sounds nice. Haven't done that one in a while," Bobby says thoughtfully, ignoring the purpose subject change. "After that, probably no cell phone, no leaving the house without Jackie, and definitely no participation in movie night for three weeks."

"Damn, that's mean, Bobby," Angel says with a grin. "Let's do it." The brothers continue small banter after that, and Jackie begins to understand Aya's reason for liking the series.

They actually weren't siblings.

Aya walks up the driveway at eleven fifty-seven to the Mercer household. She breathes on her hands, attempting to shake the chill away before knocking on the front door. Or, well, almost knocking on the front door. She breathes on her hands, rubbing them together as she sits on the chair. Evelyn is probably the only one awake and she has three minutes to herself what to say before she has to knock on the door. Well, two now.

She pulls her coat around herself tighter, wishing she'd actually worn a shirt instead of her bra. She looks down at her watch, before getting up. You can do it, she tells herself. It's your family and you're coming back after a break that involved breaking a lot of laws. Come one, knock on the fucking... door.

Aya gasps as she hears two loud banging noises and feels a pain in her torso. She falls to her knees before the door opens, another bang easily heard. Dark strands block some of Aya's hair, and she falls to the side, landing in someone's arms. She tries to move her head, only to find herself losing feeling as those strands become blobs of blurs.

"Get her in the car, Jack!"

"Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit."

"Bobby, we can't stop the bleeding."

"Her heart is slowing down."

"Get her in the fucking car, Jack! Angel, shut up. Jerry, keep calm!"

Aya laughs at the irony, paining herself even more. One of those fuckers got her back after all. She briefly remember being dragged into the car before driving off from home again.

Just as I was about to return to the Mercers... I return to you, mom, Collin.