Twenty-five year old Tiffany Turner had seen a lot in her years as a hunter. However, none of that could compare to trying to care for five year old twins. She had become a big time fashion designer after she married the love of her life and they gave up their old lifestyle. After she found out she was pregnant, she slowed down and began preparing for the new additions to their family. The last official act of her hunting career was casting a spell on one of their old handguns. This spell caused any bullet fired from it to kill any and all supernatural beings, including and especially demons.

Meanwhile, Tim had made a name for himself in Hollywood. He had produced a handful of successful feature films before pitching his greatest work: a television series loosely based on his and his wife's experiences on the road. The show was called: 'Paranormal', and had become an overnight ratings smash, pulling in millions of viewers and making money hand over fist in ad sales and merchandising. With the show being shot in Toronto, and his office based in Dimmsdale, he was home every night in time to have dinner with the family he always wanted.

Things had been good for them. They had even taken the occasional case when it was local, and they could clean it up in an orderly fashion. It was mostly small stuff: a Woman in White in Brightburg, a Rakshasa in Sacramento, and a Banshee in San Jose. All were fairly easy clean ups, and they were home in time to tuck the kids into bed. There were reports of demonic omens in and around Dimmsdale in the days prior to the dilemma with Tammy, but they shrugged it off as overlap with any demon within a twenty mile radius.

The problems with their daughter Tammy had escalated to the point of violence, and his talk with her in the park seemed to ease tensions a bit, but not enough. Tammy and Tootie continued to have a strained relationship, and even AJ couldn't solve this one. The first session had been the first time he had seen the Turners since high school graduation, but he had followed their exploits through his aunt (their mentor) Loretta. In his opinion, nothing was wrong, just a case of normal jealousy. She wanted to take her mother's place in the role of wife, nothing more.

However, he sensed that something was seriously wrong deep in the little girl's subconscious. She would tell of very vivid, extremely violent fantasies of how she would murder her mother to take her place. AJ couldn't specify the mental disorder, but he prescribed various cocktails of anti-depressants to see if they would have an effect. None of them did.

"I know it's a last resort, but you could try a mental institution, for a trial period anyway." he had told them after his most recent session with the girl.

"You know Tootie and I appreciate you doing this for us AJ, but I can't do that. She's my daughter, and I won't commit her until all of our options are exhausted." Tim told him. He flat out refused to put either of his children through that. Tootie was lukewarm to the idea, but she also didn't want her daughter to turn out like her aunt before she got the help she desperately needed.

After AJ returned to Washington, with a promise to return and help any way he could, the two decided to put the topic on the shelf, as it was causing a lot of stress on them that they didn't need, especially with Tootie now working from home as well as their son's well being. He was frightened by his twin, and refused to stay in the same room with her for more then five minutes. It had gone as far as him moving to a guest bedroom downstairs to keep himself safe.

The tension was mounting day by day, as the verbal assault from the young girl kept escalating. Tootie tried to remain calm, but the insults and profanities kept intensifying to the point where she lost patience with her daughter. After being called a 'slut' and a 'selfish bitch', Tootie finally slapped the girl across the mouth. It just so happened that Tim had heard the whole fight, and scolded his daughter as she slunk off to her room.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" he asked, consoling her.

"What do you think? I just slapped my own child! I swore that I would never lay a hand on any of my kids!" she sobbed. Her husband wrapped her up in a comforting hug, and they sat at the table trying to figure out what they could do with her.

Up in her room, Tammy massaged her jaw, as her eyes turned an icy blue. She cackled softly, her plan was going picture perfect. She was driving her dear old mother insane, and driving a wedge between her and Tim. All she needed to do was continue the pressure, and find a way to get rid of the sniveling loser that was her brother, and her plan would be complete.

Over the next week, everything was a roller coaster ride. One moment Tammy was the ideal daughter, then the next she was an unholy terror to her mother. Meanwhile, she tried to get to the 'hero gun' her mother had supposedly created, but couldn't find it. She brushed it off as nothing more than myth. She continued to take out her frustrations on everyone except her father.

Tim had been busy himself, preparing the climactic season finale to his show, and had been distracted. Finally the show was in the can, and he could spend real quality time with his family. Once night, he was going to check on Tammy, who had been suspiciously quiet in the aftermath of a near disastrous dinner. He had gotten to the cracked open door, and was about to knock when he heard a maniacal laugh emanating from her tiny throat.

He was horrified when she began slowly dancing around her room, chanting as if performing a ritual. He nearly fainted when he saw her eyes change to that icy blue, and he knew that she was possessed. He raced down to the living room, and quietly called a befuddled Tootie outside to the back patio.

"Tammy's…possessed!" he panted. His mind was spinning, his vision swimming, his body threatening to shut down on him.

"WHAT?!" she screamed, before he forcefully clamped a hand over her mouth. Her amethyst eyes wide with shock, and her heart beating as fast as a cheetah in her chest.

He told her everything he saw going on in her room. Both were horrified at the thought that a demon would attack them in their own home. However, both soon remembered the warning they received from that demon that possessed Vicky. The question now was: is this the big bad boss demon that was gunning for them?

They sat at the patio table, eyeing the back door to make sure they weren't being watched, and tried to formulate a plan on how best to deal with the problem, while not harming their daughter. This was new territory for them. The closest a demon had come to this type of attack was with Vicky, but now this was their own child on the line. None of their normal methods sounded like viable options, so they had to get creative.

"Timmy, we have to do something! You and I both know that it's worse on a child to be possessed as opposed to an adult. We would be doing Tammy a terrible disservice if we treated her with kid gloves because of her age." she began, trying to hold back tears. "I know we know nothing about this demon, but we've faced worse, and came out alive and well. We not only can do this, we have to do this. Not just for Tammy, but for ourselves and Tommy!"

Tim had a thoughtful look on his face, and was weighing his/their options. He didn't want to hurt his child, so the Desert Eagle, or 'hero gun' was out. The other thing was that this demon seemed smart enough to avoid the Devil's Traps and Key of Solomon they had placed around the house. This was the toughest enemy they've faced in a long time.

"Well, what do you think honey?" she asked, breaking his concentration.

"Honestly babe, you totally needed to be jamming to 'Eye of the Tiger' there." he responded with a grin.

"Oh bite me Timothy, and not in the good way either!" she snarled back. He thanked his lucky stars that she didn't haul off and slug him. She had been known to do that when she thought he wasn't taking a situation seriously.

"Seriously Toot, we either go in smart or take things slow. I don't want to risk Tommy getting caught in the crossfire. Can you get him out, and get to the weapons cache safely?" he asked, this time deadly serious.

"I think I can, so long as she stays upstairs. That means you're the bait this time." she responded with a small smirk.

He nodded, and the two stealthily moved inside the house. She silently made her way to a sleeping Tommy's room and scooped him up. As Tim mouthed 'Go!' she slowly opened the front door and ran down the street to her parents' house. After informing them of the situation and leaving him in their care, she hauled ass back to the house, but swung through the back yard to make her entrance there. She enters, and takes position behind Tim.

At the entrance to the living room, he gives her a series of hand signals, and she peels off for the cache they built into the hall closet. Meanwhile, he moves silently up the stairs, taking it step by step and wishing he had a non-lethal weapon on him.

At the top, he looks back and sees that Tootie had arrived at the landing carrying a large bag of rock salt and a couple of ten inch iron bars. He tiptoes down the hall towards his old bedroom and reaches for the knob. He can hear the trademark giggle, and knows she is still in the room. Before he enters, he feels the slender yet strong hand of his wife give his shoulder a gentle squeeze, telling him to proceed with caution. They share a soulful look before walking in.

They find the room dark, save for a couple of lit vanilla scented pillar candles on the nightstand. Sitting cross legged in the middle of the lavender throw rug she picked out herself, was Tammy; eyes closed as if meditating. The parents look at one another before venturing further into the room. Suddenly, the door slams shut behind them, though neither touched it. That was standard operating procedure for a demon, trying to scare its victim. However, these were no ordinary humans, so it didn't phase them that much.

"Tammy, sweetie, can we talk to you for a…OOFF!" Tim began; the last part was a groan of pain from being supernaturally flung into the far wall. A similar sound escapes his wife's lips a split second later. He tried in vain to peel himself off the painted plaster, but the strength of the hold was amazing even to him. Slowly rising to her feet, the young Turner smirks and blinks, her eyes that icy blue again. She slowly saunters over to her father, while totally ignoring her mother, and stares up at him.

"Oh daddy, you know we can talk anytime you want." she says in an icy, sing-song voice. He doesn't like the emphasis she put on on the word 'daddy'. The demon inside her body wants to let her hands roam his fit body, but the little girl trapped inside fights it.

"Daddy! Mommy! Help me! Please!" she pleads in her normal voice, her eyes quickly flashing. They finally turn back to blue, and she shakes her head.

"Oops, a little slip of the tongue there daddy." she says, the frost back in her voice. She snickers, seeing the look of rage in his eyes.

"What the Hell have you done to my daughter you bitch?!" both parents scream in unison. The girl lifts her hand towards Tootie, causing her to cry out from the invisible crushing force on her chest, before she passes out.

"Leave her alone! Whatever this is, it's apparently between you and me!" he growls. She turns back to the hunter with a sadistic smile that scares the man. He's seen that smile before, but can't remember where or when.

"You're right, this is between you and me Timmy." she snarls. His eyes go wide with shock, as it all comes together like a sharp slap to the face. The eyes, the smirk, the way she called him by his old nickname…it all fits perfectly, but he didn't want to admit it.

"No…it can't be." he starts, swallowing hard. "Veronica?" he asks quietly. She smirks and teases a kiss, before pulling away to look at him.

"In the flesh, well your daughter's meat suit anyway. You two took my real body away when you salted and burned it. Guess what, it didn't work!" she says, before cutting loose a sinister laugh.

He struggles against her hold on him, trying desperately to get down, get to his wife, and exorcise the bitch back to the Pit. This whore was back to ruin his peaceful life, but he had to know one thing: why? Well, besides the fact that he and AJ had sent her Downstairs in the first place.

"Oh Timmy, I know that look on your face. You're wondering why I came back." she says sweetly, before backhanding him, splitting his lower lip and sending a trickle of blood down his chin. "You sent me to Hell asshole! Hell! After all I wanted to do was love you!" she backhanded him again.

"When people talk about the worst thing imaginable, they call it 'Hell'. The real thing is far worse then you can imagine baby. It's a never ending palace, built on flesh, and blood, and fear, and the most inhumane things you can imagine." she began, before taking a slow breath.

"When I got there, oh they loved to make me scream, and yell, and cry out until my voice was gone. The flesh sizzled as they peeled it off my body layer by layer, my blood soaked the scorched ground, they tore me to pieces, and then magically I would become whole again, just so they could start all over again." she says calmly.

"Then, they subjected me to the worst torture: I was strapped to a table and forced to watch you and that slut have sex over and over again for decades!" she screams.

Seeing Tootie stir, Tim tries to break Veronica's concentration. He knew to keep her ranting, and maybe taking some physical punishment would help their cause. He had a plan; he just hoped it wasn't a fatal one. He now believed that she intended on killing both of them.

"How is it my fault? I wasn't the one who decided to blow my brains out instead of talking to someone. I wasn't the one who used Hoodoo to bring myself back from the dead. And I damn sure wasn't the one who decided to go on a fucking rampage because I had a demented attraction to a person who wasn't interested in me romantically!" he growled. Then he thought about the irony of that last statement, and would've shrugged if he could. That was, until a powerful wave of energy ripped through his body, causing him to scream in agony. On the other side of the room, Tootie's body began to slide incrementally down the wall.

"It IS your fault Timmy! I wanted to give you true love, and you chose THAT?!" she screamed, pointing at Tootie. She got as close as she could to him, so he could see the look in her eye. "I died because of your selfish lust, first for Trixie, and then this bitch! I loved you, and you turned your back on me!" she raged.

He stifled a sarcastic snort, and looked over to his wife. She was stunned at all the information, true or not, that was being spewed. Her shock was along the lines of that she couldn't believe she didn't figure this out long before tonight.

"Oh please Veronica, that's the same old song and dance! You knew damn well that I thought you were bat shit crazy when you were alive. I needed stability, not some psycho who wanted to be someone else, going as far as putting on a wig and screaming "I AM TRIXIE!" to the heavens!" he yelled. As soon as the last syllable was out of his mouth, Tootie slid to the floor, and another powerful shock went through his body.

"SHUT UP!" Tammy/Veronica screamed. He cried out in agony, while locking eyes with his now free wife. She went over and stood between her husband and the demon, eyes flashing, jaw tight, the vein on the side of her neck bulging. She had had enough of this, and she was going to stop it.

"Adjuro ergo te, omnis immundissime spiritus, omne phantasma, omnis incuriso satane…" she began, but stopped when Tammy/Veronica began laughing uproariously.

"A few little words of Latin don't scare me little girl." she began with a sneer. "There isn't anything you can throw at me that will get rid of me that easy."

Tootie smiled, and reaches into her pants pocket, producing the Desert Eagle. Tammy/Veronica's eyes went wide with mock fear, until she realized that this had to be the mythical 'hero gun'. Knowing what the thing was capable of, she was now very afraid.

"You wouldn't dare use that, because it would kill your precious Tammy right along with me."

She only smirked and cocked the gun. "Try me bitch, I'll make sure that this time, you stay dead." she said, calmly forcing the barrel to her own daughter's smooth forehead.

Before she could even react, Tammy's head flies back, and the black smoke came pouring out of her mouth with an extended scream. The smoke escapes out an open window nearby, leaving a frightened Tammy in its wake. Tim slides down the wall and races to his fearful daughter. Both he and Tootie scoop her up, smothering her with hugs and kisses. The girl bursts into tears, and her father holds on to her as her mommy went to get a confused Tommy back from his grandparents.

The family reunited, and they move Tommy back into his room with his sister. Downstairs, the parents sit on the couch, beat up and exhausted. Both know that they had a major problem on their hands, but it was different this time. Now they have a family, and can't just drop everything and go cross country for a case.

"Well, this changes things honey." Tootie sighs, draping an arm over his shoulders.

"Uh, yeah it does babe. Question is: how do we handle this one? Veronica's not going to stop until one or both of us is dead." he replies, letting his head flop back, trying to regain his breath.

They look at each other for a long moment before they walk over to the weapons cache in the hall closet. They begin filling their duffels with every weapon they could, before Tootie drops the Desert Eagle into hers and gazes lovingly at her husband, partner, and best friend.

"We got work to do baby." she tells him, and he nods firmly before kissing her.

A/N: Read and review. Here we go again, Veronica has escaped the Pit and is out for revenge. Coming up: the hunt begins, but more MOTW get in the way. Much thanks to you the reader, and…stay tuned!