AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry that this took a little while to upload! I was going to over the weekend, but then stuff like my birthday happened and I was too busy! Also, I had a friend ask me when or if she'll meet up with the boys, and the answer is soon, I don't want to rush it because this story isn't solely about them. Oh and I apologize for spelling and grammatical errors. But anyways, on with the story!

The thing about being a female hunter is that not only do we have more common sense than men, but it's a lot easier to pull off cover stories too. Most the time we can accredit that to the men being too focused on other 'aspects', if you know what I mean, to really care. Which is why right now I'm currently staring at a young man in a police uniform in front of a crime scene, batting my eyelids and portraying an innocent criminology student who just happened to be passing through town and would like to catch a peek of a "Real live crime scene!" for my 'report'.

"Please?" I said using my sugar-coated voice that was just an octave higher than my normal tone of voice, "I won't touch anything; I promise. I just want a quick peek" I was bouncing back and forth on the balls of my feet acting excited and anxious. I could see that he was about to give in when I said,

"You'd be my hero" yep, that got to him.

"Alright, fine. But don't touch anything and don't leave any prints, ok? I don't want to get in trouble with the chief"

"Of course!" I replied 'enthusiastically' and as he was leading me inside I added, this time genuinely, "Thank you so much"

"Don't mention it. And hey, if you ever need anything, give me a call" He was handing me a slip of paper with his number on it while giving me a somewhere in-between creepy and seductive smile... He was mildly attractive; short, light brown hair and bright green eyes, but not for me.

It's not that I didn't want to get involved with him, it's just, well, I'm not really sure? I guess I must have what a psychiatrist would call 'abandonment issues', in other words, I don't want to get too close to anyone in fear of getting hurt. Besides, I'd have to leave in a few days anyways, as soon as I killed this whatever-it-is, I'll be out of here and on to the next place. I don't want to risk being spotted by one of those angels by staying in one place too long.

Back to the present, I had work to do. So, as it turns out there was a cause of death. Don't you just love it when cops withhold information? Well apparently their hearts just stopped, out of no where. The doctors have no idea why, so they're keeping it a secret. They think it might be drugs, but I think otherwise, based on the fact that they didn't have any traces of any type of drug or poison in their blood stream and the fact that I can clearly see some strange prints on the windowsill on the other side of the small living room, right behind the chair where the man was found, might I add. They didn't look human so I'd say the cops brushed them off.

Right, well, now I had the cause of death and the evidence that it wasn't something natural. Vengeful spirit maybe? Hmm. I'd have to do some research. Looks like it's to the library for me.

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"Umm, excuse me miss?" I timidly approached the front desk of the towns small and quite dis-organized library. There were books and papers hanging out of the shelves that couldn't have been much taller than I was, but a few of them looked like they would suddenly fall over if you so much as poked them too hard.

"Yes, what can I do for you?" The librarian was a young women who looked around mid twenties and looked like the perfect stereotypical brunette kindergarten teacher.

" I was wondering where I could find your mythology and religion books?" she looked at me as if I were crazy, well I did just ask where to find mythology and religion books, they're pretty polar opposite.

"Right over here" She got up and I started to follow her around the corner and into a small room with several bookcases on each side.

"You'll find mythology on that side", she pointed to one wall, "and religion on that side" she pointed to the one opposite of it. "Is that all you need?"

"Yes, thank you." Right, time to go to work. Oops, I forgot to ask about town records and deaths... It must be my lucky day because I can see the shelf labeled town records from here. That would've been just a tad bit embarrassing to have to ask her for help again.

Ok, so this thing killed multiple people in different places, so obviously it's not stuck to one location...maybe a cursed object? I'm not sure...

~~~~~4 hours later~~~~~

I glanced up at the clock 12:00 A.M. The library closes around 3 A.M. and doesn't open again till noon. Looks like I'll have to work faster. But on a lighter note, I might have something here. Jocelyn Sanders. Found in her home, her blood all drained into a small urn, her body hung by a rope on the ceiling, her murderer - unsolved to this day...that was back in 1981. It seems like there have also been people who've died like the ones recently, but sporadically over time. She doesn't seem to have a set pattern... That's strange? Anyways, it says that her body was cremated and her ashes buried at the local cemetery.

So it must be an object. But what? Oh stupid, stupid, stupid. The urn! I remember seeing one like it at the latest victim's house. My best guess it that the previous victim was killed, it was sold in an estate sale, or yard sale or whatever, and passed on to the next victim. Ok, so how do I salt and burn an urn? Well I 'll figure it out. I've got to get the urn first.

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The task of acquiring an urn was a lot harder than expected. When I went to break into the crime scene and take it, to my surprise they're already packing up belongings...I guess the police couldn't find any useful evidence, well of course they wouldn't.

"Excuse me miss, sorry to bother you, but I had noticed the urn that your father used to have sitting on his mantle, would you be interested at all in selling it?" I asked as politely as one could ask a grieving daughter to sell one of her father's belongings days after his death. "and I'm sorry about your father"

"I'm sorry, but I already gave it away this morning to one of his friends"

"Ok, thank you, sorry to bother you" I started to walk away, "Wait, you wouldn't happen to know his name would you?, I have a feeling he might be a friend of my father's?"

"Oh, yes, his name is Daniel Hudson"

"Thank you, and once again, I'm sorry for your loss" I felt slightly bad about deceiving her in such a state, but I had to find this Daniel guy before the girl killed again.

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