Author Note: Thanks goes to alibob687, Metalgrl29 and Krys Jericho for the awesome reviews. All your words encourage me to write faster and post all these chapters for you. I will admit this chapter is going to explosive to stay the least. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

"If I could just see it all

Like a Fly on the wall

Will I be able to accept what I can't control

And would share what I saw

Or just sit back and ignore

Like nothing ever happened and I haven't seen you before

I'm on the run from the thief I let into my head

I know I hold the keys so don't scare when I turn and shout"

'Fly of the Wall' by Thousand Foot Krutch

Chapter 6:

He shouted her name again. Ayva never budged from her still form for what seemed like forever. Finn looked around the room for some kind of explanation for her current condition. He had never seen anything like it before in his long life. Her mouth moved as if she was speaking. Leaning in closer, he could hear her whisper "So much blood..."

"Ayva, come on. Tell me what's happening."

Her eyes blinked once before she let out a blood curling scream. He could tell that she was in agony and couldn't understand why. Blood trickled down the side of her mouth before spilling out onto the hardwood floor in a strangled cough. "Ayva..." He whispered helplessly.

"Finn...I can see him... they are killing him..." She choked out before spitting more blood onto the floor.

"Who is killing who?"

Finn knelt down pulling her into his arm, not caring about the blood that was beginning to soak his pants. His only concern was her. After he asked the question, it was beginning to make sense. She was seeing the newest death before it had happened. She was seeing the past instead of the future, which meant it was a power untapped. "Shh, I'm here..." He soothed gently touching her back with his the palm of his hand.

"Symbols..." She whispered hoarsely.

He knew what she was seeing now. It was the death Becky had informed him about a half hour beforehand. The question now was why she was seeing the past. Was she connected to all Nephilims in the world? Would she feel their death if another were to be murdered? "Becky, you and Dean will have to handle it on your own. Something happened to Ayva and I can't leave her alone." He mentally projected.

"Is she okay?"

"I don't know...I...don't know what to do..."

"Dean can handle it alone. Do you need me?"

"Not right now. I'll call if something changes."

"Keep her safe."

He couldn't answer back because Ayva screamed again, clenching her sides. Writhing in pain, she squirmed out of his arms and back onto the hardwood floor. She was feeling everything the victim had felt, except it wasn't killing her. Sure she was coughing up blood; but it wasn't enough to kill her.

Across town, Becky and Dean cloaked themselves to visit the crime scene of the most recent murder victim. The same circle of occult symbols were delicately places around the body. His body had been cut, torn, and stabbed in multiple places. There was so much blood that it seeped into the swear system below.

Dean could tell Becky was unfocused on the task at hand and wondered what could have happened between the time she had informed Finn of the death and when they arrived a half hour later. He knelt down by the far corner symbol and touched the still wet liquid it was written in. "It's blood again." He commented.

"This is sick. Who the hell is doing this?" She asked.

"My guess...it's demons."

"Aluxia?"

"Perhaps; but it's too messy for her."

Becky bit her bottom lip, trying to focus on what was going on; but her mind kept going back to her conversation with Finn about Ayva. The feeling of worry was throbbing in the pit of her stomach. There was something off about the whole situation and she just couldn't seem to shake it no matter what she did.

Dean slipped his fingers through hers, snapping her out of zoned out phase. She turned to looked directly at him, unaware of what she might see when she did so. His eyes sparkled with concern. Not with anything else; but with her. He was concerned about her. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.

"Not really. I feel like there is something wrong."

"Wrong how?

"I feel like this was all just a diversion to get us away from what they are really after."

"Why would you think that?"

She closed her eyes tightly, trying so hard not to visualize the worst things that could happen if she was right. The panic in Finn's voice was not helping her worry any. He sounded so desperate and had no clue what to do. "I need to see for myself if I'm right or not. Can you finish up here?" She asked placing a hand on his chest.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Ayva's..."

"Stay safe, you hear me."

He kissed her lips once before again on her forehead. She nodded her head before shimmering away. He stood alone contemplating following her; but there was a job to do first before he could even think about following her. He needed to finish detailing the symbols in the circle so they could finally figure out what it all meant.

Ayva softly panted for breathes of air. It seemed like everything was over for the time being. Finn carried her over to the couch and gently lay her down upon it. His hands were sticky with her blood. Turning back around to see her labored breaths, he could feel Becky's presence behind him. "What the hell happened?" She asked in a whispered voice, simply because she never bothered to cloak herself.

"She saw the past. I think she's connected to all Nephilims in the world. If one dies, she feels it. All of it. Every agonizing detail." He explained.

She looked down at his blood coated hands before stepping aside to allow him access to the kitchen where their dinner was still sitting on the table. He turned the nobs on the sick to wash his hands of her life essence. Watching the red liquid run down the drain, it made his heart ache to think that he could have lost her. "What are you going to tell her when she wakes up?" Becky asked.

"I think she already knows what happened. She spoke a few times during the whole vision. Her powers are progress a lot faster than I thought they would."

"Finn..." Ayva's weak voice licked at his ear.

He wiped his hands dry on the nearby towel before walking back into the living room where she lay. Her eyes were open with her familiar ocean blue color, which gave him a sense of relief. He sat down on the edge of couch next to her. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got stabbed in the chest."

"What do you remember?"

Ayva shifted her body so she could slid up into a sitting position. She turned her head to see Becky cleaning the floor from her blood. A smile wanted to form on her lips; but it was too painful to do so. She was still appreciative nonetheless. "I remember and felt how a man died. It was the same way the other three occult symbol murders happened. Did I foresee something from the future?"

"No, the past. Like a day in the past."

"You mean...he's already dead?"

"Yes...died last night sometime."

Letting out a sigh, she ran a hand through her hair. The ends were caked in dried blood. It made her feel gross; but she ached too much to even move, even though a shower sounded perfect. Becky finished cleaning the floor and then started to clean up the table of their discarded meal. She had to keep moving to keep her mind off what was happening around her. She felt like Ayva didn't deserve what was going on. All she ever wanted was a normal fairytale life.

"What now?" Ayva asked.

"You rest, Becky is going to help you wash up and I'm going to finish cleaning up the kitchen."

"But...

"No buts, Ayva. That took a lot out of you. I damn near lost you..."

His words instantly made her shut up. Realizing his slip-up, he walked right out of the room. Becky walked in and bent down to help her up to her feet with an arm wrapped around her waist. "Come on, A. Let's get you all cleaned up." She said in the most cheerful voice she could muster up considering the situation.

She couldn't help but think about Finn's words. He was devastated about the idea of loosing her for any reason. It was a rare occasion he let his emotions out to the view of others. It just proved that Aluxia didn't strip them away and as the days progressed his humanity was returning, which was a beautiful sight to behold first hand.

Downstairs, Finn rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. He heard the running water of the shower on the second floor. It gave him time to think about what had transpired. He wished that there was something he could do to stop the progression of her powers. "They are too much for her..." He told himself placing the last dish into the rack.

"I think we've got bigger problems." Dean's voice sounded from the connecting section of dinning room.

"What do you mean? Be careful, you aren't cloaked." Finn warned.

"I checked first before I barged in."

Dean leaned against the island bar between the dinning room and the kitchen. His arms were crossed over his chest, not amused by the sight he was witnessing. Finn shut the door and started the dishwasher before turning to face his comrade. "What is this about?" He asked.

"Becky felt like the murder was a diversion. The man was definitely a Nephilim; but it didn't fit the MO of the last three."

"Diversion for what?"

"Well I noticed the circle of symbols was slightly different than the ones around the other three. Two weren't in the others. That caused me to think that maybe she was right. So I came here to check in on her."

Finn thought about it for a moment. He didn't want to ask; but he had to know. Dean was known for keeping vital information to himself until he felt it was necessary to spill the beans. Ayva's life almost went out the window no more than an hour ago and he wasn't going to risk not knowing the full truth. "What were the symbols?" He asked.

"Demonic ones. Ones that meant daughter and angel."

Neither one of them got another word out before the entire house begin to shake. Dean closed his eyes for a moment, sensing what was going on on the outside. "Four of them. One at each direction. Damnit! We are surrounded." He stated.

Becky ran down the stairs with Ayva trailing gingerly behind. Her eyes were full of concern and fear. Finn knew that she had no idea what was going on and he had hoped to prevent all of this for a little while longer; but as it turned out it was just a fool's dream. He turned to look at her. "Ayva...I am so sorry..." He apologized.

"What's happening? I don't understand..." She started out before stopping to gasp.

Finn's eyes began to glow an intense red. She covered her mouth with a hand to stop herself from screaming. He had told her that he was different; but she never imagined just how different. Looking around, she saw Becky's eyes reflect the same glow. She turned to see a man. A man she remembered from long ago. The man who had joined Finn in telling her of Damien's death. His eyes were the same as well.

Despite feeling fear, it wasn't directed at them. It was for whatever was making her house shaking. Finn shifted to avoid her gaze; but it didn't matter. He could hear her soft footsteps approach him. "Please...tell me what's going on..." She pleaded.

"I will explain everything later, I promise; but right now we need to get you out of here before they strike."

"They?"

"Demons." Becky stated.

Her heart dropped upon hearing the biblical word. She never imagined they were real and it raised so many questions. Unfortunately, her mouth wouldn't obey her commands to open and speak. Thinking quickly, she thought maybe she could project her thoughts into someone elses mind. If she could hear them, then why couldn't she make others hear them. "Finn...why is this happening?" She asked hoping he'd hear.

"They want you..." His voice answered without his lips ever moving.

Dean moved across the room to stand next to Becky. She immediately laced her fingers with his. Ayva realized how much they cared for each, despite how different they were for humanity. Despite everything, they were about to fight to keep her safe. Why as she so special? Not able to answer her own question, she felt the same pull as before. The pull that dragged her into a vision of the past, except this time it was showing her what was really outside.

One man stood at the furthest part of her yard opposite of her back porch. A woman stood at the east side of her yard and a woman stood at the west side of yard. A man stood across the street facing her front door. Their eyes were intense red and black strange markings were etched into the skin of their faces. They weren't moving or progressing further in. Soft whispers of a language she didn't understand, caused her blood to freeze.

Becky and Finn turned to see Ayva's eyes glow pure white. Out of instinct, her telekinetic power engaged on its own forming a barrier around the entire room. Dean was slightly impressed by the display of power. "What is she doing?" He asked.

"I don't have a clue..." Becky replied.

"Ayva, what's happening?" Finn asked taking her hand into his own.

"They are chanting something..."

Her voice faded off just as dropped to a knee. Finn knelt down in front of her, cupping the side of her face with the palm of his hand. Her strength was fading fast and he honestly had no idea how much longer her body could withstand holding off four pure blood demons of whatever they were concocting. "Sever the connection." He pleaded.

"I...can't..."

"Yes you can, just focus on my voice."

Ayva closed her eyes, listening to him call her name. She wanted to break the connection; but it continued to pull her down. Tension against the barrier was starting to take her breath away. Whatever the demons were chanting was putting a strain on the barrier, making is harder for her to control. "Oh my god...I can't...hold it..."

Finn sensed her desperation and could feel the demon's energy seeping into the home through the cracks. He know that he only had a few seconds before it exploded. Angel and Demon energy was very combustible when they touched. Taking another firm grasp on her hand, he signaled for a quick escape. In mid-shimmer, the house exploded catching them all in the cross fire.

Her hand slipped right through his grasp and all he could do was watch her get engulfed by the flames. "Ayva!" He shouted before being trapped under a large beam of wood, knocking him completely unconscious.