A/N: I apologize you guys for the long wait of a new chapter. At first it first it was not able to word the chapter then some personal issues came up. I decided to take step back from fanfiction for awhile. I feel so bad that I haven't updated since September, that's why it was so important to knock this out to post for you guys. I am not at my hundred percent, but I really hope you guys like this chapter. I apologize that it's so long but I couldn't split into two chapter. I'm trying to hurry and finish season one. So after this should be one or two more chapters until season one has ended. Special thank to sillygabby, my creative beta and my awesome twin. You were so the extra push I needed to finish this :) Thank you so much and thank you guys for reviewing/favoriting/following/reading Allure. Freaking Awesome. Disclaimer: True Blood does not belong to me, but to Allan Ball in season one.

WARNING: This chapter is dark in the first half of this chapter. Some tell me to warn them when the spider come lol Abigail will be in this chapter.

Chapter 25: Busting Loose (Awakening Pt. 2)

Heat

That was all she felt.

Indescribable

Unbearable

Untamable

Heat

For who knows how long, Allura have been banging on the metal ceiling screaming for anyone could hear her. No matter how loud she screamed or how long she banged against the metal box, no one answered her desperate calls. Unbeknownst of the young Regular, her flame was growing and being strengthened as seconds passed by. The black substance swarmed around her flame trying to douse its spark, but was unable to get close. The flame roared with rage feeling its mistress' suffering.

Feeling the emotion, the flame burned dark red dousing its usually fire glow. Persistence fueled Allura along with her rage, changing the flame into a burnt orange hue. She banged harder against the ceiling. Sweat began to form above her brow as she banged harder. The flame inside the demon swelled and commenced to expand its arms. As the Regular's inner inferno grew, so did Allura's rage and determination creating a rustic shade to her flame.

The Regular's insides began to take the flames heat. Steadily the heat began to spread through her body as if it was a plague. Feeling a weird sensation within her, Allura stopped hitting the metal walls. She took a moment to feel what was happening to her. There was nothing out of the usual happening except the peculiar sensation running through her. A few moments passed and the sensation subsided except the discomfiture she felt in her chest. Feeling at ease and tired, Allura slouched against the metal wall letting her head lull to the side.

She closed her eyes letting her mind take her anywhere than the place she was imprisoned. She felt drained and her arms were singing with pain and damnations. "This –" Her speech slammed against her throat as fits of coughs emptied out of her. The demon's throat was dry and hoarse from yelling. When her fits of coughs had ceased, Allura painfully swallowed saliva hoping the action could alleviate the burning in her tender windpipe. It was safe to say that she wouldn't be trying to speak for awhile.

Allura placed her hand over her chest trying to rub the soreness she felt there. As she rubbed, she started to notice that her hand felt clammy. She raised her hand to see her palm glistened with moisture. Her eyes wandered over the damped hand then the skin of her arm sheeted with sweat. Before Allura could question it, the soreness in her chest began to throb. She rubbed at the sore spot but the throbbing never lessened. Soon the throbbing converted to excruciating pain.

Allura hissed clenching her teeth as the pain worsened. She pushed herself away from the wall feeling uncomfortable. The young demon rubbed at the sore spot again feeling the moisture piling between her chest and fingers. She looked down at herself and seen her top torso drenched in sweat.

"Why am I sweating so much?" Allura croaked as she wiped the sweat off her forehead.

She couldn't understand the reasoning of her sweating profusely. The metal box as much as she threw herself around, didn't hold any heat. The metal coffin was cool to the touch. So, why did she feel hot? Allura continually wiped the increased of sweat off her body. The moisture exuding from her pores was beginning to make her hotter and sticky. Her once beautiful dress was drenched in her perspiration making the lavender material stick to her body.

Gradually the throbbing from the core of her chest started to spread throughout her body. Soon after, a pestilence of heat wreathed through her. The heat at first puddled within her, bubbling the hydrochloric acid sitting in the pit of her stomach. The heat ascended to her stomach walls and stretched out to the rest of her organs. After, the heat attacked her bones. The intensity of the wave felt as though molten lava was seeping into every alcove and groove until she felt it within her marrow.

The Regular thrashed around not able to contain her cries. The pain was too much for the young demon. Heat traveled up her vertebrae and shot up her spine clawing at her skull. In return, Allura clutched her head digging her nails in her scalp. Feeling the agonizing sensation seep into her muscle tissues threw the young demon in a maddening rage. She felt her muscle tissues and nerves crackle under the unrelenting flame. Soon her russet flesh began to heat up. Sweat that percolated from her pores hissed causing smoke to rise from her reddish skin.

"Make it stop." Allura hissed through clenched teeth. Her nails elongated into claws digging deeper into her scalp. "Make it stop." She said a bit louder feeling the searing come to the forefront of her face. Sweat pouring from her forehead instantly sizzling against her skin. Vapor rose from her pores, ears, mouth, and eyes filling up her metal coffin. "MAKE IT STOP!"

Hearing the roar echoed within its walls, in the darkness of Allura's mind stood the demon prowling around its cage. It drags its feet scraping the floor with her talons, waiting. She was waiting for the hunter to come. The demon knew the hunter would pay her a visit again. She remembered the first time she met the creature. He was gleeful and boorishly smug as if he already won and it was true. The creature had won that time. She would willingly give him the victory, but the demon would make sure it would be its last.

The demon admits she was caught off guard before when he first trespassed in Allura's mind. She remembered the sadistic superior grin plastered on his lips as he walked towards her cage. She remembered feeling the eerie chill brushing against her scales when he came closer. She remembered staring into his soulless yellow orbs. The more the demon thought about him, the more she wanted to tear out his throat.

The bounty hunter made it so the demon could never surface when it was time to be released. With a single touch, the cage the demon was kept prisoner turned from silver to iron. Before the demon could stop it, the hunter already locked the iron cage with a skeleton key. The dark creature hid the key in its cloak, but not before it chuckled as he waved the key in the demon's face. It sickened the She Demon watching the creature taunt her with his cruel grin. She would take great enjoyment swiping his grin off his disgusting face, one claw at a time.

The demon didn't have to wait long for the hunter. She could smell the creature coming towards her. Violet eyes shined through the darkness as the cloak figure came forward. The She Demon stopped her pacing standing full frontal to her guest. "I was waiting for you, hunter." The She Demon's voice was soft and chimed like silver, but the coldness from her tone was not amiss. The demon stepped towards the iron bars but kept her distance. "Had trouble getting in?"

The daunting chuckle darkly. "I hope I didn't have you wait long."

"Not at all." Her violet orbs fell to her frost white claws. "I didn't want you to miss my departure from this," She eyes wandered around the iron cage. "Imprisonment you generously held me captive in."

"If I am correct, you were already trapped in thisss cage."

She nodded. "I was, but this cage was only to hold me until I was ready to be released. You made it so that I could not escape at all." The black slits in her eyes dilated then went back to its normal size. "But no matter." She turned away from the daunting. "I shall be freed."

Another chilling chuckle broke from the hunter's lip. "And how will you do that?" He dug his boney grey fingers in his cloak to pull out the skeleton key to the cage. "Without thisss my dear, you are helpless to escape." The She Demon only stared at the hunter grinning from ear to ear displaying her pointy teeth. "Unless you know sssomething I don't. Unless I haven't thought things –"

The She Demon arched her brow. "Well, have you?" She turned back to the hunter walking over to him. "Have you not covered every area of your plan?" She taunted. The demon enjoyed watching the smugness drain from his ghoulish face. She tsked as she shook her head. "It would be shameful if you didn't. You done all this work to keep me in my little cage to only find out in the end I escaped from your clutches." She tilted her head to the side. "But that is always you vile creatures problem. Dauntings are too arrogant. They rely too much on their abilities. Your overconfidence will always lead to you dauntings' down fall."

Having enough of the demon's spiteful words, he banged against the cage. "That's enough of your trickery emitting from your filthy mouth!"

"I'm sorry. Did I hit a nerve?" She asked innocuously but she was anything but. Her eyes glinted with mirth and mischief as her smirk curled around the corner of her lips.

The hunter stepped towards the cage whereas though their faces were inches apart. "I will have full sssatisfaction tearing your mind apart from the inside until you bleed from insssanity." He hissed cruelly.

Violet eyes glowed dangerously hearing the daunting's warning. "And I will have full satisfaction watching you bleed out from the place where my claws will dig out your throat." She spoke harshly making her lip curl over her teeth. This made the daunting ire spike tenfold. The She Demon ignored the grave look on the daunting's face and pulled back as the glow in her eyes dissipated. A smile once again stretched politely across her face forgetting her captor had ever threatened her. "But I will not have such fulfillment today unfortunately."

The daunting moved away from the cage with his smug grin returning. "Ah yesss," He lifted the skeleton key in front of him. The hunter watched the She Demon gaze upon the key to her freedom. "But you will never have it."

The demon shrugged. "Maybe so . . ." Her sharpened grin mirrored the daunting's own. "But he will."

The daunting stared at the demon confused. Before he could ask whom the demon speaks of, the creature began to gag. He coughed and to his astonishment, black blood spilt from his mouth. He went to speak again but stopped when the excruciating pain throbbed against his throat. His boney fingers went to where he felt the pain and felt four slashes going across his neck. Shock graced his face as he looked on to the She Demon smiling, but not towards him, to someone else behind him.

The heaviness in his legs became prominent but the hunter defiantly ignored it so he could turn around. When he did, yellow eyes met with light ochre. Standing in front of him was the Crimson Demon towering over him. The daunting eyes fell upon the black claws responsible for his injury. Forgetting he couldn't speak, the daunting coughed up more blood. He quickly clasped both hands around his neck trying to stop the bleeding. In his haste, he dropped the skeleton key.

The hunter's attention went to the falling object. "Oh no, you dropped it." The silvery voice called from behind him. The daunting turned around to his prisoner with a deep scowl masking his grey face. "What to do, what to do?" The She Demon tapped her claw on her chin. "You could pick up the key and stop my escape while risking the chance of bleeding to death before you can leave to heal yourself or you could leave from this place with the pathetic life you have left to only have me escape." She sighed as she looked down at the hunter. "Decisions, decisions," She tapped her chin again. "What to do, what to do . . ."

"I will kill you" He roared black blood spitting from his mouth and dripping from his chin. "I will kill you and have your heart pulsing in my hands, demon."

The She Demon only shrugged but her smile never faltered. "But it won't be today." She watched blood pour from his neck dripping on the floor. "You better hurry. You're losing time, my dear hunter."

The hunter's eyes slit seeing the demon in front of him. He went to open his mouth to speak again, but coughs ripped through him. With a step back, the daunting disappeared in a cloud of smoke. The She Demon stared at the spot where her foe once stood bleeding to the puddle he left on the floor. Violet eyes left the black puddle to the crestfallen demon in front her. "Well, are you going to let me out?"

"Didn't mother tell you not to play with your food?"

"But I like it." She pouted. "Now, let me out."

The demon chuckled darkly as he picked up the skeleton key. "You're always in a rush." His deep voice brought shivers to the She Demon's spine. Her brother's voice always laced with the heir of confidence and coolness punctured in each word. "Didn't brother teach you about your patience before he left?" He said as he stuck the key inside the keyhole.

"He did, but it doesn't mean I have to listen." When the cage unlocked the iron eroded away, showing the silver bars it once was before. The She Demon pushed opened the door and took her first step out of prison. Her sensitive scales bristled as the draft brushed over them. She stood in front of the Crimson Demon with him glowering down on her mocking anger; at least she thought he was mocking anger. She reached up and kissed his scaly cheek. "Come now brother, don't be sore at little old me."

The demon stared down at her not amused but deep down the She Demon could see the depth of his amusement, but it dampened when he heard the familiar screams of pain. "Do hurry, sister." A loud roar echoed through the inner walls. "By the way things are going out there; I assume the little one is going set the whole cemetery on fire." With those parting words, the Crimson Warrior disappeared from the She Demon's sight.

The demon turned from her brother's departure and looked ahead. She tilted her head back letting her long mane fall behind her. Feeling the tightness twist in her belly and a wrenching sensation in her chest, she was beginning to ascend. With another breath, the demon opened her eyes letting the ultraviolet smolder intensely as a maniacal grin parted her lips.

"It's time."

Outside of her own body, Allura was clawing at the walls feeling her body burn from the inside out. Vapor from her skin filled the metal coffin and soon became aflame making the metal coffin hold her inferno pouring from her body. Wild red and orange flames danced around the youngling as she swung her body to and fro. Her russet skin burned red and eyes were leaking scalding tears. Her fingers clenched and unclenched as her feet bawled and kicked. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take the agonizing torture her fire was doing, burning her alive.

The flame inside her roared with might placing a heavy pressure on Allura's chest. Not able to contain itself, the flame burst. Allura's back arched as the heaviness in her chest began to unearth its way out of her. With one last scream, the pressure burst from her chest and out into the open. Allura bawled feeling her bones rattle and her skin crackling from her own fire. Her fire filled the metal coffin bringing forth a blinding white light. The last thing the young demon noticed was the severe burning in her eyes and a voice whispering in her head.

"It's time."

-OOOoooOOoooOOO-

Something slammed back into Chevy almost knocking him off his feet, an invisible force of some sort. What felt like a second but really were minutes was when he had first appeared in the cemetery between the Stackhouse's farmhouse and the Compton house. He was confused as to why he was there. When the newly transformed demon took a step into the soil, he felt lightheaded. His body shifted and the next thing he knew, he appeared inside a dark narrow space. At the end of the hall was a big red door.

Chevy stared at the door for a moment wondering what was behind it. Like in the cemetery, he didn't know why he was there. The only difference was he knew for some reason he was supposed to be there. Something was calling to him and it was behind the red door. Without another thought, Chase went towards it. As he got closer, he felt power oozing from the door. It was hot and angry.

"Allura?"

He reached for the doorknob but flinched when he touched it. Not because the brass was scolding hot, but because it was the first time Chase noticed his scales. He lifted his arm seeing his crimson colors gleaming at him. He touched it with his other hand and was surprised they weren't rough or hard, but soft and responsive. When his fingers brushed against the reddish-purple scales, he could feel them lift to meet his touch. His eyes traveled to his long black claws. He could tell they were razor sharp just by the look of them. From his enhanced sight, he could see the tiny little ridges embedded in each claw. It reminded him of a cutting edge of a blade.

He knew inside he should be freaking out, but something wouldn't let him have the pleasure of doing so. A nudge in his chest pulled him back into the current situation, the red door. He touched the brass knob again and instead of feel the angry aura from before, he felt a deadening chill. It made his scales coil automatically giving him a bad feeling. He knew Allura was behind the door and she had company, company that wanted to cause her harm.

Thinking on such thoughts, like a light switch Chase's deportment had distorted into something darker and more sinister. His face wasn't mystified or at awe but stoic and rigid. His relaxed body was attentive and straightened as a soldier would. The air around him crackled and sparks ignited against his body. This was no longer the goof ball and dense human from before. Standing before the red door was a warrior ready to engage in whatever conflict that was on the other side. Whatever it was, it was trying to hurt someone he loved and cared for. It was going to bring harm to his flesh and blood, his sister.

Swallowed by darkness he stepped inside the threshold. Beyond him, he could see his old cage he escaped. His scales spiked again standing attentive to the eerie chill wisp around him. The Crimson Demon turned to the left to see his sister's iron cage and in front, it was a figure in a dark cloak holding up a key. Eyes of ember burned through the darkness seeing his blood taunted of her freedom. The demon moved back from the scene to merge with the shadows.

When reappearing, he was behind the cloaked figure. The She Demon's eyes met his and there was a silent understanding between the two. Her attention went back to hunter and she shrugged. "Maybe so," Her eyes danced with glee. "But he will."

No sooner than the last word left from her mouth, the demon found his claws raking against the hunter's neck with speed that a human eye could not catch. Great satisfaction filled him as he felt the thick black substance painted on his claws and trickled down his arm, but it did not feed his sickened desire to end the dark creature.

When the creature left, the Crimson Demon stared pointedly at his sister and she stared back him with an exasperated look. "Well, are you going to let me out?"

"Didn't mother tell you not to play with your food?" He ignored her question with an impasse tone. For some reason he felt like teasing her.

"But I like it." She pouted. "Now, let me out."

It chucked darkly as he went to pick up the key. "You're always in a rush." And rude, but he didn't need to say that aloud. "Didn't brother teach you about your required patience before he left?" He said as he stuck the key inside the keyhole.

"He did, but it doesn't mean I have to listen. It's not like he's here anyway." She said with a little bitterness.

The elder brother didn't like that answer. The eldest of both of them were their nurturer and giver. Through their eyes, he was their caretaker in the lost years of their mother. Before he left, he told both his youngest siblings what was expected of them and what was needed to be done. When their eldest brother left, it left a gaping hole in both of them, but they knew why he had to leave.

The She Demon was the most distraught after his departure, so to have his sister be so cavalier on the subject hurt him and gratingly annoyed him at the same time. The She Demon took noticed of this and felt regretful, but only a little. She kissed his cheek hoping she was forgiven speaking ill of their brother. "Come now brother, don't be sore at little old me."

He stared down at her not wanting to forgive her. Their brother was a touchy subject and it was a subject that should not hold jest, but it was for naught for he couldn't stay cross at his little sister His amusement died down when heard cries of agony reaching his pointed ears. "Do hurry, sister." Another roar shook the inner walls. "By the way things are going out there; I assume the little one is going set the whole cemetery on fire."

The scene replayed repeatedly in Chase's mind when he fixed himself from the force slamming against him. His stomach was a jumbled mess wanting to empty whatever continents was in his stewing belly. He badly wanted to scream and curse after everything he witnessed in his mind. He killed someone, something, or whatever. Whatever IT was, he killed it with his bare hands or claws – whatever. The point was he took a life, at least which was what he thought.

Before he could question his thought and his sanity, he felt heat prick at his skin, but it was not coming from him or the pounding of the heated sun above him. This was something different. Under his feet, a building force was climbing out of the ground and slowly heating up.

He turned to the right of him and began to walk. The closer he got, he could feel the familiar essence of his sister. His steps quickened until he was met with a marble angel headstone. Below it was what looked like a freshly buried grave. His body tingled feeling the heat pouring from his sister from six feet under. It terrified him but deep down he could feel a sense of pride. Pride? Why would he feel pride?

Not wanting to dally on the thought, he scavenged around trying to find a shovel to dig out Allura. When he found one by another headstone, the elder brother went back to his sister's grave and began to dig. The more he dug, the more his hands began to shake. It wasn't because he was fearful, even though he was, but it was the massive power he was feeling rising from the earth. It was scorching and pressing up against him, but he kept himself grounded and kept digging.

Minutes have passed and he was getting nowhere fast. He threw the shovel beside him in anger. He got on his knees and began clawing the earth from under him. The dirt felt somewhat brittle and beginning to get hard under his hands. All the water had evaporated from the dirt and the minerals oxidized creating a silica texture. When ready to dig another handful, his motion stopped feeling a tremor from below him.

The heavy pressure pushing up at him was now weighing him down. Chevy dropped the dirt and struggled to push himself way from the burial spot wanting to get away from whatever was happening underneath the ground. As he forcefully went to stand up, he found himself knocked back down feeling the ground move from underneath him. A burst of light burst through the ground exploding a plethora of earth in the air.

Chevy watched it rise then fall to the ground. He covered his head but it didn't stop the pounds of dirt falling on him. After the dirt had fallen, there was nothing but dust clouds everywhere. Chevy coughed tasting the grainy minerals on his tongue and up his nose. He flagged the brown clouds away from him as he stepped toward the opened grave. He leaned over looking at the seven-foot deep crater but couldn't see anything but a fog of dust.

"Allura?" He yelled down the hole. He couldn't feel the familiar quintessence that he come to know as his sister's presence. Not able to feel it made the Gracie male uneasy. It made him think of unpleasant thoughts when he thought she was dead laying in the metal box their mother imprisoned her. Not wanting to believe such nonsense now, he continued to call her name. "Allura?" He still didn't hear any movement. He swallowed the lump in his throat and kneeled in front of the open burial. "Lurie . . . say something . . . please."

Still not hearing anything, he went to move to climb down. He motioned his leg to move but his movement halted when he felt the spark on his skin. Hope swelled inside him as the warm sensation traveled up his arm. "Lurie?"

A hand shot out from the open grave causing the Gracie male to jump back and yell embarrassingly unmanly. When his mini heart attack subsided, his attention went back to the hand. Expecting to see the recognizable russet skin, instead the sight he saw before him was scales. He shook his head looking back at the hand; it was Allura's familiar pigment of skin. He sighed in relief believing that he was only seeing things.

Her fingers flexed then dug into the dirt as another hand shot up digging her long nails in the earth. With a great heave and all the strength she had, Allura pulled herself up from the grave. She raised herself from the hole and placed her knee firmly on the solid ground. The younger Gracie took in a shallow breath. Though the oxygen tainted with dust particles, she could still taste the oxygen in her lungs. Her body rejoiced as she took another deep breath.

Finally, out of the hole Allura sat on all fours busy catching her breath as her brother stared bugged eyed. When the youngling had her fill, she raised herself up slowly cracking her back in the process. With steady legs, she stood on her feet only swaying slightly. Her body was on fire but it wasn't the agonizing inferno she felt from before. Pressing her hand against her chest, she could feel her newly generated flame already starting to heal her internally and externally.

The reddish-yellow flame turned a light blue washing calm and spreading its tranquil healing faculties all over Allura. Feeling her body patching the ripped and scorched tissues, she felt her eyes repairing her eyesight. Once was darkness, then blurs of shapes and colors and finally she could see clearly. Eyes took in her surroundings and through the sea of dust clouds; she could see her brother standing before her. For the first time what felt like forever, Allura cracked her chapped lips into a smile.

Chevy stared at her sister walking barefooted towards him in a tattered lavender dress falling from her dirt smudged body, but his focus wasn't on her appearance so much. What caught him was the glare in her eyes. They were mature beyond her years and there was an unsettled look about them. They were hers but then they weren't. He couldn't quite explain it, but he knew this wasn't his little sister he knew for twenty years. This was someone new, someone stronger, and someone more dangerous.

"Chevy." Her voice broke him out of his thoughts to see that she was standing a foot away from him still smiling up at him from her elfin height. She opened to mouth to speak but shut it quickly. Her face tensed and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What she said next threw Chase Matthew Gracie in a loop. "Chevy," she began still looking confused and a bit repulsed. "Why are you," she shook her head as she took a huge step back.

What could cause her to look so repulsed? Fear quaked through him waiting on breath for Allura to finish her sentence. Did she think she was a monster because of his demon appearance? "What is it, Lurie?"

She chortled but that didn't stop her face from scrunching up. "Why are you . . . naked?"

Chase stood there staring down at his sister. He looked down at himself and realized scales no longer covered his body. His eyes found Allura's worried ones. He really wanted to laugh at this whole situation but then a part of him wanted to scream to high heaven, but the one emotion that was more prominent won, anger.

"What the fuck, Lurie?" He yelled.

-OOOoooOOoooOOO-

APOV

"What the fuck, Lurie?"

I winced hearing the bass in his voice. "Could you not be so loud please? Demon ears, remember?"

"I don't care about your ears! What the hell is going on? I woke up to my body feeling like I was on fire. Then I started to hear your voice in my head. Then the next thing I know, I am in a cemetery then I'm in this freakishly dark hallway with a red door. "

"A red door? What is y–"

"And THEN I turned into a demon lizard with scales all over my body and," He stopped himself from talking as his eyes bulged out of his head. "Holy mother of – I had scales. Lurie, I had scales!"

"Will you be quiet?" I hissed. I seriously had no idea what he was rambling about, but I didn't care for it at the moment. I was dirty, I have a massive headache, I had the Sahara desert in my mouth, AND I was dirty!

"No I will not be quiet, Allura. I went through hell and back. I don't even know what's going on."

"I will tell you everything you need to know but right now I need you to shut up. I have been attacked, kidnapped, and buried alive all in one night!" I was raising my voice as well. If he experienced all the crap I have been through, he would want peace and quiet too. "I just need a moment, Chase. Can I get a moment?"

He looked down at me for a moment then nodded his head. Thank goodness! I sat down on the nearest bench breathing in the oxygen to soothe my burning throat and lungs. "Now, you said that you woke up feeling like your body was on fire?"

"Yes. I was sweating and I felt this . . . this heat inside me. It was weird, Lurie. Like fucking weird, weird."

"Stop cursing."

"Sorry." Chevy took his shaking hand rubbed his face.

"I went through the same thing."

He paused his pacing to look at me. "You did?"

I shook my head. "When I was in my," I cleared my throat. "Grave, I felt the burning. First, it was an uncomfortable feeling. Then I felt heat in the pit of my stomach and all the sudden my whole body went ablaze." Chase waited for me to tell him more. I sighed and gosh darn it did it hurt. It hurts to breathe right now. "My guess," I shook my head. "No, I know for a fact your demon trait surfaced and so did mine."

I watched Chase stare at me stare at him. I could tell this was something that he did not want to deal with and in a way; I didn't either, at least not now. We didn't ask to be what we were. We knew nothing about it. Our mother kept this from us, her children.

"I know this is a lot."

"A lot?" Chase chuckled humorless. "A lot? Lurie, this is not a lot. This is . . . this is . . . this is fu-freaking colossal! This is something that normal people do not go through."

"Yes, but we were never normal, Chevy."

"We were. We were fine before this happened. We were fine. What we are, we shouldn't be! We're freaking lizard for Christ sake!" He shook his head and started pacing again. "This is too weird, Allura. I mean this . . ." He didn't finish his sentence. His emotions were all over the place and they were making me uncomfortable. His emotions were rubbing against my skin and it was already too sensitive for my liking.

I winced at his emotions attacked me viciously. "Could you try to settle down a bit?"

"Settle down? You want me to settle down?" Chase asked incredulously. "Are you kidding me right now?"

"No I'm not kidding, Chase." I snapped back strongly. I had enough. "I know you are scared, angry, confused, and going mad about this but –"

"Don't do that! Don't try to tell how you think I feel. You know nothing how I feel, Lurie!"

"I know exactly how you feel because I can feel it!" I found myself standing up regardless how much my body wanted to sit back down. "I can feel everything your feeling at this moment."

Chase stared down at me taking in what I said. "What are you . . . Lurie, what –"

"I am an Empath. I can feel emotions and yours right now is actually hurting me. I mean physically hurting me." I huffed. "And even if I couldn't feel your emotions, I just went through what you went through moments ago and you're telling me I don't know how you feel?"

Chevy mouth slacked then closed only to open again. I could feel his shame brushing against my skin and his regret, but I was too pissed off to care. Alistair annoying smug voice chimed in my head. It wasn't until now that I could see my brother had some self absorbed tendencies. I turned away from him too angry to look at his face. I really wanted to smack him. I loved my brother but he could be dense at times and it drives me up the freaking wall.

I could feel his eyes on me and it was irritating me even more. I rolled my eyes and turned back to him. "Spit it out, Chevy."

"I . . . you're an Empath?"

Out of all that, that was what he wanted to say? I bit the inside of my cheek holding back my curses and answered, "Yes."

He looked at me thoughtfully for a minute before he spoke. "So . . . in the kitchen. When you hugged me . . ."

"I felt everything you were feeling and I hated it. I hated that you felt useless, hopeless, fearful, and so much more that I can't even describe." I looked up to my brother who eyes were shining with unshed tears. "You were in so much pain and I couldn't let that fester inside you." I shrugged. "So I took it away."

"Yes but . . . I saw you lying on the floor. You looked like you were dying." He paused. "Did you almost die because of me?" I pressed my lips together not wanting to say anything. I didn't want my brother to guilt trip himself. It wasn't the reason why I did it and I didn't want him to think that. "Lurie, answer me."

I shook my head. "No. I didn't almost die because you of you, Chevy. I wasn't cautious. I never tried anything like that and I didn't think it through. This wasn't your fault, okay?"

He nodded his head but I could feel he didn't believe me. He stepped away from me then looked towards my open grave. "So our demon . . . stuff," I snorted. "Surfaced. So that means . . . we're demons now?"

"We're Regulars to be exact, yes, but it seem like you went through the transformation. You said you saw your scales?"

He shook his head. "When I was in front of this red door I saw them."

"What red door?"

"I don't know. One moment I was in my room then I teleported and –"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute." I held my hand up. "You teleported?"

Chase looked at me strangely before answering. "Yeah."

"You transported from your room to the cemetery?"

"Yes."

I was dumbfounded. He teleported? "Is that's why you're um . . . you're naked?" I motioned to his body.

Chevy looked down at himself. "Oh shit! I mean sugar." I rolled my eyes. "I'll be right back."

"Right back? Where are you –" I didn't get a chance to finish because my brother was no longer in front of me. He disappeared in thin air before my very eyes. How the h –

"Back." Chase was back fully clothed in denim jeans, red shirt, and work boots. Are you kidding me right now? "I brought you my hoody since your clothes are singed.

I stared at the black hoody then back at Chase. He teleported. He teleported back to his room to get dress then transported back here to give me a hoody? This sucks! I snatched the hoody from his hand and put it on. I was pissed. "How did you do that?"

"What, teleport?"

I raised my brow questioning his sanity. "What the hell else would I be talking about? How to make Kool-aid? Yes, teleport, Chase."

"I don't know. The first time it just happened. Just now, I knew I wanted to go back to get dress and then," He made a pop noise with his mouth. "I was in my room. I got dressed and did the same thing except wanting to get back to you and here I am."

I glared at him with best evil eyes I could muster. "You suck."

"What did I do?"

"Shut up." I zippered the too big black hoody and folded my arms against my chest. I knew I was acting childish but frankly, I didn't get a flying hoot. When Alistair comes back, he was going to teach me teleportation. "Finish your story."

Chevy stared at me as if I lost my mind. Too late. "Yeah . . . right, I tele –" I gave him a look. "I got here to the cemetery and then I felt like something was pulling me somewhere." I raised my eyebrow but I let my brother keep talking. "Then I was in this dark hall and there was a red door. Through the door I could feel you."

"You could feel me?"

"Yeah, like your aura or presence or whatever. I felt it when I woke up when I was . . . transforming?" I nodded. "So I reached to open the door and I saw my scales." He stared down at his limb and brushed his fingertips against his tawny skin. His eyes were glassy and had a faraway look about them. "There were this reddish color and they were soft. I mean I would think they would be rough and you know, scaly." I snorted. My brother, the articulate. "It was the scariest thing I ever saw but it was . . ." He paused looking for the right word.

"Cool?" I suggested.

He let out a shaky laugh. "Yes." Chase sobered still looking down his arm then to his hand. "I had black claws." A sudden fear plagued over him. "Blood." He whispered.

"Blood? What blood?" Chevy covered his mouth shifting his eyes back and forth. The grainy emotion stabbed me like little tiny needles in my skin. "Who's blood was it, Chase?"

"I-I don't know. I opened the red door and it was nothing but darkness, but I could still see. There was an empty cage. Then I heard voices. I turned to see another cage and it was a demon inside, a Regular demon I'm guessing." Chase looked away from me thinking back on it.

I could feel his confusion and it smelled of rubber. The more confused my brother got, the more horrible it smelled. I covered my nose when it began to smell like burnt rubber. Not able to take anymore of his silence, I touched his arm. What was meant to happen was me trying to get his attention, but instead I was seeing images. Chase was letting his mind wander back to the time he opened the red door. Next picture was the Regular he was talking about inside an iron cage. I watched him remember its scales and unique color hair, but the one thing he remembered vividly was the demon's eyes.

Though the color was soft, its glare was not. They were hard and murderous when looking at a cloak figure. I swallowed the lump in my throat recognizing the cloak. It was the daunting. Why was he inside Chase's mind? How does Chase even know what it looked like?

The images transfigured into his real memories. It was as if I was watching a movie. His attention went back to the Regular in the iron cage. It was a woman . . . well a she-demon to be exact. Whatever the correct term for it was, it had a womanly figure. The scales were different shades of lavender. Some were different dark hues while others were hues of light. Looking closely there was subtle pinks and blues meshed with the lavenders. It was hard to explain what I was seeing, but it was beautiful the way they glimmered. Then there was the She Demon's hair. It was the color of starlight. Silver tresses fell over her shoulders and down her back. The demon's hair went well with her colorful scales making them seem brighter.

Though Chevy took in all the demon's attributes, the one image he came back to was the Regular's eyes. They were a striking color that reminded me of an amethyst stone. Some other color I couldn't recognize was blended, but majority of it was violet. Though the color was alluring and soft, there was a glare to them that took away its innocents. They were hard and murderous staring at the creature. I could see all the promises of suffering and pain she wished to inflict on the daunting through her eyes.

I watched the She Demon smile unrepentantly at my brother then back at the daunting. The creature had no clue my brother was behind him, a perfect time to attack and he did not disappoint. One second the daunting was teasing the She Demon with a key then he was holding his neck. I held in a scream as I watched black blood pooled on the floor. The same blood dripped from my brother's claws making its own small puddle. The reel went back to the She Demon as it mocked the daunting.

There was sick glee in her eyes watching the creature suffer. She was cruel and regal at the same time standing over her adversary. As a whole, the demon looked pitiless and mature, but playful, sadistically playful. It was scary to watch but I couldn't help but to feel satisfied the daunting was suffering. What it did to me, what it did to my mind was beyond callous. That thing used my mind, my memories against me. I felt hopeless. I felt terrified. I felt useless. I felt as though I had nothing inside me. I was hollow. To see the daunting holding its neck as it bled out gave me a sick pleasure. I could feel my flame darkening as my bloodlust began to rise.

"It was you." He blinked.

My brother's voice snapped me back into reality. I blinked a couple times trying to shake the violent tremors from me. I caught Chase's attention on me and I had to say it was weirding me out a bit. "What's wrong?"

"It was you. It was you in that cage."

Fear struck me cold. "What are you talking about?"

"That demon in the cage was you, Lurie. You were that Regular thing."

What? "No. That wasn't me." I shook my head not believing him. That couldn't be me, could it?

"Think about it, Lurie. I heard your voice in my head. I felt your presence through that door. When I open it, I could still feel it as I walked closer to that demon. She was you."

My heart was pounding and my flame was licking my insides. My stomach was in knots and I could taste bile on my tongue. The picture of the She Demon flashed in my head. I stubbornly shook it out. "No, that wasn't me. Chase, that Regular was the complete opposite of me. I don't enjoy pain." Yes you do. "I can't even stand the sight of blood." You do now. "That Regular liked the daunting in pain." No, we loved it. "I would never do that." Now you do.

Shut up! Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP!

The voice finally quieted in my head and I was grateful for it, but I was still shaking. I raked my hand through my hair. My nail scraped at my scalp making me cry out in pain. I snatched my hand out of my hair and gasped looking down at my hand. There was blood on my finger but that wasn't what I was most shocked about. "W-what . . ."

"Lurie . . ." I heard Chase say but I couldn't tear my eyes away from my hand.

I raised it up to my face and watched my blood slide down long white claws to the ombré of lavenders colored scales. My eyes traveled down my arms to see the rest of my scales but there wasn't. There were only patches. It covered my whole hand then there were patches up my arm. Some were big then some were small. I looked at my other arm; it was my normal russet skin. No scales, no claws, just plain normal.

My eyes made their way back to my semi-transformed arm. "It was me." The demon Chase saw was me, which meant the daunting wasn't in his head, but in mine again.

"Lurie, your hair."

My head snapped back up. "My hair?" I touched my hair and brought it to my face. I didn't see anything but black locks until I found a thick strip of silver. My fingers traced it and traveled to the root of my hair.

WHAT. THE. FLIP.

I touched my face and the left side covered in lavender scales while the other had none. The scales traveled down to my neck and shoulder but didn't appear anywhere else until it got to my bicep. I shook my head not believing what was happening. I was freaking out right now. It wasn't because my scales and hair, it was the simple fact that I wasn't freaking out about my scales and hair. I should be screaming to the rooftops but I wasn't. I felt, as though I expected this to happen all along which wasn't the case.

"My eyes." I muttered to myself.

From the corner of my eye, I could see a piece of shard glass lying in the dirt. I quickly went for it and picked up to see my reflection. Staring back at me was a shining violet eye with a long black slit in the middle. My other eye was brown but I could see some of the violet meshed in with the brown. Why was I only half-way transformed? Why was –

My ranting ceased when I felt something stabbed in my side. I looked down at the left of me and saw a knife digging in my torso. My eyes traveled up the knife to see a hand wrapped around the handle. My eyes didn't stop moving up until I saw the owner's face. It wasn't until I was staring at my abuser's eyes when I smelled the familiar scent of pennies. "Rene."

Rene's hateful eyes stared back at me as he stabbed the knife harder into me. I felt nothing but a pinch. Slowly I zippered my hoody down and opened it to see the blade went through the thick cotton material of the hoody. The blade was stabbing against my scales. Taking a closer look, I could see that the knife didn't penetrate my skin. I was a shocked and pissed off at the same time.

My eyes rested on the blade digging in the side of my stomach then at Rene. He stabbed me. "You stabbed me." Rene didn't reply back but pushed harder into my side. The force made me step back a little but I took two steps forward making him stumble a bit. "You stabbed me." Hearing me say it again did something to me. Heat shot through my spine and expanded all over my body. My flame reddish orange color turned pitch black. "You. Stabbed. Me." Bloodlust filled me as I said again. I felt my blunt teeth beginning to feel pointed sliding out of my gums.

I wrapped my clawed hand around his wrist to push it and the knife away from me. Rene pushed back but it was fruitless. Seeing his face before when I laying on the ground in Fangtasia parking lot flashed in my mind. The smug smile he had on his face. The recognition that he was the one that sabotage that my car, hit me in the back of the head, then buried me alive. With swiftness I didn't know I had, I snapped his wrist.

"Ah! My wrist! You devil bitch, you broke my wrist!" He fell to the ground holding his wrist to his chest.

The sickening pleasure seeing my captor in pain filled me. Slowly, I could feel something coming over me. My body and mind was not my own but I could see everything. I could feel everything what this other being was feeling. They wanted blood.

I felt a smile that was not my own stretch across my lips and a voice that didn't belong to me, but to the Regular in the iron cell. "So you are the one that has been giving me so much trouble." The silvery voice mocked playfully. "Where's the daunting?" Rene didn't speak, only stared up at the monster in front of him. I could smell the succulent flavor of his fear. It licked my lips and shivered when the scent saturated my tongue. "Your fear is delicious."

My legs kneeled down to Rene's level to smell more of his fear. It was driving me insane. I wanted more. Rene whimpered as it moved me closer to him and sniffed him. A moan broke from my lips as my mouth watered. It moved me back so I could look at Rene's face. It tilted my head to the side looking down on its prey and felt the sadistic smile stretch wider displaying sharp teeth.

"I can't wait to rip you apart."

-OOOoooOOoooOOO-

The She Demon snatched Rene's face to move him closer to her. Rene tried to rip his face away, but the demon's grip grew tighter around his jaw. "I wouldn't wiggle so much, darling. I would hate to snap your neck accidently." Rene instantly stopped struggling. "Good boy. Now, where's the daunting?" She asked sweetly batting her eyelashes.

"D-Dauting?"

"Yes, the daunting. Black cloak, grey ugly face, nasty breath, spiders coming out of his mouth, is this ringing any bells pumpkin?"

"I don't know where it is. I only saw him once. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you demon spawn. I knew and your brother was nothing but the devil chil-ah-ah"

The She Demon squeezed his jaw harder to shut him up. "Such a nasty mouth you have." He turned back to Chase. "Doesn't he brother?"

"A-Allura?"

The demon squint her eyes then sighed. "You're back to yourself again. No matter," She turned her attention back on Rene. "I can have you all to myself."

Rene began to wiggle again and scraping his nails into the demon skin, but she wouldn't let go. "Get the hell off of me!"

The demon only smiled. She stood from her hunches and brought her captive up with her. "Now what should I do with you? Should I drain you dry of your emotions then kill you or should I play with you first then dry you of your emotions. Either way, you will die."

"Go to hell." He hissed and spat on her face.

The ejected saliva landed on the demon's cheek free of scales. The She Demon took her free hand to wipe her cheek and looked down at the gob. Flashes of him spitting on her while lying helpless on the wet concrete ground, in pain and helpless to fight back. Her flame roared red. Violet and brown orbs traveled back to its prey. Her lips pulled back over teeth wanting to sink them in his neck.

Chase felt his blood boil. He felt his demon just beneath the surface ready to come out and protect his blood, but Chase pushed it down stubbornly. He was ready. "Allura." Chase took a careful step towards the demon. "Put him down."

The demon kept her eyes on the cowering male in her grasp. "You know you should let him out." Chase stopped walking looking at the demon's back. "I don't why you can't grasp it. You're one of the same, but yet you want to hold yourself back, because you're scared." She scoffed. "I find it hilarious that he is letting you hold him back."

Chase's eyes went wide. "Letting me?"

The demon looked over her shoulder. "Oh that's precious. You actually thought you willed him to stay back." She laughed sending tiny chills up Chase's spine. "You're funny." She turned back to Rene. The sight of him sickened her to her core. Feeling her rage return, she squeezed tighter around until she heard a sharp crack. Rene cried in pain feeling his bone crack. "You see I'm not like my brother. Deep down Allura wants me to come out anyway."

She shrugged her shoulder. "So I do. Even if she didn't, I would come out anyway. I take care of what my other part of me doesn't want to do. For example, the other part of me wants this piece of nothing to live." She rolled her eyes. "I on the other hand," She stuck her other clawed hand in Rene's torso. "I don't care." Rene's mouth open to scream but no sound couldn't break free.

"Allura wouldn't do this! She would let him live. My sister is not a killer."

The She Demon let her head fall back exasperated from the sheer nonsense coming from his mouth. "What you two need to understand is that we are you. There is no me and her. There is no you and him. There is only one Allura and one Chase." Her white claws elongated inside Rene's torso slicing through his tissue making the killer bellow in pain. "If I would kill this waste of creation then Allura sure would because deep down she desire for his blood to spill." She digs her claws deeper in Rene's torso.

His scream tore through Chase's ear. "Stop! Just stop hurting him, okay. I can call the police and they can send him to jail. Just stop, please." His answer was more screams coming from Rene, as the She Demon's claws grew longer. Heat piled in his chest as he felt his flame burn. "Put him down, now!" He commanded.

Hearing the subtle tone of her demon brother, the She Demon decided to cut her fun short. "Fine, I'll put him down." She looked over her shoulder to see Chase heaving. "But do know this is what my other half wanted, no matter how much she tries to deny it. I am she and you are he – the demon that resides in you. We are one of the same. It is our other halfs that think otherwise." With her last word, she let go of Rene's jaw and set him on his feet. "Happy?"

Chase stared at the demon not wanting to believe this was his sister. Allura wouldn't want to kill anyone. He knew it was only the demon in her influence. "Move away from him."

The She Demon raised her brow not liking his tone. With turning from him, she used dug her other claw hand on the other side of Rene torso. Rene cried out in pain feeling the claws growing longer inside of him.

"I said let him go!" Chase roared making the scales under his tawny skin surface.

The She Demon pouted and extracted her claws from Rene's torso. With nothing to hold him up, he fell to the dirt ground in a whimpering mess. "You're no fun you know that." Chase jutted his chin not caring what the demon thought. "Remember what I said, brother. One and the same." She winked. The She Demon closed her eyes and took a breath. When eyes opened again, Allura was back. "What happened?"

"Allura?" She nodded. Chase took three long strides to her and snatched her in a hug. "Are you okay?"

Allura nodded her head not wanting to say anything. She saw everything the demon – what she was doing and everything that came out of her mouth was the truth. She wanted to kill Rene without delay. Allura knew it was the wrong thing to do, but she thought of all the things he done. He made her suffer at her weakest point with the help of the daunting. She wanted him dead and it scared her to pieces.

Chase rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. "Let's call the police and head home."

Allura nodded her head and moved away from him. The wind blew and a familiar scent entered her nose. Allura whipped her head around. "She's here."

Chase brow furrowed. "Who?"

She turned back to her brother startled. "Sookie," A light pressure tugged in her chest. She could feel Sookie close. "Sookie is here."

"Sookie? Why would Sookie be here?"

"Because," Allure buttoned her lips about to tell Chase Sookie's secret. "Because she associates with vampires."

Chase thought for a moment and everything became clear. His heart weighed heavy when he thought about Gran's death. Everything made sense. Vampire Bill was with Sookie and Vampire Bill was at the D.G.D. meeting. Rene killed Gran and was trying to kill Sookie. Both were associating themselves with a vampire. "Where is she?"

Allura pointed to the red truck far out. "Can't you smell her?"

Chase sniffed the air and could smell Sookie's scent. "Lilac." Allura nodded. "Stay here. I'll be right back." He closed his eyes and pictured Sookie's face. He felt a tingling on his skin then his stomach dropped and flipped.

When the sensation subsided, he opened his eyes to see Rene's truck with Sookie unconscious in the back wagon next to a shovel. He could smell his sister getting closer to where he was standing. He tilted his head back and could see Allura from behind the tall angel headstone. She was still a good seventy feet from where he was.

He turned back to Sookie ready to take her, but stopped when he felt a twist in his gut at the same time Allura did. Chase was the first to turn around. "Allura!" Allura turned around seeing Rene standing to his feet with the blade in hand.

"I'm going to send you and your brother, demons, Sookie, fangbangers, and any other likely kind out there back to where you belong." Rene gripped his hand tighter around the blade.

Chase felt his demon clawing out and this time he didn't hold it back. He moved swiftly to grab the shovel in the wagon and broke it in half with his knee creating a makeshift spear. "Allura!" She turned seeing Chase stretched his arm back. "Finish him!" He then launched the spear. No sooner his fingertips left the handle, it the broken wood disappeared.

Everything transpired in a slow motion. Allura could hear Rene coming towards her but her eyes never left the spot where Chase threw the wooden spear. She could hear the self-made spear zooming through the air, but couldn't see it. While her back was turned, Rene was hobbling towards her praying not to topple over. Pain in his torso was excruciating, but he kept moving forward. His hate fueled his movements and was the necessary emotion to keep him up right. Once Rene was close enough to stab Allura in the back, he thrust the knife forward.

Allura turned around seeing Rene and the blade ready to embed in her stomach. Allura raised her hand in the air. Through the large angel headstone, the spear began to appear. Allura arched her back and twisted her body to stretch her hand farther out to catch the spear. As the spear came towards her, time began to speed up. She grabbed the broken shovel handle with her left hand and captured Rene's unbroken wrist.

Rene saw the clawed hand wrap around his wrist. He went to pull back but found himself being pulled forward. His eyes rose up to see bright violet eyes glowering. He didn't see the broken wood coming down on him fast. He opened his mouth to scream but he could already feel the wood lodged in his stomach.

Allura flame roared with victory seeing one of her antagonist finally beaten. The violet in her eyes disappeared until only light brown ones were in its place. Allura blinked staring at Rene staring back at her. Her eyes cast down at her hands holding the broken wood. A loud cough broke her out of her stupor. Her mouth opened and closed trying to find words.

Rene took a step forward making Allura move backwards. He kept walking until he lost his footing and fell forward. Allure leaned back but couldn't let go of the wooden shovel handle. She quickly dropped the wood in her hands and watched Rene fall limp to the ground.

Her body was shaking as the smell of pennies clawed through her nose. She went to cover her nose stop the assault but hesitated once she saw blood on her hands. Allura had an unsettling feeling of déjà vu as she stared down at her bloodied hands.

Her mind sent her back to the day at Merlotte's with Chase before they found about Jason's arrest. It was when she first met Rene. She remembered his kind smile but ill feeling radiating off him. The smell of pennies sickened her and she couldn't understand why he smelled that way until now. Then the blood that was on her hands after she shook his hand. "It was a warning." She muttered to herself.

It was all a warning. The smell of pennies was the scent of his blood and the blood on her hands was the possible future of killing Rene. Not only she was an Empath but also she had the gift of Precognition; the gift to perceive future events before they happen.

"Lurie."Allura turned around to see her brother looking down at her. "You're fine okay." It wasn't until he said that was when she noticed she was hyperventilating. She was having one of her fits. "Calm down. You're fine. I'm right here okay."

The small Gracie woman could hear her brother but she was too shaken up. Everything that was happening from the day she accepted being a Regular to now slammed back to her all at once. Her breaths were coming out harshly and her chest began to tighten. Her eyes sight was beginning to become blurry. A small whimper escaped her trembling lips as hot tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Allura!" Chase shook her shoulder catching attention. "Breathe, okay. I need you to breathe. Breathe with me." Chase inhaled then exhaled. Allura took a steady breath and slowly breathed out. "Good, good. Keep going." As he inhaled, she did too and when he exhaled, she did as well. After a few more breaths, Allura was finally calmed down. "Are you okay?"

"No. No, I am not okay, Chase. This," She pointed to Rene's immobile body. "Is not okay. I killed someone. I killed someone." I shook her.

"Allura, it was self defense. He was going to stab you."

"I know that! I know that but it's . . ." Making blood smear, she dug her palm in forehead trying to bring her rattled mind at ease. She could feel her layers stitching themselves together at a steady pace, but it didn't help keep the fresh images of Rene from her mind. "I know it was self defense but that's not what I'm freaking out about."

"Then what is it."

"I liked it. I liked the fact that I did it." Breath left from her body as she admitted the truth. Her chest constricted trying to keep her mouth shut but a part of her didn't want to keep quiet. She had to be out before it tears up her mind and fester in like a disease. "I felt joy when I plunged that wood in him. My flame burst inside me feeling the sick satisfaction that I have murdered this man." Tears fell down her face.

"I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't be happy that I did this. I took someone's life, Chase. I took it and I am reveling in it as I'm speaking to you." Allura wiped her eyes taking a deep breath to calm herself. "I am changing, Chase. I am changing physically and mentally. Being what I am is changing the way I think. What I knew before – right and wrong, my morals – do not apply to what I am now. What am I supposed to do with that?"

Chase rubbed his face not knowing what to say. What could he say? He only found out he was a Regular two days ago. He was just as stuck as his sister was. He watches Allura bury her face in her hands. The scales have disappeared and her hair was back to being black. She looked liked Allura but she didn't feel like old Allura. There were traces but the Gracie male could tell there was more to her this time. Though he could see this, he couldn't tell if this was a good thing or not.

Chase sighed and rubbed his temples. Thinking on everything what happened was making his head hurt. "Lurie?" He called to her, but she didn't answer.

Chase rolled his eyes and dragged her to him until she was buried safely in his chest. He felt Allura tense when he made contact with her but after a few moments her body began to ease. Allura tightened her arms around her brother's waist. She could feel his sorrow emotions but they eclipsed with his understanding and determination. Allura soaked in the positive emotion and let it saturate her flame making the solemn navy blue to a burning orange.

Allura took a deep breath and stepped back to look up at her brother with resolve. "Let's get Sookie." Chase smiled down at her and Allura gave him a slight one. She wasn't better, but she was better than what she was before. What she needed was time to take everything in again. She needed to time to heal herself mentally since the daunting damaged it almost beyond repair.

"Hold on." Chase told her.

Allura's brow furrowed feeling his excitement. "What are y –" Her sentence was cut off when Chase grabbed her and teleported to Rene's truck.

Allura stepped out of Chase's arms to try to catch her breath. "You know," She heaved feeling her stomach churning. "You could have warned me that you were going to do that."

"What? I said hold on."

Allura pushed herself up. "Oh that is a great indication. What was I thinking?" The young demon scoffed as she rubbed her belly trying to settle her insides down. "Get Sookie, please."

Chase opened the wagon door and pulled Sookie to his chest. "Come on, Lurie. Hold on to my arm so I can –"

"No." She shook her head. "If I do that again, I'll throw up. I'll walk to the farmhouse."

"We'll walk together."

The two walked until they were out of the cemetery until they reached a fork. To their right, there was Gran's farmhouse and to their left was the Compton manor. Allura looked down the dirt path leading to Vampire Bill's home. It was a few hours until nightfall. She bit the corner of her lip as a plan formed in her mind. Once she mapped it out, she nodded to herself coming up with a decision.

"Chase, take Sookie to the farmhouse and I'll meet you there." She started down the dirt road leading to the Compton house.

"Where are you going?"

"Aunt Clara told me that I needed to watch out for Sookie. That Bill would hurt her. I know he is up to no good. He's hiding something and I want to know what." She looked over her shoulder but kept walking. "Go take Sookie home and wait for me to come back." Not waiting for her brother's reply, she marched on to the manor.

Back in the cemetery laid Rene's body. The hateful human was still alive but he could feel he was about to die soon with all the blood he was missing. When he thought he was about to take his last breath, a shadow cast over him.

"Well, look at thisss." The daunting stared down at his puppet and tsked. "SSSuch a waste you were." He perched on the angel headstone above Rene looking down at him with his piercing yellow eyes. The daunting stretched the shadow beneath him to the tall pine tree near him. Emerging from the shadow was his pet. "Abigail my darling, I need you."

The large spider climbed on his master's shoulder and tucked its long legs underneath them. He whispered something to his Abigail in ancient tongue. Knowing what her master asks of her, she climbed down his shoulder and over to Rene's body.

"Make it quick, my pet." The hunter's eyes grew devilishly yellow watching his pet do what he commanded. "We have Regulars to kill."

-OOOoooOOoooOOO-

APOV

I stood standing a few feet from Vampire Bill's driveway. I scrunched my nose. I could smell Gorilla Bill from all the way over here. Shaking the disgust from me, I closed my eyes and took a breath checking my flame. When I opened my eyes feeling relieved it worked. I felt a smile curl on my lip realizing I conquered a different ability without Alistair's help.

After I left Chase to take Sookie home, I was trying to find a way to hide my scent. I never tried to before and I was freaking out a bit because I knew I needed to if I was going to snoop around Creeper Bill's lair. As I pondered on it, it finally came to me. I imagined I was in a box keeping my essence inside. Coincidently when I imagined myself in a box, my flame was incased in box as well. It was invisible to my eyes, but I could feel it concealing the roaring orange flames trapping my scent with it.

With another deep breath, I began walking Creeper Bill's driveway with grit swelling inside me. I had to know what he was planning with Sookie. I knew that Creeper Bill had known about Sookie's telepathy beforehand. I would be stupid to think otherwise, but I knew there was something more to the story.

I stepped up the rickety steps and took in my surroundings. His home was huge but crappy looking. I scrunched up my nose smelling all sorts of foul things. I flagged my hand over her nose. It smelled horrible. Between his fishy corpse stench and the mixture of salty lust and blood was burning my nose. I shut off my emotional scent but I could still smell dead flesh. Gross.

Ignoring the stench (or at least trying to), I jiggled the doorknob. It was locked. I flailed my hands in the air and let them drop limply by my side. How was I going to get inside? I bit the inside of my cheek thinking of plan, which was a miracle within itself. I was surprised I could think at all, with how my head was throbbing. My layers were slower putting themselves back together. I was weak and needed solid substance in my stomach, a long bath, and sleep. After this crap was over, I was hibernating.

"What are you doing?"

I swear when I say I felt like I jumped out of my skin, then I mean that. I mean flesh on the floor. I held my hand over my rapidly beating heart that was pounding against my ribs. I slit my eyes at the culprit. "What the hell, Chevy?"

"Sorry. I thought you could feel my aura or whatever like I did you. Isn't that a Regular thing?"

"Not . . . when . . . you . . . teleport!" I punched his arm with each word I spoke. "Geez, Chase. You scared me half to death." I stated, punching him one last time.

"I'm sorry okay. I'm new at this." He rubbed the sore spot on his bicep. Oh please! I didn't hit him that hard. What a baby. "What were you doing?"

"Never mind what I was doing. What are you doing? I told you to stay with Sookie."

"Like I'm going to let you walk into a vampire's hideaway by yourself."

I pinched the bridge of her nose. If I wasn't so tired and feeling the after effects of me having a mini heart attack, I would strangle him. "I was fine, Chase. What I'm not fine with is your scent all over the place."

"My scent?" He asked dumbly.

"Yes you scent, genius. Vampires have acute sense of smell and can tell when and how long someone been somewhere. Just like us."

"Oh." He said lamely.

"Yes oh." I rubbed my face and slid it down my face contemplating if I should scratch my face off or not. Why does everything have to be so complicated? "We have to hide your scent." I sighed as fatigue fell over. Goodness, I was tired.

"How can we do that?"

"I don't know. You teleported from Sookie's place to here, so at least that's something. It's only one spot we have to cover and we have to do it fast. Your scent is spreading out." I stepped around him and started smelling around the deck. "Ugh! Your scent is everywhere."

Chase stood back looking thoughtful for a moment trying to figure out what he could do. I let him think on whatever as I try to think of a way to make his scent disappear. Maybe I could – No, that wouldn't work. Maybe – No! That wouldn't work either. I seriously didn't need this right now. Why couldn't he just do what I asked him? How hard was it to stay with Sookie? But no, he had show off with his stupid teleporting and leave his stupid stench every – Pause . . .

I sniffed the air around me. That couldn't be right. I sniffed around me again and I smelled the same thing seconds ago, nothing. When I turned to face Chase, he was just opening his eyes. "What did you do?"

"I took my scent away."

My eyebrows went up completely shocked and impressed. "You took – what? How?"

"I don't know. I just imagined a vacuum and sucked it to me. Now my body kind of hurts from sucking it back inside my pores." He winced squaring his tensed shoulder. I sent calm to him but it didn't work much. He must be really in pain.

That was something to think on later, but first, "Imagine yourself inside a box keeping your essence inside. Your thoughts should mirror what is happening to your flame, keeping your flame in a box along with your scent."

After a moment, Chase relaxed his shoulder feeling the annoying pain ebb away. "Thanks."

I gave him a lopsided smile and turned to the door. "Now that's taken care of, how do we get inside?"

From the corner of my eye, I could see a smile stretched across his face. I felt strange that we are smiling so much after the drastic day we were having. Something was terribly wrong with us. My attention went back to Chevy who was now smiling down at me. I have to say, I was officially creeped out.

"There is one way."

I stared at him with his evil grin slapped on his face. I knew exactly what he meant. "I am not doing that again."

"Oh come on, Lurie. How else are we supposed to get inside? I can easily get us inside the house."

"You just want show off."

He opened his mouth then closed it. "Yes I do, but you know it's what we have to do. Vampire Bill would notice if we broken inside his house. It's not like we have a key."

I pouted. YES, I POUTED, so what! I didn't want to teleport. For one, when he does it, it makes me want to throw up. Secondly, I am highly jealous that he got it in one try. I tried doing it as I was walking to Creeper Bill's house and nothing happened. No justice.

I stared up at Chevy and held in my annoyance as he gave me his puppy eyes. This was a sucky day. "Fine." Chase pumped his fist in the air. What a child "Just warn me when you are about to do it. I am already dirty. I don't need to make a bigger mess by throwing up everywhere."

"Got'cha." Chase peaked through the window to see what the darkened foyer looked like from inside. I guess he needed to picture where he was going before he did it. "Okay, I'm ready." I trudged stubbornly over to my brother and held his hand. "Are you ready?"

I nodded closing my eyes. Please God, please let us no teleport inside a wall or get stuck in the floor. A familiar tingle came over my skin and my stomach dropped then flipped twisting all my insides. I seriously hated this. Seconds later the tingling went away, I opened my eyes to find I was inside the Compton house and what a nasty sight it was. The outside looked better than the inside.

"Well, this isn't creepy at all." I walked forward leading out of the foyer. "I feel like I'm in an episode of Scooby-Doo"

"Like, seriously Daphne." Chase parody Shaggy as he looked around as they stepped inside the living room. "Creep central."

"Why do I have to be Daphne?" I couldn't help but ask. She was such a damsel in distress and that so wasn't me.

"Who would you be? You're not Velma. You're not smart enough. Ouch!" I smacked his arm for teasing me.

"Shut up." I hissed. I opened my emotional scent and cringed smelling fish and old arousal. "This is disgusting." I followed where Bill's scent was the strongest and it was leading me to a room on the side of the living room. "What's in here?"

Chase stood beside me. "Let's find out." He reached to open the door.

When the door creak open, I stepped inside first. "It's an office." There were papers littered over the desk and lots of shelves and drawers. "You check this side and I'll check over here."

An hour has passed shuffling around the fish box and so far we didn't find anything. I was beginning to get frustrated.

"Maybe we should check somewhere else." Chevy suggested.

I nodded my head. "You snoop around. I'm going to go through this last drawer." Chase nodded his head then teleported out the office. He was such a jerk.

I opened the drawer seeing tons of papers with nothing that had to do with Sookie. I lifted the stacks of papers and saw a brown leather book. I slid it out and opened it reading what was inside. At first, it was a bunch of nothing. Old documents and names that I didn't know. I was about to burn the darn thing until something caught my eye. It was my king's name, Kadian Brigant. I scanned the whole paper reading the other names until I fell one familiar one. "Holy mother Saint Mary."

"What did you find?"

I bit the inside of my cheek holding in my scream. Don't kill him, don't kill him, don't kill him. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Look."

Chevy leaned over my shoulder reading the paper. "Niall Brigant . . . Malfus Brigant . . . Brendan Brigant . . . Kadian Brigant." He waited a beat. "That's weird."

"I know!"

"All their middle names start with A's."

I shook my head. Why? "Seriously? That's all you see?" I didn't give him a chance to speak again. "Look under Niall Brigant."

His eyes wander over the page until he found it. "Whoa! Wait, so what does this mean? What is this?"

"This is some sort of family tree. None of the princes of Fae has children except Niall. Under his name, it's Fintan Brigant,"

"What kind of name is Fintan?"

"Under Fintan are Linda and Corbett Stackhouse."

"That's Sookie's aunt and father."

"Under Corbett and Michelle Stackhouse, it's Jason and Sookie Stackhouse." I turned to Chase who had a horrid look on his face. "If this is correct then that means, Sookie and Jason are fairies."

"You said Niall and the rest of three up there are kings right?"

"No. Kadian is a king because he is the demon king. Brendan, Malfus, and Niall are only princes because they didn't have the Jeweled Eyes to rule over Fae. Our king does."

Chevy shook his head. "Make sure you tell me that story later, but the Niall dude is a prince of Fae with his other three brothers?"

"Yes."

"If he's a prince that mean his line is royalty."

Holy fudge and popsicles! "If he's royalty, that means Sookie is –"

" – A princess."

"That's why Bill wants her. It's because she is fae and she is royalty."

Chevy dug in his pocket and opened up another piece paper. "Look at this. Remember when I told you each state has a Vampire King and Queen?" I nodded my head. "Well Louisiana has Queen Sophie-Anne. These are the people are under her."

I scanned my eyes over the paper not recognizing anyone until my eyes landed on Eric's. Under Eric's name was William Compton. "He works for the queen?"

"That's not the only thing. Look at his profession."

"William Compton, Procurer." I let the information settle before I exploded. "He's a pimp!" I sure there was a better word but that sum it up what he does.

"I think it's more than that. I think he tracks down vampires or any special supernaturals out there that don't want to be found, hence why he is after Sookie. Maybe try to seduce some of then while other's by force. He is going to deliver Sookie to his queen."

The queen was going to use her telepathy. It all made sense. The queen told Creeper Bill to procure Sookie. Obviously, she told him to use any tactic necessary if he is pretending to love Sookie. Goodness, I couldn't even imagine what he does to her. He probably already drunk from her and sex – ew, she had sex with him."Ugh! That sick son-of a . . ." I held in my vomit. "Chase, we have to get Sookie away from him. Everything we found, we have to show it to her."

"You took the words right out my mouth." He snatched the papers from my hand and stuffed it in his pocket. He checked his watch. "We have to go. It's three-thirty already."

We hurried and pushed all the drawers in and put everything back in place. We scrambled out the room and rushed towards the front door. "Here's what we do. We go home, clean up ourselves up and go straight to Sookie to check on her. When she wakes up, we tell her everything."

"What about Bill?" I could feel my brother's rage as he said his name. I was having a hard time keeping myself in check as well.

"We'll light him up." I hissed.

"Like a fucking Christmas tree."

We was about to enter the foyer when the front door burst open. We halted seeing who was at the door and couldn't believe what I was seeing. "What. The. Flip."

Standing outside was Rene soaked in his own blood from head to toe. He took a sluggish step forward inside Creeper Bill's home. The way he looked was off. His face was paler than usual and had purplish tints around his eyes and mouth. I covered my nose smelling his stench. He smelled foul! He no longer smelled of copper pennies, but a corpse. Not vampire corpse, but a corpse, a dead person's body standing four feet away from us.

"Lurie . . . he's dead."

"I know."

"How was that possible?"

I shook my head. "I don't kn –" That wass when I saw it. Crawling on the side of his neck, I could see a spider. "The daunting."

"What?"

"The daunting, the one with the black cloak you saw before, he is controlling Rene somehow."

"He can control the dead!"

"I guess so, Chase!"

Chevy was about to say something else but stopped when we noticed Rene mouth opening. To the human eyes, they wouldn't be able to see anything, but we could. In his mouth, I could see eight beady black eyes.

"Please tell me you see that, Lurie." I heard Chevy say but I didn't have the strength to say anything back.

A pressure was building in my chest. It knocked against me then bubbled over the surface. The sensation made my blood warm and electricity danced on my skin that reminded me of –

I gasped as I felt it come back. My connection, his blood was in me again. Mt flame roared different shades of reds and pinks creating the unique flame that only comes when he was near or he plagued my thoughts.

"Eric."

-OOOoooOOoooOOO-

In the basement of Fangtasia, Eric lays sleep waiting for his time to arise. Because he was older vampire, he didn't have to wait until nightfall. As the Viking sleeps, a churning in his blood jolts him. His cold skin warms feeling the sensation spreading through him. Eyes move back and forth behind his eyelids. Tingles danced on his pale skin from the soles of his feet to the follicles in his scalp. Another jolt came making the Viking's eyes open. Blue orbs stare at the ceiling of his coffin.

"Why am I awake?" The vampire still feels tired and know he should go back to sleep, but couldn't.

Eric stays still as his blood bubbles not knowing what was happen. It wasn't until he felt a connection snap back in place when he knew what was happening. The tiny pieces of connection that was taken from him. Now he had it back, now he had a hold of his woman. He had his mitt lockande ljus and she was alive. "Allura . . ."

The warmth in his blood began to heat up at the same time he felt his woman's anger. His fangs slammed down feeling his own anger rising.

"When we get out of here to get Allura," Eric heard Pam speak from her coffin beside his. Eric was surprised hearing her voice. His childe was not old enough to wake this early. Something was happening and it had everything to with Allura. "I hope the one that took her is there so I can drain the fucker dry."

Clicks of fangs echoed through the basement walls of Fangtasia. All four vampires were wide-awake feeling their kitten, their fire cat, and their mitt lockande ljus' rage.

Above the basement, Ginger was putting up bottles of True Blood in the fridge in the back. She took three bottles to take into her master's office. She opens the door to Eric's office expecting to see an empty room. Instead, she was faced with four vampires standing in the middle of the office. Everyone was fully dressed, except Eric who only had on black jeans and boots.

"M-Master," Ginger took a careful step backwards seeing the hunger and ire in their eyes. "What are yall doing up so early?"

Eric ignored her question and picked up his black tank top from the desk. "Ginger sweetheart, what time is it?"

"It's uh, four I think."

"Ah," Eric put on his black wife beater. "Thank you."

Before the head waitress could utter a word, she had four vampires on her sinking their teeth in her flesh.

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