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DEMON'S HUNT: NADIA THORN Author’s Note: This first part is actually just the back-story to one of the characters. Nadia Thorn and some of the other characters in her back-story were created by one of my friends who just so happens to be helping me write Demon’s Hunt. Needless to say, Nadia’s back-story takes place sometime before the events that take place in Demon’s Hunt…. Enjoy, and please leave feedback

A knock on the door. I walk slowly to answer it. I was worried about my parents; they hadn’t returned from their trip. I open the door, a knife behind my back.

“Miss Thorn?” An officer asks, looking at me.

“Yes.” I say.

“May I come in?”

“Of course.” I say with a smile. I move aside, letting him in, and place the knife on the table.

“I think that you should sit down ma’am.” I sit down on the couch. “ We have found two bodies that carried your parents identity’s. I brought you a picture; we need to make sure.” He pulls a picture from his pocket.

“Its them.” I say, covering my mouth. This is what a normal family would do. I thought to myself.

“Do you know if your parents had enemies?”

Yeah they had many of them, but it’s not like I could tell him that. “I don’t know officer.” I say.

This Thorn girl is something. “May I look around?”

“Yes. Of course.” I say with a smile. I sit still as he walks around looking at photos of me and my parents when I was younger and books in languages he probably never even heard of. “Well I’ll be outside of your house in case whoever did this to your parents are coming after you.”

“Of course.” I say. He leaves the house and I instantly grab my phone and the book of numbers. I call everyone then I dial Bogan Stone.

“Hello.”

“Bogan, its Nadia Thorn, my parents were found dead, and I have police at the house. I don’t think they will be much against whatever killed my parents.”

“I’m on my way Nadia.” He says sweetly. I hang up. The house was a mansion; an old one. My parents were not only hunters, but were as people said ‘famous’. I knew that this would draw so many people here. I hear a door open. I grab the knife and attack until hands grab mine.

“It’s just me Nadia.” Bogan whispers. He was 5’8.5”, skinny, had an 8 pack, tan skin, and blue eyes with brown hair that was styled. I throw my arms around him and cry.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll find out who killed them.” He whispers in my ear. I let go.

“I know what killed them demons.”

“Do you think that they are the same ones that_.”

“I know so.” I say. I sit on the couch.

“Well how do we do this?”

“Do what?”

“You know that this house is going to be full of people.”

“I know.” He says, holding my hand. He touches the ring he had given to me last year. “I swear that I will hunt them down Nadia.” He says.

“No. Not ‘I’, ‘we’, Bogan.”

“What? No!”

”Bogan, you know all too well they are going to come after me.”

“I won’t put you in that danger.”

“Isn’t it a little too late Sir Stone? I mean, you already have a ring on my finger.” I say with a smile.

“Nadia.”

“Bogan.”

“I promise.” He says. I stand up and head to my room. I needed to change. I open my bedroom door.

“BOGAN!” I scream. He runs to me. On my wall written in blood.

“Your next!” He goes to shield my eyes, but we both know that this has no affect on me.

“I’ll clean this up. Grab something to wear.” He orders. I walk quickly to my closet, grabbing a pair of jeans, a tank top, a sweatshirt and then a scarf with boots. I head out of my room to the bathroom. As I change I look at myself. I was a split image of both my parents. My father was born with very blonde hair and my mother had slightly vanilla colored hair.

“Nadia.” Bogan says as I walk from the bathroom. “I’ll come with you.”

“You will?”

“Of course I will. No one has seen your soon to be husband in over a year; they may think he’s dead.”

“I would laugh if it wasn’t with the circumstance that are right now.”

“Of course.” We walk out of the house hand in hand.

“Ma’am, do you know who killed your parents?”

“What are you going to do?” Reporters’ questions being asked. Bogan shields my face. As we make it to the car I get in.

“Where to Miss Thorn?” The driver asks.

“The funereal home.” I say. He turns on the radio. Bogan pulls me close to him.

“You’re gonna be fine.”

“I know.” I say. We make it to the funeral home.

“Ahh, Miss Thorn! Right this way.” Mr. Nash says, leading us to a room.

“I have the will right here. I will let you read it to yourself.” He hands me the will.

Our money will go to Nadia Thorn. The house also for whatever she chooses to do with it. Our possessions will go to nadia thorn. Basically everything is Nadia Thorn’s. Now Nadia if you’re reading this I need you to go to the one place we could be ourselves I want you to take everything and you will find a truck there it is yours.

“Is this all?”

“Yes Nadia. That is all.” Nash says.

“I think you’re lying.” He sighs, bringing out the rings my parents had. I take them, placing them onto my necklace with my shell casings.

“Nadia.”

“I think we should go. Thank you Mr. Nash. For everything.”

“Will you be needing a casket?”

“No, I’m having them cremated.”

“Oh.” He says. Bogan and me walk out.

“Head to the house I’m going to.”

“I know what you’re going to go do. Be back soon.” He says, pulling me into a kiss and leaving. I race to the woods down to the cabin. I was running. I made it to the cabin, rushing into it. Everything was a mess and I see a body just mutilated and destroyed.

“No, no, no!” I plead. It was my friend Herman. I hear something move. I stand up quickly.

“Bogan, I thought I told you_.”

“I couldn’t. I went to, but then I thought what if they are waiting for her to show up?” He says. “Who is that?”

“Herman.”

“Herman?”

“Herman, as in my best friend.”

“Oh.” I search the house until I find the hidden room. I enter it, grabbing gear and journals, stuffing them into a backpack.

“Okay, now to see the truck.” I say. We walk outside and sure enough it was an Avalanche; a new model. I smile. I place the things in the back seat.

“Nadia, who the hell are you?” I smile more.

“Oh well, a rich 16 year old who is now going to go sell things.”

“WHAT!”

“It’s not like I can live in that house anymore. It was just a temporary place. I can sell it for good money. I’ll keep the things that I’ll need, but other than that, this truck and cabin is my new home.”

“Come on Nadia, you can’t be_.”

“I am. I don’t need all of this stuff; I’m one person.” I knew Bogan hated the fact that I despised money; it was like evil. I would rather live a simple life, other than the fact that nothing is simple when it comes to hunting.

“Okay, okay. We should get back to the house. You family should be there by now.” I drive back to the house and sure enough.

“I didn’t even know I had so much family.” I mutter as I walk in. The place was packed.

“Do you even know all of them?”

“Most of them are cousins, so no. But my parents knew every single person in the family.”

“Ahh. Well, I’m going to go mingle.” He mutters, leaving me. I nod at people as they say hi.

“Nadia, so nice to see you again.” My aunt says walking up. “Of course I’m just sorry that it had to happen like this.” I say with a smile.

“Of course my dear girl.” I hadn’t seen my aunt in three years. I couldn’t stand her, in fact which is why I hadn’t seen her. “Is that a ring my girl?” She says, grabbing my hand. “Oh, is it Herman?” The name hits me.

“N-n-no. Its someone else. My parents knew his parents and we clicked.

“Oh. How long have you been without Herman?”

“Two years.” I can tell she’s upset.

“Actually, the man is around here somewhere. You can’t miss him when you see him.” I say with a smile, and walk off. I head to the kitchen where the police officer stood flirting with my little cousin.

I bet I can get lucky. I rush over, grabbing her hand.

“Hello officer.” I say with a smile. If only he wasn’t law and standing here with my family.

“Hello Miss Thorn.”

“Shouldn’t you be outside?”

“Of course.” He says, walking out.

“Come on Nadia, it’s not like_.”

“Don’t even start. He’s got no intention of wanting a relationship, and you’re like, 17.” I state. She pouts and walks off.

I can’t believe that her parents died. I hope she doesn’t kill herself.

Yeah yeah, they’re dead. She probably did it to get the money.

I bet she’s sleeping with the officer. I hated this. Of course I should’ve just shut my mind off to people, but I hadn’t. My hand twitches and Bogan grabs it.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I say. No one knew of my annoying head.

“That’s good. Your family is so annoying.” He says. I force him to let go of my hand. I walk upstairs. Who the hell had called my family? I sure the hell hadn’t.

“Bogan.” I mutter. He did things that he thought were good for me but weren’t in the end. I stay upstairs until most leave. I head back down and Bogan stood talking to someone and my cousin stood with the officer. I take my pocket knife out, flipping it open. I glare at the officer and throw it, slicing a nice line across his face. He jumps in surprise as the knife sticks in the wall. I walk down.

“Oh my. I’m so sorry. I thought I saw a spider” I say. Everyone knew that I hated spiders.

“It’s okay Miss Thorn, nothing too bad.”

“Yeah, nothing too bad. Touch her again and it might be.” I grab my cousin, dragging her to her father.

“I think that you should take her home.”

“Of course.” He grabs her arm, dragging her out the door.

“Well those of you who are staying, you know where the rooms are.” I say with a half smile. As they head to the rooms I sink to the couch.

”Nadia?”

“Bogan, why the hell did you do this.”

“What?”

“You know.”

“If you’re implying your family, I didn’t…. I thought you did.”

“No way in hell.”

“Well then who.” And that’s when I see it. “Bogan.” I whisper.

“Nadia, get out.” He says.

“No!” I snap. I race up the stairs. The 3rd floor was for guests. Could I make it? I fling the door open and I catch 4 shapes standing.

“NO, please!” My aunt screams. I race forward to her and the shapes start to advance until I turn around, speaking an exorcism. My aunt stares in shock. She was badly wounded.

“CALL 911!” I yell as Bogan makes it up finally. He dials. “Look at me!” I snap at my aunt, and she looks at me. “What you just saw you cannot speak of it to anyone.” She nods. I don’t know if she understands me.

After the ambulance took her, Bogan began to clean the guest level and I sat on the couch. It was lonely. I fiddle with the ring. It was apart of me. I never had taken it off since he had given it to me.

“Nadia, you should go clean yourself up.”

“Okay.” I say, heading to the shower. I would dispose of the clothes covered in blood. I wake up to Bogan yelling.

“Get the hell out of my house!’” I jump from the bed.

Wait, how did I_? I dismiss the thought and race to the yelling. It was Herman’s brother.

“I KNOW YOU’RE IN THEIR NADIA THORN!” He yells.

“It’s all right Bogan.” I say, pushing Bogan back. “What do you want?”

“They said you found my brother…. He went to see you 2 days ago to tell you that he loved you.” I can feel Bogan’s jaw tense.

“He never came to see me.” I say.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am sure.” I say sternly.

“Can I stay here?” I could feel Bogan felt as if Chance was a threat.

“Chance, of course you can stay here.” I say.

“Thanks Nadia.” He says, smiling. Bogan storms off and me and Chance head to the alcohol. We both knew it was stupid, but with the days we had.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING NADIA!?” Bogan yells, seeing us.

“I am drinking, clearly.” I state.

“Since when did you_?”

“Dude, you’ve only known her for two years.” Chance says. Bogan glares.

“I think you should go.” Bogan says.

“No.” I say, standing up. Chance stands up, stepping between us.

“I think you need to take a break Bogan.” Chance says.

“Oh, I need a break all right.” He growls and goes upstairs.

“Why do you stay with him?” Chance asks.

“It was expected of me Chance.” I mutter.

“Why don’t you leave him now?” His question hits me hard.

“I don’t know.” I mutter.

“Well, let us toast to the dead.” He says.

“Yes.” I say with a smile.

The next day I wake up and Bogan stood over me. “ YOU LITTLE_!” He yells in my face.

“What?” I snap.

“That guy last night!” He growls. I cringe. What the hell did I do. He grabs my arms, pulling me to my feet. “Bogan, stop.” I say. His eyes soften for a minute.

“Nadia, I love you to death.” He whispers in my ear.

“Bogan, I got drunk, okay.”

“No, you got trashed.” He says. I pull him to me.

“I’m sorry Bog.” I say. He sighs, letting go.

“Okay, by the way, don’t forget that you actually have places to be today Nadia.” He says.

“Oh crap.” I say suddenly. I rush, grabbing a dress and throwing my hair up in a bun. I grab my boots. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” I say angrily.

“I like it when you sleep.”

“Creep.” I mutter, grabbing a set of keys, I head to the garage. I drive over to an abandoned barn. Bogan may think that I had someplace to go but I really didn’t. I walk into the barn, changing into jeans and a tank top and set up my small gym. One thing that I could focus on and not think. I turn on music and lose myself in the music. My phone rings.

“Hello.”

“HOW COULD YOU SLEEP WITH MY BOYFRIEND NADIA!” A woman screams in my ear.

Oh, so that’s what I did. “I’m sorry. I did not know that you were involved with Chance.” I mutter.

“YES YOU DID! I WILL TURN YOUR WORLD TO HELL!” She hangs up. I couldn’t stand that woman. I barely knew her and that was because of the whole famous Thorn family; I hated her in reality. I stop. My hands are bruised as I change back into the dress. I drive to my next stop. Bogan’s parents were coming, and I had to pick them up. I stop at the airport and stand, smiling when I see his mom.

“Hello dear.” She says with a english accent, hugging me.

“Hello Mrs. Stone.” I say.

“Bogan told us of your parents. We’re sorry for your loss dear.”

“It is okay. That’s what happens when you’re in the business.” I say with a smile, and that’s exactly why I really wasn’t worried about my parents death.

“Yes, that it is.” Mr. Stone says.

“Bogans at the house waiting for us.” I say with a smile as I drive them back to the house. He smiles, putting on a show as we enter the door Things were cleaned up.

“Mom, dad. Welcome.” Bogan says.

“It is so nice to see you two.” They both say. “ I know it’s a little insensitive, but dear there’s this party and we want to bring you and Bogan with to finalize the marriage.”

“Not finalize. She means to make sure everyone knows that you’re with me.” Bogan says with a smile.

DAMN HIM!

“It starts in an hour, dear.” She says. I head to my room, and Bogan walks in.

“I found the demonic bastards. They are the hosts of the party.” He says.

“We have an hour.” I say with a smile.

An hour later I quickly dress and look at Bogan. “Nadia, I love you.” He says.

“And I you.” I say back. He leaves my room. I place my knife on my side and then walk down.

“Oh you look great!” His mom says with a smile. We get to the party and it was normal people dancing, yelling to hear the other one. Bogan holds me close. We dance and I smile. I spent most of the night staring into his eyes and at him when his mom grabs me by the arm, taking me.

“I want you to meet someone.” She says. I realize then that she was being possessed.

“BOGAN!” I yell over the crowd loudly as I am dragged outside. They let go. 10.

“Such a pretty face.” One says.

“I bet thats all she is.” Another mutters. I grab my knife and attack. I am thrown. I get rid of two and then my knife flies from my hand and they walk up to me.

“Please don’t.” I say. I feel a kick breaking my rib then more kicks. “BOGAN!” I yell out in pain. One moves an inch. I see the door open and then I see it close and I know he left me. BOGAN PLEASE! I yell out in his head. I don’t care at this point. He left. The demons smile.

“And now we have a play toy.” They state. I am whisked away. They toss me into a room and lock the door. Bogan. Two years with him. I loved him and he left me to die. How could he do this to me?

“What do we do with her?” I hear one of them say.

“Anything we want. We have our toy now and Bogan should be long gone now.” One says.

“Our trap worked; though I wanted Bogan, not the girl!” I guess the one in charge booms.

“Sir, he didn’t follow her as planned.”

“He’s a coward you idiot!” They snap. I Place my hands on my ribcage. Not broken, but popped out. I push them back in and then one came in holding a knife.

“Such a pretty face.” He says with a smile.

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Three weeks pass, but it feels like three years though. I hated being weak. My hands were tied. Them not feeding me had caused the rope to loosen. I slip my wrist out. Now the shackles on my ankles, that would be harder. They were too big to begin with. I slowly slip my foot out until I reach my toes and place my hand in my mouth to prevent from screaming as I slipped it over my feet. I swing my legs off the table and my knees go weak; my whole body was weak. I knew that I was bleeding from a wound but I couldn’t see a thing. Then I feel a hand grab me and toss me to the floor.

“Stay down.” They pin me. I look at them and think. And that’s when I began the exorcism. They scream and that’s when I get up. I run out of the room and a man looks at me.

“What the hell?” He mutters, and I pass out.

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Two months later I sat down outside of a restaurant. I was tired of being stuck with George; he creeped me out. I watch people as they walk past, looking at me and smiling. I held the ring in my hand. It was a plain band with a diamond on it. I couldn’t stand diamonds.

“May I get you something, Miss Thorn?”

“A water and some pie please.”

“I’ll be right back.” People still saw me as a public figure everywhere but in my home, I was glad. The waiter comes back.

“Thank you.” I say with a smile.

“It’s no problem.” They say, going back to their job. I leave $200 in the book and leave. Getting in the truck, I leave George a message.

“I’ll be back in two days tops. I need to do something.” I say and end the message as I drive to the nearest ocean. It is 2 in the morning by the time I get to the ocean. I stand there, walking in the sand. I wore a plain sundress. I left my shoes in the truck. I toss the ring into the ocean and then sit on the beach, watching the waves and the moon. It was a beauty. I loved both the woods and the beach. I fall asleep at some point and I am haunted by my dreams. I wake up at 5 am and I hurry up back to the truck and drive back to the house only to find George sleeping on the floor again. I set my keys down in my room and come back.

“I’m not stepping over you anymore.” I mutter, dragging him to a room and tossing him on the floor. I head to the kitchen, turning on music. I begin cleaning up. George had began to annoy my lately, he hadn’t picked up anything in 4 days. I get everything cleaned up and head to my room. I was lucky George was still asleep. There was a pool outside and a hot tub. Then there was a workout pool inside. I change into a two piece swimsuit, a deep blue. I head outside, jumping into the pool. I had a good hour to workout. I begin my laps around. I hit 80 and I get out. I open the door to the house.

“It was nice meeting you. Your job starts right now.” I overheard George say to someone. Who did he hire, why, and for what? I hurry past them to my room, hoping no one had seen me, and change into jeans and a sweatshirt.

“NADIA!” George yells. I walk into the entryway.

“What?”

“Clean this sand up.” He mutters.

“Yes sir.” I mutter, grabbing a broom. I sweep the sand up. “There you go.” I say, thinking all the while why do I put up with him? I could just kill him.

“I need to run out today.” He says, walking past me.

“Okay.” I say with a smile.

“Don’t even think about it.” He says suddenly. “What?”

“Last time I left you alone for a day you made a mess.” He says, closing the door. He may of saved me, but I was thinking that this was worse than the demons now. I shudder at the thought.

“No he’s not.” I say out loud. My phone rings.

“Nadia, I was wondering how you felt about a job?”

“Depends on who this is.”

“.…Nadia, who else would this be? I mean for god’s sake, I’m your grandfather!” I laugh.

“I know. Where’s the job at?” He gives me the place.

“Okay, vampires. I’ll call you when I need you.” I say. Hanging up, I open a secret room in the house, grabbing my hunting supplies and I head out driving to Chicago. I walk into a well known hotel.

“How may we help you?” The desk girl asks.

“I need the suite for Nadia Thorn.” I say with a smile.

“Of course.” She says, handing me a key. I pay her over the counter and head to my room. I open up the case file my grandfather left for me.

“It is a coven that hangs out at party’s. This should be fun.” I say. Heading out from the room, I put a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door. I start to head out when see the cops standing in an alley. I head to my truck. Pulling my hair in a bun, I walk back over to them.

“I just don’t know what’s going on here anymore.” One says.

“I have no idea either. It’s like we have a serial killer on our hands.” I walk past them unnoticed, heading into a bar. I stay there all day until one of the cops walk in. I sat at the bar when they walk up to me in jeans and a nice t-shirt.

“Nadia, I presume.”

“Depends on who’s asking.”

“Your grandfather said you’d be here.”

“So you know my grandfather?”

“Yes, he’s helped us on cases before.”

“Well then.” I say with a teasing smile.

“He also said that I was not to flirt or anything with you or he would hurt me.” The cop says.

“Well, that is him for you.”

“I’m Evan.”

“Well Evan, I’m Nadia.” I say with a smile. He sits down next to me.

“So you’re in your grandfather’s business?”

“Yes. Have been since I was little.”

“Your parents are dead?”

“Yes.”

“You have money and people know you because of your mom?”

“Yes. My mom was a model, and such.” I mutter.

“Wow.” I hated when people only knew my mom for her stupid career. “So you’re the amazing Nadia Thorn. Last I read, you were getting married.”

“Things change, Evan.” I mutter.

“I can see that.”

“You know I do have a job to do?”

“Oh, that’s why I’m here.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. There’s a party down at the lake.”

“Sounds like fun.” I stand up. He takes my hand.

“And I’m your date.”

“Wait a minute!” He looks at me. “You’re my cover, not my date.” I mutter.

“Oh, I would beg to differ if anyone with a camera saw us.” We walk back to my hotel room. I make him wait outside. Changing into a tank top and a pair of ripped jeans, I walk back out to find him.

“We drive my truck.” I state, walking out of the room.

“Yes boss.” He says, getting in. I drive to the lake and we get out. People stood around drinking, dancing, swimming, being idiots.

I wonder when she’s done with the job if she’ll-. I close my mind off from hearing anyone. I walk around until I get back to my truck. Evan was out in the party. I pull down my tail gate and sit on it, my feet hanging on the edge. My machete lay hidden in the back.

“Hey pretty little miss.” A man says, walking up with about 5 others.

“Hello.” I say.

“What’s a girl like you just sitting here for?”

“Not much of a party girl, I suppose.”

“Well it’s not safe.” He gets closer and smiles.

“Are you implying something? You don’t think a girl can handle herself?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.” I didn’t need to think twice, I knew they were the vampires I was after.

“Why sir, I am suddenly in your presence. Am I safe?”

“I don’t think you are, a thing like you.”

“Like me?” He gets closer. My hand was inches from my machete. I grab it. He places his hands on my hips, and goes to pull me off the tailgate. I swing my arm. As his head hits the ground the other four come at me, fangs out. I slice them to pieces. I stand there covered in blood, and I put my machete back. I sat in the corner, unable to move, covered in blood. I was crying and I knew no one could hear as the whip came down on my stomach again. Evan comes running over a few minutes later.

“Nadia.” He says, shaking me. I am drawn back to the present. He was lighting them on fire, and then turns to me. I was closing the tailgate and heading to the driver’s door when I realize something.

“You’re one of them!” I say. Oh god, I had no weapon!

“Yes. I was turned a year ago, your grandfather having no idea of it.” He walks closer to me. My heart quickens, and he grabs me, tossing me to the ground. I instantly get back up and stare at him.“You can’t hide.” He says. Of course I couldn’t. He come at me again. I avoid his mouth at all cost and instead I jump on his back, wrapping my legs around his stomach, and my arms around his neck. He laughs as he smashes me into the side of my truck. Once. Twice. Three times, until he moves off a bit. I loosen my legs and stand on the ground, my arms around his neck. He pulls me to face him.

“I will enjoy this.” He mutters.

“I hope you do.” I say. His hands go to touch me and I let go of his neck. My necklace on his neck I pull it hard and we both fall. Letting go of the rings, I reach under the truck, bringing out a knife with me. As he is still on the ground, I cut his head off and take my necklace back. I burn him and then I drive like hell to get home. When I get there, George stood staring at me.

“You’re covered in blood. What are you-?”

“It’s not my blood, creep!” I snap. Going to my room, I wash off the blood and then clean my necklace. I made a good call about putting everything on in my truck. I had signed out of the hotel before I had left for the party. I walk back down and George stood there still.

“You haven’t told me a thing about yourself, girl.”

“Fine!” I snap. “Sit down.” He sits, and I tell him everything starting from when I was a little kid. He stares at me.

“You’re a hunter?”

“Didn’t I just say that?”

“Yes you did.”

“Then don’t say it again, it’s not something that is known by a lot of people!”

“Oh.”

“Why is it such a shock that I’m a hunter?”

“Well hell, Miss Nadia Thorn, all rich girl, I would I think you, of all people, a hunter?” I glare at him in anger.

“You don’t believe me.” I state.

“I’m not saying that I-.” He starts to say. I walk over to him, my hand on his shoulder.

“No, you’re not saying, but your body language says differently.” I whisper in his ear.

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Two weeks later I sit on the couch watching TV. George was out and I didn’t want to know where. Turning off the TV, I head to my room, changing into shorts and a tank top. I write a note for George, and leave. I go for a run to the cabin; the one place that I could be alone. I start working.

I was remodeling the cabin so I could one day move into it. I finish the kitchen floor and smile. I sit myself on the counter. Next would be replacing the tops from wood to a dark marble. My journal lay on the opposite counter. I refused to take it out of the cabin. Next to it was Bogan’s journal. I found it in his apartment. It was identical to mine; a leather cover with a feather on the front. I needed music. I found my phone and hook it up to the speakers sitting on the counter. I press play and the song ‘Set fire to the rain’ by Adele comes on. I open the paint and begin painting the walls in the kitchen a neutral gray blue color.

By 9:00 pm I finish painting, my arms covered in paint. I wash them off and grab my phone, shutting off everything. I lock the door heading back to the house only to see two cars in the driveway. I quickly shift into reverse and drive to the nearest hotel.

“Hello Miss Thorn. The usual?”

“Yes please.” I say, handing her my card. She swipes it, and hands it back, handing me a key along with it. I head to the room. I fall asleep and am woken by my phone going off. I grab it half asleep.

“Hello?”

“Miss Thorn?”

“This is her.”

“We are calling to inform you of that your grandfather is in the hospital. I regret to inform you that he is in critical condition.” My heart stops.

“My grandfather? Are you sure?”

“You are Nadia Thorn, correct?”

“Yes.”

“He’s in Portland.”

“Thank you. I’ll be there soon.” I say. Hanging up I run out to the truck, and drive to the house I didn’t care what was going on. I swing open the door, and race to my room. Grabbing a duffel bag, I began to throw clothes, weapons, and books into it. I dial a number.

“Hello Miss Thorn, it’s been awhile.”

“Yes, I know Mr. Francis. This is an emergency! I need the plane ready in 20! Can you do that?”

“Yes I can.” Mr. Francis responds. I hang up and walk to the kitchen where I grab water and some food.

“I’M LEAVING FOR A FEW DAYS!” I yell as I walk out the door. George had no control of me, and he knew it. I drive to the airport, and race to my private jet, getting on.

“Hello Nadia.” Mrs. Francis says with a smile. They were both 26.

“Hello. Could you tell your husband that I’m ready?”

“Yes.” She says, heading to the front. I sit down in a seat.

I land three hours later, and rent a car. I make it to the hospital.

“I’m here to see Mr. Thomas Thorn.”

“Are you family?”

“I’m his granddaughter, Nadia Thorn.” The nurse leads me to his room.

“He got attacked by what we think to be a dog.” The nurse says.

“Will he be okay?”

“We’re not sure right now.”

“May I go in and see him?”

“Of course.” I walk into the room, and stand next to his bed. I stay there a few hours.

“Would it be okay if I went to his house and come back later?”

“Of course it is.” The nurse says. I drive to his house. It was a huge cabin style home. I open the door and walk in. The place was covered in blood, so I look around. On the wall written in blood was a partial message from my grandfather.

“BO…” Part of the ‘o’ sloped downwards in a bloody smear. I stepped back. This was clearly a werewolf attack, and that would mean ‘BO’ meant Bogan. So Bogan must of switched to helping out the things he was suppose to be killing. I go to his kitchen, and open my grandfather’s book of contacts. I dial his maids number.

“Hello? Yes, this is Nadia Thorn. My grandfather is in the hospital, and his house is a mess. I was wondering if you could come clean it before he’s able to come home.”

“Of course Nadia; I’ll be over soon!” I grab my grandfather’s journal, and put it in my duffel bag. I walk back to the living room where hands grab me. I instantly bring my elbow back, smashing the person in the ribs, forcing them to let go.

“Who are you?” They mutter.

“I am Nadia Thorn.” I say, eyeing the silver knife on the fireplace.

“Nadia Thorn?”

“Yes.”

“He was right.” They step back, and I grab the knife.

“Who was right?”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter.” The assailant comes at me, and I attack. Falling to the floor, the person on top of me, they grab my head and lift it up. I drive the knife in as they smash my head into the floor. The assailant falls dead, and my eyes slowly close.

“Miss Thorn!” I wake to find the maid taking care of me. I sit up carefully.

“They attacked me.” I whisper.

“What?” I look to where the dead body should’ve been. I could see blood and footprints leading outside.

They weren’t a werewolf? “Nothing. I must have fallen.” I say getting up.

“Do you want me to call a doctor or anyone else?”

“No thank you. I’m going to go see my grandfather.” I tell her. I left an hour later, and I now sat in the chair watching him. I fall asleep and wake to the machine going off.

“NURSE!” I yelled. She runs in, and yells for a doctor. I stand out of their way, allowing them to do their jobs.

“You shouldn’t be in here!” Someone says.

“Like hell!” I snap at them. I was not leaving my grandfather without protection from whatever plans Bogan had planned. He’s rushed back into surgery, and I sat in the chair waiting. That’s when I saw a piece of paper addressed to me.

Nadia, if I die everything that I own and have is yours. Love your grandfather.

I held the paper, tears spilling over. They bring him back on life support.

“No.”

“What?”

“TAKE HIM OFF!” I yell.

“Miss Thorn?”

“DO IT OR I WILL!” The nurses and the doctors stare at me.

“You can’t make that call.”

“Like hell I can’t!” Grabbing my phone I dial the family lawyer, and put him on speaker so he could read my grandfather’s last wishes.

“By all rights Nadia Thorn is in charge of her grandfather’s life if he is dying.” The nurse stares at me, and takes my off life support. I watch him die in the bed, and then they transport his body to the morgue.

“I want his body released to me by tomorrow.” I demanded.

“Okay ma’am.” They seemed to no longer want to fight with me about things. I head back to his house, and find the maid.

“Ma’am, I know you don’t know me, but my grandfather is dead and I have a business to run in another state. How would you feel about living in this house and taking care of it?”

“I could never pay for it.”

“No, you misunderstood me. You won’t own it ma’am; I’ll pay for everything. I just don’t want this house to be empty. That’s all.”

“Of course Miss Thorn. I would be happy to live here!” She says and smiles.

“I’ll give you access to a bank account. It will be opened in my name and yours as well. From there I will deposit money every week for you and your family.” She looks back at me, clearly surprised.

“T-thank you!” She says, overwhelmed. I begin calling my family that night; no one wants to come out. The next night I stood outside, and watched as his body burnt. The next day I got up, and make the bank account, putting $500,000 into it. After I finish my business in Portland I go back to George. He stood in the kitchen, silent.

“Hey.” I say. He doesn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. I already knew already that everyone knew my grandfather died, and that I now came into more money than I had already. Little did people know that I actually helped people out with my money. I had bought many houses for those who needed help to keep their house, and then gave them back to the family and paid all their bills. I never told George how much money I had; I never have saw a reason to. I mean, after all, he did save my life and gave me a home.

“I’m going to be gone for a few days.” He says.

“Okay.” I respond, and he leaves me alone after that. I stay at the house for two days until I get bored. I change into a dress and head to the nearest high class party.

“Miss Thorn.” The bouncer says, letting me in. I wander to the dance floor, letting myself get swallowed by the music.

The last time you had fun you ended up being taken from a place just like this. I push the thought away. I needed to relax. No demons.

“Miss Thorn, is that you.” I look around at the speaker. I couldn’t recall how nor where I knew them.

“I am Nadia Thorn, but I don’t know who you are, sir.” I say with a smile, and he laughs.

“Last I saw you, you were engaged.” They begin to say.

“Sir, please forgive me for interrupting, but what’s your name?”

“My name is Ethan.”

“Well Ethan, it is safe to say I am now unengaged.” I say. He smiles, grabbing me and we slow dance. “Remind me of how I know you.”

“Well Nadia, we went to school together. I use to live next door to you.”

“You’re that Ethan!” I say, surprised.

“What?”

“Well, the last time I saw you you were like a twig without any defense.” I say.

“Ahh yes, the twig.” I touch his face with my hand.

“And your hair clearly decided to pick a color.” It was a black, and his eyes were of an amber color.

“Yes it did.” He says.

“Well Ethan, what have you been up to?”

“Well I just recently just bought a house for my sister, and it needs fixed up real bad.”

“Oh no, I am not gonna help.”

“Oh, come on Nadia.”

“Fine, I’ll help, but you better help to!”

“What kind of person would I be if I didn’t help?”

“A person.” I mutter. At the end of the night I realized I forgot a jacket, and Ethan hands me his, slipping it on my shoulders.

“Is this your truck?”

“Of course it is.”

“Nice.” He says. His car was parked next to my truck.

“Well Ethan, thank you for the night! I will see you bright and early tomorrow morning.” I drive back to the house and fall asleep.

I get up, throw my hair in a ponytail, and then put a camouflage hat on. I wore a pair of shorts with my tank top. I read the directions, and pull into the driveway.

“Nadia, I’m glad you made it.”

“And why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, I thought maybe something happened to make it so that you couldn’t show up.”

“Ethan, it would take a lot for me not to show up somewhere.”

“Well, lets go inside.” The outside looked nice. It was a two story ranch style house, but when I walked in I was surprised.

“What in the world?”

“I know. I know.”

“No, you don’t know. This place is so_.”

“Trashed.”

“Yes.” I respond.

“Well?”

“Well, we have a lot to work to do.” I say, grabbing a hammer and nails. By noon we fixed the entryway.

“Do you have any speakers?” I ask.

“Here.” He tosses them to me, I catch them, hook up my phone, and hit play. Music then proceeds to fill the house.

“I’ll get lunch.” He says with a smile. He leaves and I continue working on the floor. 30 minutes later I am so absorbed in my work that it takes me a moment to notice that a hand touches my shoulder. I grab it, and pull. Ethan lands on the floor.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I say quickly.

“It’s okay, nothing broke. Now I know why no one messed with you.” I help him up. After eating we find some paint, and he watches me as I paint the entryway, adding details to it.

“Are you just going to stand there?” I say, finally turning around.

“Maybe.”

“Oh no you’re not!” I say, and toss the paint brush at him, hitting him in the chest causing paint to splatter his shirt.

“Oh, now it’s war!” He says, grabbing the paint brush. I grab the other one and run. We chase each other for an hour.

“WATCH OUT!” He yells. I trip over the paint bucket, spilling paint all over. Ethan slips and lands next to me.

“Well, I hope she doesn’t mind having silhouettes on her floor now.”

“I don’t think she will.” He says. I sit up, and carefully step out of the paint. I offer my hand to him, but he pulls me back into the paint.

“Come on!” I mutter. He kisses me and then stops. I move away from him, standing up. I was back in that room.

“No. No. No.” I whisper. Ethan stares at me.

“Nadia, are you okay?” It wasn’t him, it was my head.

She’s our new play toy. Have fun with her boy’s. I couldn’t move. It leaves just as fast as it came, and Ethan walks to me.

“Nadia, are you okay?” He asks. I shake my head yes.

“I just remembered something.”

“What happened when you disappeared?” He asks. I tell him what happened, leaving out some of the of the truth.

“I can’t believe someone kidnapped you!” Neither of us say a word for a while afterwards.

“I should go wash up.”

“There’s a shower in there.” He says, pointing down the hall. “I’ll find you clothes.” He says. I head to the bathroom and take a shower. Once I have a towel wrapped around me Ethan walks in. He stares at my back. I can see from the mirror that his eyes are filled with anger and sorrow. He sets the clothes down, and when he gives me my privacy I change into them; a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He doesn’t bring up the scars, and I am grateful for it.

“I had fun Nadia.”

“I did to Ethan”

“Well then, until we both have a day off again.”

“Of course.” I say with a smile. We hug each other, and I head back to the house to wash my painted clothes.

A week later the house was done. I stood next to Ethan, smiling.

“I think it looks great.”

“As do I” Ethan says. I smile at him, and he wraps his arm around my waist.

“Okay, I have to go.”

“Why?”

“Well, I have a life Ethan.” I say, unlocking my truck.

“Oh you do, do you? I thought you just spent your time throwing money around.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. No, I have a job.” Over the next month I become close to Ethan, and I hardly acknowledge George. Until, that is, one day he needed me.

“Nadia.” I walked over to him.

“Yes.”

“You haven’t heard yet, have you?” He asked.

“Heard what? What’s this about George?”

“Your aunt was killed two days ago.” I stare at him, clearly shocked. “They found a fingerprint belonging to a Mr. Stone.”

“No. no!” I say immediately.

“What?”

“George, I have to go.” I say. If he went after my aunt that meant he was here. I throw my shoes off at a dead run out the door and down the street. I run 5 miles to the house to find the door thrown open.

“Ethan!”I scream, running inside, finding blood everywhere. “NO!” I yell. I find him in the kitchen on the floor with a knife in his chest.

“Nadia?” He mutters upon seeing me.

“You’re going to be okay!” I say quickly, dialing 911, and then placing my hand around the knife.

“Seems your ex still has a thing for you.”

“Oh Ethan, I didn’t know this would happen!”

“It’s okay.” He says. In three minutes he’s dead. I remove the knife, and I lean my head against the counter.

“BOGAN STONE, I WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS!” I yell. I knew he was close enough so that he could hear me. Oh God, no George! “I’m sorry Ethan” I say. I run back to George’s to find the door thrown open.

“GEORGE!” I yell, racing through the house. I turn around to go look outside just as he walks in. “Oh thank God you weren’t here!” I say.

“No, I went to chase after you.” I stop, and turn to the wall. On it written in blood was a message.

“I’M COMING FOR YOU.” George searches the house while I scrub the words away. After I’m done I head to my room, call everyone that I know in my family, and then put my phone on speaker.

“I want all of you to listen to me. Your all in danger because of a business deal gone wrong. I need everyone to get to grandfather’s house; it’s safe there.” After I answered a few dozen or so questions they all agree and say they will be there.

“Will you be there to, Nadia?” One of my cousins ask.

“Nope.”

“But if_?”

“This person is coming after me.” I hang up, and then dial a few hunters that I knew.

“Hi, this is Nadia Thorn. Listen, I need you all to go to my grandfather’s house…. No…. No, I need you to protect my family.” After discussing why I needed this favor they also agree. With that done I hang up. There, they should be safe for now. I walk out of my room.

“That son of a bitch!” I ignore George, and think of what to do. Whatever Bogan did I was not going to hear of it.

“I need to borrow your truck.” George says suddenly, walking to the garage.

“NO, YOU’RE NOT USING MY TRUCK!” I yell, racing in front of him.

“I need to get the police!”

“Lay one hand on my truck, and you’ll be missing both!” He must of took me seriously, for he backed up kind of worried and then found a phone after I suggested calling them instead.

I spent my time in my room with Bogan’s journal; I was going to hunt him down. He was hunting my family down and killing them off, yet I didn’t know why. He would know what it felt like to have his family taken away forever; I knew where his parents were.

I smile and changed into nothing but black clothing, placing a mask over my face. Two days later I was standing in their house. It’s it pitch black out, and I walk into their room. His parents weren’t human I kept telling myself over and over. I then realized that I was right, they weren’t human, they were possessed by demons. I killed them. I didn’t care at this point who the police would look for. Bogan would come home and find that I was playing his game now.

Of course I knew how to leave a message for him. I went to the kitchen, and etched the letters ‘NT’ into the floor in big, noticeable letters. I then get onto their laptop, hack into their bank accounts draining them, and place the money into various countries; I now was in control of Bogan’s money.

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Six months go by without any indication or word from Bogan, and I get a visit from the FBI. An investigation was held by the police where Bogan’s parents lived. The Investigation was on their deaths. Apparently someone had made a connection between their deaths, and the deaths of those that Bogan had killed; they were, of course, all tied back to me. Three years went by, still no sign of Bogan, and I was eventually proved innocent by the Supreme Court.

I fly back to the house to find that George had made a deal with a demon, whom George had named William. Thoughts raced through my head.

Why did George make a deal with a demon? For what purpose? What did he want? Did he sell his soul to protect me? Why? Why? Why?