~Erin
-A week earlier-
He couldn't run away from me this time. They weren't even demons; they are squirrels spurting around until you get bored and finally decide to end them. What can I say, it's a cat and mouse sort of thing. But some mice were better prey than others. Sticking a knife straight through the heart of a demon three times ensures the kill. Only two if they're in their real form. But many take forms and possess human bodies. That gets tricky.
You don't want to kill the poor bloke being possessed, but if the possession goes too far an exorcist won't help.
Ironically, that's what us demon hunters are nicknamed: the Exorcists.
Maybe that's why our organization goes by that now. It's kinda silly, but hey, it's sorta cool too I guess.
"Erin, come in here for a moment!" My dad yells from the house.
The body of that demon I just killed incinerated in a moment. He won't be back; he's really nothing now.
Stabbing him three times kills his soul or spirit or whatever you call it. Don't do it enough times or precisely, their soul moves back and he'll just gather more energy and take another form. And trust me, it's honestly a bitch to deal with killing them a second time just a different form.
"What's up, dad?" I bound inside and through the kitchen to start washing the dirty blood off my daggers. "Shoot," I looked down at my white tank top seeing the numerous dots of blood staining the fabric.
"Give me it quick before it really stains," My mom holds her hand out; I pull off my tank and throw it at her and continue washing my daggers in my tights and sports bra.
"I need to tell you something,"
"Like what?" I lift up my cleaned daggers and inspect them. They always have to be just the right sharpness, if not it'll be like you're tickling a demon instead of actually hurting them.
"We're sending you and Violet to your aunt and grandma's house probably until after high school," He folds his arms leaning against the wall.
"What? Aren't they all the way in England?" I peer at my dad
discombobulated for a few moments.
Having two parents in the Exorcist business was kinda hard growing up. We always moved based on the most demonic activity, but I never thought we'd transfer to another country. My parents were good, but they weren't that high on the latter yet.
He chuckles. "Only you are going. Well, with your older sister of course."
I set my hand on my hip. "I repeat...what?"
He sighs resentful. "It's not like I really want to be seperated from my two kids, but the board practically begged me, Carter Winston, to put my youngest daughter in Britain because of high reported activity. How could I not deny that opportunity?"
I wasn't really complaining. Technically, I was born in Ohio, but we moved when I was two. We've been to Virginia, Georgia, New York, Arizona...I could go on about the different cities in those same states. So many school changes, but somehow I managed the grades. I made friends, but it's not like I was ever popular. Maybe if I really tried, but when you're killing demons when the moon comes out, gossiping and the fear of failing Spanish becomes a blur to me.
But basically, I was a loner. Now living in St. Petersburgh, Florida for most of my high school career I guess i saw a move coming sooner or later. I didn't have many friends, and Britain seemed like a refreshing new start. Plus, it's not everyday the board brags about Jr. Exorcists. It's almost rare actually. The board mostly brags about the Raiden's, and the McGaury's, and other top families who've served for a few centuries. Not that the Winston's were horrible, but we were sorta like the rest just above the mediocre families.
"And Violet?" I whisper.
Most families involved with the Exorcists had all their kids participate. But if one of your kids didn't have what it took, they just didn't have it. Violet is one of those. I love my older sister to pieces, and it hurt watching her struggle to become a hunter. She always wanted to be one. When mom suggested to do something else she just kept trying until the board told her brutally it wasn't going to happen. She ignored me and started acting out after that. Demons and vampires are like her new fetish now, I'm guessing as a small part of revenge.
"I think Violet needs a new school," He scratches the back of his head thoughtfully. "We can't have her fail her senior year for the third time. She needs to graduate in a decent environment. Not here on a computer. I hear Britain schools are fantastic."
I nodded in agreement. I've been to England a few times to see my aunt Laural. My grandma Rosemary moved in with her last spring, so it'll be cool to see her soon.
"We haven't really discussed it with her yet but..." Mom cuts in coming from downstairs. "she's probably gonna end up going regardless."
"You two need a relationship," Dad whispers. "And fast."
"So are you going?" My mom starts folding some clothes glancing at me hopefully.
I smile. "Of course,"
My dad patted me on my back. "That's my girl! Imagine, Sara, a Winston being on the top of the chain one day?"
My mother gave us a heart warming smile. "So proud of you baby."
"Cause it's always about Erin," A voice says from the door.
I turned to see my sister with her black long hair, about as long as mine, shining brown eyes glimmering with annoyance, black make up, black tights, a tube top dress with black skulls, and combat boots.
"Violet that's not true," I frown. "I want you to come. You need to."
"So I can be your shadow in a foreign country this time?" She scoffs. "Well, isn't that a change for me? It's embarrassing enough I'm a shadow to my little sister."
"Violet, that's not what this is about," Dad glares down at her. "You know you can't afford to fail again."
"Put me anywhere you want," She glares back. "The end result is the same. I'm a lost cause." She shoulders her backpack and clomps up the stairs.
"Let me," Mom gives him a look before quickly following my sister.
"We'll work on it," Dad sighs patting my head. "Good kill today by the way,"And with that he leaves.
I step outside for some fresh air after grabbing a water and relaxing on the deck. I didn't care if anyone saw me in just a sports bra; it's not like it shows anything anyway. Then I get this creepy feeling I always got when demons are present. I pull my dagger from the table. I cursed my bad timing since it was starting to go duller than to my liking. But instead I just felt the wind blow my golden hair around.
After scanning the perimeter several times I set the alarm in case of one stalking our house. It was kinda normal for Exorcists to have demons after them for revenge or something. But I couldn't shake this horrible feeling I was getting. I felt almost frozen on my deck searching, breathing, waiting...
I didn't want to, but I retreated back into the house. If it's something mom or dad could handle it. I had chemistry homework, and I was already beat today. But I just couldn't shake the feeling a demon was out there, but in reality, I didn't know how close I was going to get.
(A/N) I won't always have an author's note but it's a bit important. This sequel will probably get a little sexual since the Cold really wasn't as sexual. So if any of you have issues with sexual scenes (of course you've probably read lots of fanfics so you should be waiting for it by now XD) then I'm just giving you a fair warning. This sequel is just a little bit edgier. Thanks for reading you guys! I'll write chapter three soon if you guys like this :)
