"She was a true fighter, you could see it in her eyes. She was not born strong, she was made strong."
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She met him one time and was never able to forget that handsome face of his. When they met, it was the wrong time, more for him than her thoug...
I DON'T OWN THE PLOT OR ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. ONLY MY CHARACTER AND HER LIFE STORY.
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4x14 Part Two
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It's crazy, because I don't even know when you became so important to me. It's like watching a snowstorm. You see the flakes falling, but you don't realize how they're adding up. Then suddenly, your whole lawn is covered. All these little things have added up, and you're my snowstorm, baby. ~Anonymous
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Nadia unlocked the door of the motel room, walking in to see her Father sitting down at the table, still in his FBI suit.
He had a stack of files in front of him, along with a cup of coffee at his side.
"What did you find?" He asked Nadia who took off her heels by the door, an agitated look on her face.
"Well I talked to Paisley and she in the best way she could, told me she was pretty much possessed a demon."
She took off her suit jacket and placed it over the chair across from her father. "What did her Mom say?"
"Through her swollen electricity burns, she had nothing but good things to say about her daughter. She said before Paisley put the toaster in the bathtub, she looked into her eyes and they were black. She said she knew it wasn't her daughter. Plus, I stopped by to check out the crime scene and I found sulfur. So we're definitely dealing with a demon."
Nadia tensed up, her grasp on the chair tightening.
"Now, Nadie I know you hate demons."
"They are the scum of the earth, Dad." She started to rant. "I mean, possessing kids, who would stoop so low? These are innocent children who can't defend themselves and-"
"We need to figure out how to find the demon." Her Father interrupted her. "And quick, before it possesses another kid. So calm down, and let's figure out how these kids are connected. The demon has to have a pattern."
He tossed her a file and she pulled her chair out, rolling her eyes.
The sooner they can figure out the pattern, the faster she could take this demon out.
Before she could even sit, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.
Taking out the device, she looked to see it was Dean. He called her just when she arrived at the psychiatric hospital and she forgot to call him back.
"Is that your little boyfriend?" Rufus teased, picking up his coffee mug.
