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[Chapter 37]

***At mano555--I hope you like the title for this chapter lol ;) >;)***
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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Creepers
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"As your words start to come to life
It brings my demons into the light but,
I know you're here,
I shiver as you whisper in my ear:
"Child have no fear"

~Memphis May Fire, No Ordinary Love
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Incubus' POV

The uproar that had happened after Anna had been taken away from us was immense. Demons and damned souls shrieked and howled out their confusion, agitation and anger.

"Incubus! I want her back! We need her!" Those were the only words I needed from Him to get my feet moving.

Oh, whoever this entity was, they were gonna have to deal with me.

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Anna's POV

I had formatted and switched the whole story to a thief running after me when I was walking home. I felt bad lying to my dad, but how could he have believed me if i started speaking of demons? As soon as I had finished speaking, he called the station to start looking for a 'suspicious guy wearing a grey hoodie and black jeans'. Well, I wasn't lying about the clothes part anyway...

I was now slumped on the couch, the windows and doors all locked (my dad had to leave again and double-checked the locks because he's so paranoid; I hope locks can hold back demons though). The TV was spewing out random sound effects as an annoying commercial to a 'new and improved' cleaning spray came on. I know I should have been on edge or at least wondering and thinking over the crazy, unimaginable events that I had been through in the past 5 hours, but I couldn't seem to concentrate enough to even form one single thought that was complete. All the images in my head flitted throughout my mind, changing before I could comprehend what they meant or even how they related to what I was thinking about. I was thinking about the one thing that happened to me today. Not the yellow-eyed demons, or evil Andrew or even that creepy, dark place, no, I was busy replaying and picturing the eyes. The deep grey eyes I saw when that flash of light appeared when I was watching a weird and freaky scene unfold ahead of me with the stage and grotesque throne and deep, rumbling voice.

That was the one thing I could actually keep in my head without it disorienting or fading away. It was the one and only thing that I could keep ahold of and wonder about. And I don't even know why it was a normal pair of grey eyes that taunted me, considering how traumatized I seemed to be because of the wretched events that had taken place.

Holding the remote control in one hand and gripping a pillow in the other hand, I robotically flipped through what seemed like a million channels before stopping at one.

My favourite show was on. Supernatural. And it was as if the universe was laughing at me because it was an episode where the gateway to Hell had just been broken and all these demons came spewing out from it. Great, I wonder if my life will turn into one like Sam and Dean's... I thought morosely to myself. In that moment, I could not think of my life not turning into one of killing a bunch of supernatural creatures. Actually, that sort of would be good for me, especially since demons had a 'liking' for me.

The scene had switched and now I watched as Dean fought with a demon, trying to kill it. And soon after Dean had ended the pest, I heard a clinking of what sounded like metal on the window that out looked our front yard. I was sitting diagonally from it and thankfully, the curtains were drawn.

Clink, clink

Switching my full attention to the window, I stared at the pale blue curtains that were pulled across it, leaving the thing on the outside waiting for me to look out and attack. There was no way I would even dare go near the window.

I kept my trained and wide-eyed gaze on the drawn curtains until I heard a a thump and a "oomph!" And quickly ran to the window, pulling the curtains wide open and peering into the darkness. The street lamp was on and casted a dim, orange glow over everything within a few feet of it, also illuminating the darkness a bit.

Looking across my front yard, I noticed it--or him, should I say. It was a man, hunched over a few feet away from the window I currently stared out of. He certainly wasn't Evil Andrew though. In the faint light, I could see that he didn't have startlingly blonde hair, but instead had reddish hair.

It was a ginger coming to steal my soul for the demons!

I gasped. But maybe it was a random, human thief because once he had stood up straight, he ran off, onto the street and into the shadows where the faint light of the moon and of the street lamp couldn't catch him.

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You're welcome! (for the quick update that is lol)

Anyway thanks y'all for reading, it really makes me happy that you enjoy this book as much as I like writing it and also: Any guesses as to who it could be? Was it Andrew in disguise? Or another demon? Or just an ordinary human creep?