Where my demons hide -Chris-

[VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN]

The street life had always been something Victoria had tried her hardest to avoid. It was the reason she had put up with miserable unsafe foster situations for years, the reason she’d worked her ass off the moment she was old enough to get a job to save money for herself so she’d never end up like this, a street kid. Now, she didn’t really have any other choice. She had no family, none in the country at least and her family in Italy had made it quite clear they wanted nothing to do with her when her parents had died.
She couldn’t even seek out help, not real help because she was after all supposed to be dead. Her only saving grace had been the fact that her secret storage unit had still held anything she had deemed ‘precious’ to her and she’d gotten to it just in time to save it from auction. There really hadn’t been much inside, her parents wedding rings on a chain, a few family pictures and her lock box of cash which she was now holding onto for dire emergency and trying to make sure it didn’t get stolen she had all that and a sleeping bag to her name.

She knew being out on her own was not exactly street safety but she didn’t know where to go, this wasn’t her life she didn’t know the ins and outs all she knew was she had to stay alive and she had to figure out why she had come back from the dead. Now within the confines of this abandoned building she sat playing with her lighter. Thankfully summer nights got cool but it was enough for her to handle and no one, save for a few bugs seemed to know or care that this building was empty. Squatting was illegal she knew that and she also knew that if she was arrested at any point she would have a lot of explaining to do.

Her face was known, her prints, her blood everything was in the system, she was a ward of the state an unwanted child and her files would definitely read DECEASED. She didn’t know what the worst part of dying had been, the fact that she’d died or the fact that she hadn’t had anyone to care about it. Her first stop upon raising from the grave, covered in dirt had been to see J.J Winchester but she hadn’t been back since, she couldn’t be seen out and she had to do all her traveling in the dark to make sure she remained a secret.

The silence was deafening. Sometimes she had to throw a rock or something just to make sure her ears were actually functioning still. Silence was not something she was used to, she had been crammed into homes with sometimes as many as five or six other kids, silence and privacy were luxuries at that point. Now, she had all the privacy and silence in the world and she found it unsettling, unnatural. Her long brown hair hung in gentle waves around her shoulders and she kept it hidden beneath a dark toque. The downsides of living nowhere was that she had no practical things. She brushed her teeth in store bathrooms, showered where ever she could sneak in which was generally a school locker room or something. With a sigh she stood and moved to the window and glanced out at the street. The windows were dirty save for a spot she had managed to clean with a rag. People watching was her new hobby. As she started she heard a sound echoing through the building and she froze in panic. Someone was there. A lunch formed in her throat and she moved quickly into the shadows behind the wall and held her breath hoping she was hearing things.

[chris]

He had met with the demon in the forest just outside of town. The next hunt was a bit unusual. Chris wouldn’t be killing his next target, he’d be trapping her. His assignment was to basically kidnap her and wait for the demons to show up and take her to… Wherever they felt necessary. When he left, Chris was told that he was going up against a demon and he should be able to catch her in a devil’s trap.

Apparently the demon who he spoke to, had been watching Victoria for a few days. Who knew how demons actually found things out the way they did. It seemed like they could track anyone down that they wanted to. It made Chris feel like he was in the book ‘1984’. No privacy, ever. He figured the demons were keeping an extra tight tab on him since he was working for them. Or maybe they didn’t even care because they figured Chris would be too scared to betray them. Either way, it wasn’t a very comforting thought.

As Chris drove up to a building about a block from the abandoned building, he took a deep breath and cleared his mind. He stepped out of the car and went to the trunk to grab a few necessities. Holy water, a can of spray paint, a shotgun, and his pistol for a bit of extra protection. No, bullets didn’t do a whole lot when it came to demons, but it could slow them down if he needed.

For such a long time, Chris had gone on hunts with Aric, so he had a partner, but when Aric took off, Chris had to learn very quickly how to hunt on his own. Without someone watching his back. As far as he knew, most hunters hunted in teams. Being alone on a hunt was suicide, but now, Chris didn’t really have a reason to be afraid of dying, so hunting alone was not a worry to him.

When he started walking toward the building, he had his shotgun in his coat sleeve. It was a decent way of carrying it, except for the fact that he looked like he had a prosthetic arm that couldn’t bend. Once he reached the building, he picked the lock on the back door and began moving through the darkness. He had a small tac light on his shotgun that lit up the areas he was aiming at. Just as he reached a small room, he opened the door slowly, tracing the room with his light. Without noticing, he accidentally kicked a small paint can that had been lying on the floor. As soon as he kicked it, it echoed a sound through the building, but he quickly stopped it with his foot. Rookie mistake…

He had to make a choice, move quickly to make sure she didn’t run, or move slowly to ensure that he watched his back. The first choice was probably better. Chris picked up his pace, checking every corner of every room he passed. Two doors left… One to the left, one in front of him. The one in front of him was nearest the street, the one to the left had light pouring in from some windows. He opened the door slowly, checking the room, but only found dust and old empty cabinets.

Last room… Chris’ heart started beating faster, a bead of sweat ran down his brow. He kicked the door in and searched the room over quickly. Was she gone? Did he miss her in another room? He couldn’t have… ”Victoria? Are you here?” He asked in a quiet tone. He didn’t want to startle her, if the door being kicked in hadn’t already. ”Listen… I’m here to help. I know what happened to you”. Truth was, he was just saying that in hopes that she would come out. He honestly had no idea what was going on with her or why the demons wanted her. He waited quietly for a reply.

[VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN]

Holding her breath she could hear her own heart beat, she knew no one else could hear but to her it sounded as though it were the tell tale heart, beating from the wall, the room itself shaking with each pump of blood through her veins. She let her breath out for a moment as she contemplated her options. Run, she could make it for the door and she knew the building well enough that she could find an exit and avoid them before they even managed to find her, the question was knowing just how close they were, because running also meant she could run right into them exposing herself.

Hiding, well it was what she was doing now and what she'd been doing for the past few weeks. Being unseen was sort of a skill she had. The less people she spent time around the less of a risk there was they'd make skin contact with her and she'd get sent into a fit. It was the same reason, that even in the blistering heat of summer she was almost always covered from head to toe. Pants, swears, jackets, gloves. People thought it was some sort of style or statement but really it was mostly for practical reasons, for protection. Her 'gift' was not something she had asked for, or even wanted for that matter. Who in their right mind would want to experience the pain of other peoples pasts, to see the horrible things they were trying to forget. No one, and yet she had to, it wasn't a gift, it was a curse and no matter what she did, no matter who she went to for help, no one had ever believed her.

Realising now she had been too caught up in her own thoughts to run she mentally and silently cursed as she heard the door. As a voice emerged in the darkness she knew it was too late to run now, she was essentially cornered. She heard her name and it caught her off guard. Who could know her? She'd been prepared for a lot of things but hearing her name had not been one of them. She turned her head slightly in the direction of the voice pressing her cheek against the cold wall as she waited to hear more. It wasn't a voice she recognized, not one that would know her. It wasn't J.J not that she would ever dare to think he'd wander from his technology palace to bother looking for her. It wasn't any of her foster siblings or parents. It wasn't her case worker. No one else had known her well enough to think she'd be in Cicero and the only one who had seen her since her resurrection she knew it wasn't him.

Curiosity was killing her. What if he was telling the truth and he did know what had happened to her, what if he could help her figure out why she'd woken up in a graveyard exhumed from her own grave. Taking a slow quiet breath she regretted it the moment she spoke. "Don't come any closer" she warned not that she had any form of defence and the countless scars she had covering her body were proof enough that self defence was hardly her strongest skill. She had no weapon just a lighter in her pocket. "Seriously! I have a lighter and aerosol I'll- I'll use it if I have to" he didn't know she was without a spray can and it would at least be a distraction enough maybe to let her run. The hesitation in her voice was enough to give her away and she could feel the stress growing. She felt her eyes burning with threatening tears. Why her, why had everything always been so difficult, at least when she had died she'd had some peace some normality.

Before she thought too much about it she bolted from the wall and tried to make it for the door convinced she could get out before whoever it was even realized she'd moved.

[chris]

Chris slowed his breathing, and attempted to lower his heart rate, a little trick he learned from Aric. See, Aric was a good hunter… Maybe it was due to his prior military experience, or maybe it was just his niche. Either way, Chris was glad to have him train him. And the way he taught, honestly, couldn’t have been done better. Aric was strict in his instructions, but he also understood that since Chris was a newbie to hunting, he also needed to be eased into it.

As Chris looked around, he scanned the room very slowly until he heard a reply from what sounded like every corner in the room. The voice echoed off of the walls due to the emptiness of the building. ”I guess if I didn’t have a gun, I would be a little more afraid of the fact that you have an aerosol can and a lighter. Max range you have on that is three feet. Max r-“ Before he could speak anything else, he heard footsteps running toward the door.

This was about to work out perfectly in his favor. Chris was standing almost directly in front of the door, so she was coming right at him. He raised his shotgun , hoping he was aiming in the right direction, but before he pulled the trigger, the thought hit him. He’d screw up the mission if he shot her and accidentally blew he face off. His quick reaction was to turn the gun around and swing in hopes to hit her head in hopes of knocking her out instead of killing her. He felt the butt of the shotgun his something and he heard a thud soon after.

He aimed the gun at the girl, shining the light on her face. She was out like a light. Chris’ breathing had picked back up and his heart was racing again, but after seeing her unconscious, he wasn’t quite so nervous. He had hit her in the back of the head, putting her dead center in the devil’s trap that he had painted in the hall, just outside the door. The symbols always had to be precise, otherwise, the smallest screw up could make it to where the demon could walk out without a problem. That was one of Chris’ first mess ups on his own. Sure, Aric had shown him how to make it, but at the time, Chris was insanely nervous. The demon got out of the chair and threw Chris all over the place before he was able to get a lucky shot off and start exorcising it.

Chris looked down at the girl and knelt down. He searched her pockets and found nothing threatening, so he grabbed his holy water and poured a bit on her skin, attempting to not only begin a small torture process to extract info, but also to try waking her up. ”Victoria!” He called out loudly ”Wake up and make me a sandwich!” Obviously joking, Chris had actually never said that to a woman before… He found it quite amusing and smiled a bit with a light chuckle.

[VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN]

He had a gun? What in the hell did he have a gun for? What was going on. If it were her foster families or anyone she might have known they most certainly would not have a gun and they'd know that they didn't need one against her, she was scared though not normally a runner, he had just insured the fact that she absolutely needed to escape.The pain was quick, swift and she fell forward like a sack of flour before her mind completely faded into darkness.

She felt the cool water trickling on her and it was this that began to pull her awake again "Make your own damn sandwich" she muttered her eyes still closed, it was probably the first time she'd even spoken up for herself, usually she kept silent and just took abuse. It was the best way to stay out of trouble and as a kid in her lifestyle staying out of trouble had been the goal, she'd been trying not to get kicked out. Now, she supposed it really didn't matter, maybe dying had been the push she'd needed to get her courage.

"why are you getting me wet" she muttered, god her head hurt as she slowly blinked her dark brown eyes open in the darkness. All she could see was one bright light in her eyes she slowly pushed herself up off the ground and winced at the touch the pain in her head. Great this was probably the last head injury she could have, she'd had so many concussions in her life time it was a wonder they'd never figured out why, she just figured she was lucky that hit hadn't killed her.


"Was that really necessary?" she asked about knocking her out. She wasn't really much of a fighter it wouldn't have taken much to get her down she wasn't sure he had to have gone that far, which begged the question what exactly it was he was he wanted with her. "Who are you?" she asked.

She felt pretty okay considering. Her head was throbbing with pain and she had ripped her shirt and her left arm was scraped up from the fall. As she turned her eyes away from the light It fell to the ground where she saw the painted symbol. Her brows furrowed in confusion "what is this..." She asked "oh god you're one of those psychos you're gonna sacrifice me or something?" She asked. Oh great some pagan crazy person had found her.

[chris]

Chris couldn’t help but laugh when she told him to make his own sandwich. He honestly didn’t expect her to hear that, but he was sort of glad she did. He decided he would play along ”While I’m at it, I’ll make you one. Do you like tomatoes?”. Normally, Chris would just cut the crap and summon the demon in charge of this stuff, but he was having a good time so far. He could wait to summon the demons until he got bored.

After a moment of joking, he had realized that the holy water hadn’t burned her. Why the hell wasn’t she burning? Holy water usually steamed the hell out of demons. ”What the hell is going on? Why aren’t you sizzling like a damn t-bone?” Chris had never seen anything like this. Did he have the wrong chick? He knew it wasn’t the holy water, he brewed it himself. He chuckled at her comment about getting her wet, then shook his head of the dirty thought

”Of course it was necessary… You could have killed me, why would I let you get that close?” Being a demon, she probably could have torn him limb from limb if she wanted. Chris was not about to let her get close enough to do so. He was not about to lose his life over this girl either ”I normally would have shot you… Lucky for you, I was told to bring you alive” He shook his head a bit ”You really think I’m going to give my name to one of you? You’re nuts” He said with a slight bit of amusement in his voice.

”First off, I’m not a psycho, I’m just doing my job. No, I’m not sacrificing you per say… It’s more of a delivery.” He said before looking at the cut on her arm. ”I wonder if I should patch you up first…” He reached in his bag and grabbed a roll of gauze and some rubbing alcohol. He poured a bit of the alcohol on the cut and wiped it clean with a cloth, not touching her skin with his hand. ”I’m surprised you’re not healing yourself… Then again, you are in the devil’s trap” He said before reaching down and grabbing her arm, getting ready to apply the wrapping on the cut.

[VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN]

“No I’m allergic” she said in response to the tomato comment, even though she knew he was joking. Allergies to tomatoes kind of cramped a life style especially when you were a kid living somewhere with no control. She couldn’t have spaghetti sauce, chili, alphaghetti, ketchup and so much more. Maybe she wasn’t allergic anymore, really after dying and being buried in the ground what did it matter. Okay it was confirmed he was certifiably insane, he was dumping some sort of acid on her and luckily he seemed to have confused it with water.

“Killed you?” she asked and was super close to laughing. Okay so she had a little bit of a new found attitude but no one would classify her as dangerous she was anything but, she wasn’t even sure she was strong enough to do any actual damage to someone “you’re kidding right? I failed Phys-Ed let alone self-defense” that was probably not the best thing to tell a psycho. Course self-defense had actually been a choice she’d avoided class the whole unit because she knew she’d had to touch the instructor and she didn’t want to deal with her powers kicking into gear.

“Your job?” She asked. “delivery?!” had social services figured out she was alive? Had they sent this kid looking for her? “clearly social services has gone completely to the dumps if they’re hiring people to knock out their wards” she muttered. They were bad enough at checking into the places they dumped kids off to and now they were sending people hit man style to attack runaways? That was just crazy. “Why what am I gonna do with it?” she asked in regards to his name “File it in the assault report?” she was a dead girl walking so she couldn’t file a police report even if she wanted to not to mention they never seemed to believe her anyway.

“Healing myself?” she asked in confusion but she didn’t have enough time to answer the question because she watched carefully to make sure he didn’t touch her skin. The comment had distracted her enough that she hadn’t had enough time to prevent his next motion “NO DON’T!” she shrieked in fear as he grabbed her arm and she braced herself for pain, for the memories of this strangers past but as she waited, nothing came. Her eyes were wide in surprise, it was the first time since she’d been in foster care that someone had touched her and nothing had happened as a result of it. She looked to check if she had ripped her arm away from him in time but she found to her surprise that he was still holding it.

Her heart was pounding as she was still staring at him wide eyed. What the hell was he? Why couldn’t she see his past? Not that she was complaining but it was just a first for her, she didn’t know what to do about it, or why it wasn’t happened. Had her power died along with her when she’d been buried? She hadn’t even thought of the possibility until now, she’d never put herself in a situation to test it, she’d just gone about her regular routine of avoiding contact. “Nothing happened…” she said out loud the disbelief in her voice. “you touched me and nothing happened!” she said excitedly. Okay she was still in the possession of a psycho but this was the greatest thing that had ever happened to her! She was free of the horror, the pain the visions.

[chris]

Chris quirked a brown and looked at the girl with a confused look. ”I don’t understand… You seriously have no idea why I’m here?” He asked. Nothing that he was trying was working so far, the only thing that could test if she was really a demon would be if he let her walk out of the trap… Or at least try. If she couldn’t leave, she obviously was a demon, if she could, well, she was human.

”Yes, delivery. There are some very powerful… People looking for you Victoria. And they hired me to come find you.” He laughed at her comment ”Social services? You’re kidding.” Why was she saying all of this stuff and asking all of these weird questions? ”You’re not getting my name, yet. You have no need for it. My boss knows who captured you, and that’s all that matters.”

Chris couldn’t help but chuckle at her question ”Yes, Victoria. Healing yourself… You know, that creepy demonic thing all you guys do." His eyes looked over her facial expressions as she yelled at him ”What the hell is your problem? I’m helping you” He said as he finished wrapping her arm.

”If by that you mean that you weren’t touched and miraculously healed by my touch… Then no, nothing happened.” His eyebrows were still quirked. He had to test something, he had to see why she wasn’t reacting to the normal demonic defenses. ”Now, I’m going to ask you a favor, but know that if you try to run, I will shoot you. If you act accordingly, we can become the best of friends” He was kind of hesitant on asking this of her, but he had to know why this stuff hadn’t worked.

[VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN]

No she honestly had no idea why he was there, not even the slightest she didn't understand how he could possibly be looking for her. She was after all technically dead and she had managed to stay hidden for this long, the one and only person she'd revealed her new found existence to had been J.J and he didn't talk...to anyone she knew there was no risk of her secret being spilled on that end. It was a complete and entire mystery to her what he wanted and why he had knocked her out.

What on earth would powerful people want with her? They're never taken an interest in her when she had been alive what changed now, what could possible be different now than before, nothing came to mind. "No..." she said she wasn't kidding she had literally though that for a moment but judging from his reaction that was definitely not the case.

Her eyes widened in confusion and surprise when he mentioned healing herself. "I don't know who you hang out with but I've never met anyone that can heal themselves" she stated. That was like, something out of a bad movie or TV show or something. Humans couldn't heal themselves that's why people died everyday, that's why the hit to the head could have killed her...again. "Don't hit me in the head again please, I've had enough concussions in my lifetime another one might finish me" She warned and asked at the same time. It was a favor to ask even as he was still threatening to shoot her. "God who even has a gun what the hell!" she stated. She knew that a lot of people had guns but she had never even seen once let alone had one pulled on her, that was a first in her life.

"No-" She started but just held her tongue. He didn't need to know that anything would normally have happened at human contact, he didn't need to know her secret or anything about her instead she looked away from him instead and her eyes fell to the gun as he asked for a favour from her before threatening to shoot her if she tried to escape from him. Charming.

"Please put that away... I won't run or anything" she promised and she meant it she wouldn't if he stopped terrifying her and threatening her. Maybe they could figure out what the hell he was talking about if he just took a minute and stopped pulling weapons on her. "I'll do whatever" she said well, within reason whatever this 'favour' he wanted from her.

[chris]

Why would this girl think that he was from Social Services? Even if he was, why would it matter to her so much? Was she running from someone? Was she a stray kid that left her home? If she did, what the hell was she doing in an abandoned warehouse? Was it that bad at home? You would rather live in a dirty, dusty, lonely building rather than deal with whatever was going on at home? Chris was one to face conflict head on, so he had a very hard time understanding people that had the ‘poor me’ attitude.

So this girl was either really good at lying and acting confused, or she actually had no idea what Chris was talking about. Seeing as how most demons are pretty decent at lying, he suspected that first. But she wasn’t doing anything that was normal for a demon… She wasn’t healing, she wasn’t burning from the holy water, and it didn’t seem like she was weakening from the trap. What was going on with her?

”Oh please, any of you can heal yourselves… And it’s a bit creepy to be honest.” He wasn’t sure why she wasn’t healing, but he was going to play along with, what he thought, was a game she was playing. His face was covered with a confused look when she asked him not to hit her again ”Umm… Why are you trying to sound so much like you’re a human? Are you like one of those actors that gets way too into character and ends up actually going crazy or something?” She was doing an insanely good job at acting, if that’s what she was doing. It was starting to piss Chris off. ”I always carry a gun when it comes to your kind. Not that it does a whole lot, but I can slow you guys down with a shot to the knee or something. But I can’t just go on a hunt with you and not carry some kind of protection.”

Chris sighed a bit when she asked him to put the gun down. It was his last line of defense, except for the pistol, but she had no idea he had that. He slowly put the shotgun against the wall and looked at her ”Don’t try anything… Please…” Was he really asking a demon not to try anything? This was an insane idea… What was he thinking? He checked the trap again, no faults. ”Ok. You see that you’re in a circle, right? Step out of it…”

[VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN]

"If I was an actor would I be living here?" she asked. She knew actors struggled to get by but generally they kept waiting jobs or something on the side while they went out and auditioned, she lived in Cicero there wasn't really a market for acting not to mention she wasn't a great liar. She was good at hiding things, that was different but blatantly telling a lie out loud was something else entirely and something she did not have the greatest skill for.

Shoot her in the knee? Oh my god this was getting out of hand he really would shoot her if he had to, that wasn't just some sort of scare tactic and her brown eyes were beginning to show real fear now she could feel it. What the hell did some 20 something guy want with her? Was she going to be sold as some sort of sex slave? She'd heard about those stories street kids were always the first victims, charmed by some young attractive guy then handed off to some creepy foreigner to be held prisoner. God, she really wished she'd attended self-defense unit in gym now, no matter how painful it might have been.

Okay he really was nuts but he had put the gun down so she had to give him props for that at least and he seemed to be trusting that she wasn't going to run off, she could have now and probably made it before he managed to grab the gun again but she figured at this rate the best thing for her to do was just co-operate and maybe they would let he go unharmed. What had the whole kidnapping preparation tools? Remind them that you're human, an individual. Course you were supposed to bring up your name, your family how much they missed you. She didn't have any of that, a name but he already knew her name and still didn't seem to think she was human.

Standing up she looked at the pattern. "Why is this some magical binding circle or something?" she asked sarcastically, it looked like something you would imagine a satanic cult would paint on their floor. Moving to the edge of the circle she stepped out, then back in then out again and looked back at him with expectation. She had no idea what the point of that had been but it seemed to be some sort of big deal so she would just have to wait and see.

[chris]

Chris couldn’t help but laugh a bit ”Well, no. I guess you probably wouldn’t be. But then again, some actors and actresses prefer living in smaller towns to have a real life. You never know” It was true, once in Amarillo, TX Chris had met Gerard Butler. He was really old, and Chris was young, but none the less, he did meet him.

He watched her a moment before answering her question ”Actually, it is. It’s called a ‘devil’s trap’. Hunters use them to bind demons and keep them from using their powers. That way we can interrogate them or just trap them to make it easier for us to kill them.” Then she stepped out. Chris’ eyes widened and stepped back a moment.

What the hell was going on? There’s no way she was able to walk out of that trap, not as a demon. Something was going on. Did the demons not tell Chris that this girl was a human? Why would they leave that kind of information out? That may have been important due to the fact that he would have needed to take different measures if she was aggressive.

”Victoria… Why would someone want you gone? I don’t mean like, under the radar… I mean like, dead. I just don’t think my boss would send me after a human…” He said, trying to figure things out in his head. He was told by the demons that he would only be hunting creatures. He would never have to go after a human unless maybe she was a hunter too? But would she be asking what the trap was? He was utterly confused at what was going on.

[VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN]

He had a point she supposed as far as actors were concerned they were a weird bunch especially the ones that totally emerged themselves into a character or a situation, it was really weird, like they become a cocaine addict because they wanted to know what it felt like so they could portray it accurately. That wasn't acting in her opinion that was just, being and if you had to literally be it then you weren't a very good actor were you. What did she know, she'd never been in a play or anything she'd just heard about it in school, they'd discussed it in psychology and stuff, she was not an actor nor did she ever wish to be one.

As he explained the design to her she frowned okay that was seriously weird, whatever it was it didn't work on her which was just adding to what she'd already told him. She was not what he seemed to think that she was, she was just a kid, trying to hide. He had obviously been lied to, or just confused her with another girl named Victoria who might have been found there, because she couldn't think of any reason he would even want to be looking for her, she had nothing to offer anyone.

"If someone wanted me dead they could have just left me in the ground" she said and wished she hadn't the moment it had left her mouth. That sounded insane, to say that she'd been dead and now wasn't but that was the truth, she just didn't know why she was telling the truth to this stranger before her, especially after everything he really didn't need to know that sort of information about her.

"The only people I could see looking for me is Social Services, Like I said... I'm a ward of the state...but I'm also technically dead which is why I was confused" she accused him and she was human, very much human. "You must have the wrong person..." she started but he knew too much about her for that to be the case. She still didn't get it why anyone would want her but he now just seemed to be almost as confused as she was which she supposed was a better sign than thinking she was some crazy monster thing. She was nervously gripping her parents rings around her neck she realized suddenly, as she thought about having to go back to a home, she didn't want to go back she just wanted to be left alone to finally have some peace but even in death she'd been pulled back and she really didn't know why.

[chris]

Chris quirked a brow ”Wait… What? You were dead?” He looked at her and shook his head slightly. ”As far as I know, that’s only happened like three times before. Two of which were two of the best hunters… Or so the story is told.” He paused a moment before stepping closer to her ”Are you a hunter?”

He was sort of excited about what was going on. What if he had just met a hunter that was important enough to actually be resurrected? Then again, he might have been kind of important too. He was spared by demons to hunt more demons. It’s not like he pleaded either. They must have seen something in him. ”Listen to me, Victoria. I need you to tell me… Would you have any reason to be brought back to life?”

God he sounded crazy. Even to himself, after seeing stuff he had, knowing demons and creatures are real, he still couldn’t believe what he was saying. Being brought back from the dead? That was some pretty crazy stuff. ”I mean, did you ever kill anything? Piss off the right people? Can you see into the future or something?”

Why would the demons lie to him? That was his next question. She was human, she walked in and out of a devil’s trap with no issues, they had to have known. Why would they want this girl alive? She had to have something special. Chris was not about to kill or capture some innocent girl so demons could torture her, that’s not how he did things. ”I know all of this sounds crazy… But I need to know.” He took a deep breath ”Long story short, I hunt demons, Victoria. My boss is a demon, and he has me ‘take care’ of the ones that are rebelling or not doing their jobs correctly. Then he sent me after you, but told me not to kill you. You’re obviously not a demon… But what I can’t figure out is why…” Knowing he sounded insane, he stood there, ready for her to run off, waiting for her reaction

[VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN]

"No there's not and I'm not just saying that, no one knew me, and no one certainly cared about me so there would even be anyone left behind that would want me back" she said and the pain of those words, out loud felt like she'd stabbed herself right in the heart. It was the truth she knew that but actually saying it out loud and thinking about it seemed to hurt a lot more than it should have. No one would have bat an eye at the fact that she had died, there might have been a bit of social services investigation but they probably just deemed her a bad driver or something and left it at that buried her and no one thought about her again. She doubted anyone had visited her grave, why would they? She had only been in cicero for six months before she'd died and she had barely made an impression in that time.

"I've never killed anything!" she'd never even killed a bug or anything to her recollection. She was not a hunter she didn't kill animals "I've never even seen a gun, I can barely cook I've never killed any animals" was someone thinking she was killing their animals or something? This just didn't make any sense to her at all.

For the first time in her life she felt overwhelmed, confused and genuinely afraid. Why was he saying all of this, was it some sort of sick joke? It wasn't funny. She could feel her dark eyes glistening with tears as she slowly took a step back. "I- I- Don't know... I don't know I'm sorry" she said and quickly she turned and sped down the stairs. She grabbed her bag by the front door of the building and booked it outside as fast as she could. She needed to get away someone had sent him after her and she didn't know why, apparently neither did he but it didn't mean he wasn't going to turn her over to whoever it was and she wasn't going to risk that. It had started to rain while she'd been inside and she could barely see where she was going through the downpour and she'd only made it about a block before she slipped on wet concrete and was down. As she lay on the ground in the rain she just didn't bother getting up. What was the point how long could she run for? She was supposed to be dead anyway this was borrowed time. Sitting up she completely lost control of her emotions. She hadn't reacted to everything yet and now the fear had completely taken over her and she was sobbing in the alley.