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entity that I have never had the pleasure of meeting.  I
have however come across their counterpart, the demon, many, many times. 
Although I am a relative, or actually an aunt, to all demons, I kill them
ferociously and without remorse.  Most look human like me, while others
fit the profile perfectly, ugly, charred skin, growls, and the worst smell
ever.
    So those I fight and regardless of their human form I will
kill them the same.  When they are in human form it happens one of two
ways, either they are a stronger demon and can alter their appearance or they
have killed or possessed a human and taken over their body.  Whichever one
it is I don't have second guesses as to whether or not I will kill them, the
human is already dead or wishes they were so they will never be sane
again.  So legally you cannot kill a dead person and the ones who are
still alive in there I am doing them a favor.
    It used to be hard to tell when a demon has absorbed a
human’s soul and taken over their body.  There were many times I had been
by one too long and didn't notice till the last minute that I was right beside
a demon infested human.
    But now I am older and more attuned to the signs, I don't
befriend anyone and I perform some simple tests that help decide if they are
humans.  Holy water replaces regular water and a spell that I have created
lets me know if a demon or anything else dead is nearby, and so far it has been
about ninety five percent accurate.  Since I am constantly encountering
demons, I wish I could find proof of angels, but all I can keep doing is keeping
my faith that they are because if I let myself believe that only the bad things
are real, then I become afraid that the dark side will take over my soul.
    After checking over all my weapons, I put them away in the
locker.  I did keep out a vial of holy water and all my witch tools. 
I was going to perform some serious spells on the house and the new Jeep to
ward off the darkness that I knew was coming.  I placed my athame,
candles, and the last picture I had of my mom and me on the bedside table. 
The photo was taken three days before she died, five days before I turned
16.  The picture was of us on the porch of our house and it was beautiful
with all the flowers that we had growing around us, kind of like we were
secluded from the evil stuff in our own little fairy tale garden.  I miss
my mom dearly and sometimes it’s hard to keep the anger at bay because of the
situation that I am in, but then I remember how much she loved me and all that
she did to protect me and prepare me for the future that I would have to lead
without her.
    I closed the locker up with its magical locks and placed it
at the foot of the bed for easy access if necessary.  Normally I can go
for about three days without sleep but right now sleep was all I was wanting
along with a hot shower.  With all the restless dreams of the stranger I
have been having, lately I am waking up tired and a tired hybrid is a poorly
reacting hybrid.  So I got my shower and headed to bed by seven o'clock.
    I woke up in the bed with the moonlight filtering through
the large windows.  With a quick look the clock told me it was 1:45 in the
morning.  I had been asleep for over six hours.  Footsteps on the
main floor alerted me to someone's presence.  I closed my eyes to
concentrate on the figure and who it might be,  but when I opened my eyes
again to get up I was in the woods---well damn this was another dream!  I
could hear the dry leaves of the woods being crunched on as I stood there in my
pajamas listening, terrified I would see that blue eyed stranger again.  I
was turning in a small circle trying to determine which way I should run. 
 Yes, I was running away because in my dreams I have no weapons and my
magic seems to be useless against this particular demon.  As I made a
complete turnaround the black fog rolled out of the trees in front of me and
the ice blue eyes appeared.  The face was in