More Questions. Fewer Answers.

It was a long day, a very very long day as Kate worked to stitch Azara back together and move her to one of the guest rooms to heal properly. But she was stable now, more than she would have been if it had been left to me.

Hours had passed, until we sat in the living area, Amy was still shaken, hunched in the corner sofa next to me, knees drawn up to her chest, Julia simply rested her head against my shoulder, exhausted herself. My mother sat opposite Kate on the sofa to my left leaning forward, head hung low, tears still threatening her eyes.

We'd only realised after Azara was moved that this whole time not one of us had considered Beth at all, we didn't even know if she was still alive, or what Brian was doing either, not that I cared about Brian, but Beth was still my sister, no matter what, and it was eating Helena up that it wasn't until a few hours ago she considered her daughters safety.

Angela for her part stood next to the fireplace beneath the TV, staring down at an very very surprising tag along.

One Special Agent Adams. Bound, gagged, and restrained

Which made things quite difficult for us all.

"So you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on and why you look like you jumped out of a bible then, Silva?" Kate asks in a flat voice, piercing eyes staring straight through me.

I swallow heavily, turning to match her gaze as best I can. Her bow shaped lips pursed in what seemed to be a bottomless well of anger, though I can't blame her. It didn't suit her however, her caramel coloured skin accented by a dash of freckles across her cheeks and nose with her long honey brown hair falling over her shoulder in lazy ringlets. She was too pretty to make a convincingly angry person, at least if you didn't know her. I unfortunately knew Kate well.

"I... got caught up in a lot of things recently... well in the past what? 36 hours?" I begin, rubbing the back of my neck as I recount everything that has happened, leaving out the sticky details of... ****, but I convey the story well enough, right up to when we appeared out of no where in her back garden.

"That was me, but also you too Daniel" Angela offers, looking over her shoulder for a second, "I needed to 'gate' us out of there and far enough away to buy us time, alone without preparation I can't do it, so I used you like a jump lead on a car, unfortunately that also meant you got to choose where we ended up"

"So you chose Oregon of all places?" Kate interjects with a confused look, one I mirror.

"Probably not exactly what he wanted no, but in that moment, when Azara was hurt, he must have subconsciously thought of the one person who he was used to relying on in situations like that, which was you, obviously" Angela finishes with a roll of her eyes before turning back to the furious and glaring Adams on the floor.

"Huh, makes sense. Probably the only part of ANY of this that makes sense" Kate huffs before leaning back in her sofa, rubbing her eyes, "Look Silva, I want to help you out, I do. But I don't do demons, witches, and especially not the FBI. If I don't do something my ass is gonna end up in jail"

"But we didn't do anything" Amy suddenly butts in, her delicate feet touching the floor as she leans forward wiping her eyes, "They attacked us, we weren't doing anything wrong, it's not fair!"

"Hush sweetheart, Miss Vostroya is right" Helena interjects gently scooting down so she can place a hand on Amy's shaking knee, "We can't get her in any more trouble than she's already in"

Kate crosses her arms, watching us all, her face is guarded, thinking. The cogs of her brain pondering every possibility.

"Why don't we hear what this bitch has to say?" Angela suddenly grins, yanking down the piece of black cloth that was muffling Adams moans and groans.

"You fucking pricks, you are all going down for this, you killed my fucking partner, you killed countless officers!" She suddenly screamed, "And you! Soldier! If you don't phone the police thi-" She continues, staring at Kate who simply cocks an eyebrow at the woman's outburst before Angela grabs a fist-full of Adams fiery ginger hair.

"Shut up. Amanda has it right, you attacked us first, shooting up the place, which means we ask the questions, and you answer. Got it?" Angela seethes into Adams ear.

"Or what? You're gonna kill me?" Adams spits back

"Enough of this for fuck sake" I exclaim as I rub my forehead. "Look, I don't want to hurt you, and before you jump in I'm not threatening you either. I just want to make sure that the people closest to me are safe, and you get to go back to your life without ever having to worry about us again"

"Your fucking whore killed my partner" Adams voice was a low hiss dripping with anger, with resentment.

The room was growing hotter and hotter by the second as I rose calmly from my seat, Julia leaning back with wide fearful eyes as the very air around us both seemed to fill with lead.

With one heavy step after another I approached the FBI agent, looming over her and my Aunt Angela.

"Call her that again. And I will end you." My voice is a low growl, so deep the floorboards seem to vibrate as Adams visibly recoils, trying to scuttle away on the floor.

A high pitched dial tone suddenly rings through the whole room. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

All eyes flicked up to the TV. In bold white lettering on a pitch black background were the words.

--- Emergency Alert--- ---Emergency Alert--- ---Emergency Alert--- ---Emergency Alert--- ---Emergency Alert---