"Danni... I want you to take this." She softly said.

Overwhelmed as I shook my head in not wanting to take such a possession of one of her most priceless and unusual belongings; I saw the resolve lingering through her face and if you were to know Grandma in her prime, it was best not to unnerve her and insult the gift.

With a bit hesitation, I took the metal with the gem pointing oddly at the bottom of the cylinder. "Thank you, grandma... I will take great care of this." I asserted with a mile.

"Keep it as close... as possible... never letting it be out of sight..." she said struggling on an onset cough. "... it will keep you safe, my dear." She managed to finish.

I grimaced from the sounds that were corrupting her usually clear and proper voice.

"Why does the stone sit at the bottom?" I quipped in hopes of a distraction.

"There's an easy answer when the time is right." She somberly stated.

As much as I held her on a high pedestal, she recently had been reaching critical with her treatments as the doctors said there would be side effects from her medications that would cause some odd behavior to occur; one of them being disorganized speech. I typically placed these types of sayings to that portion of the disease; which was easier to do than understanding the entirety of her lifelong battle with it.

She smiled as usually with the soft and ease of loving face, as she folded her arm out for me to take her hand.

I took it as easily as I would never turn down a cup of coffee; another thing that I loved.

She began to mumble something as griped my fingers.

"What was that gran?" I coaxed.

"You... need... to..." her coughing berated once again, making it even harder to get her to make any more sense than usual.

Her head slumped after abruptly figuratively coughing up a lung.

I yelled for the nurse in an aghast bell; falling over the equipment set up next to her as I whipped her head back up to hear any sign she had simply fainted. The assumption had been quite wrong, as the blue tinge patted her cheeks and lined her thin lips like cheap special effects makeup.

"Gran!" I yelled, shaking her. I repeated the action until, a slight gurgle and hum of a sigh broke in between my sobs.

I moved in closer to her pale lips; listening and feeling for any air to escape them.

"Wa...k...e..." her teeny low voice trembled; barely resembling the timbre I grew up praising.

"Granny...what are you saying?" I coaxed again.

"WAKE UP!" she shrieked. Cackling as her hand suddenly had a tightly wound grip around my wrist. I huffed backward in a quickened gasp as she turned the held wrist upward and bit down into the flesh. Like butter, her teeth slashed effortlessly into and out; streaming outwards and splattering in a heap of red on the laminate flooring.

I tried with everything I had to whip my arm away, but her strength had over matched anything I could have mustered up. She whisked her face up to gawk at me; her eyes bared freaky black slits surrounded in citrine; familiar but unsure of where they had been feared before.

"WAKE UP... SWEETIE!" she cackled again in a taunting grin, as she bared stains and meat caught in her teeth.

My scream matched that of a banshee under some monthly moon enriched rage, as the walls and floors trembled and sizzled to bits of ash and fire; granny and all the room had been engulfed and blew up in a whirlwind towards the upper cave wall; dissipating in magnificent smoke; as I woke to the bite that dead granny had ravaged on my arm, was truly happening but with a different mouth sucking away – Dean!

No! I yelled in response. "I will not die like this!"

Funny how some irrelevant memories come trailing though your mid as absent minded as remembering if the coffee pot had been turned off.

One of those bones I separated from Dean as I hacked into him not too terribly long ago, kept waving in my eyesight as I watched him in putrid hate as he fed on me.

I had had enough of this... dead people trying to eat me like a good afternoon snack... this damn Demon thinking that he knew everything there was to know about me; I may had been a pushover well over the allotted time limit, but I was no longer taking the shit anymore. I was ready to see all of them just burn to crispy bacon bits and go down below where they belonged – who were they to try and take over? I may not be 'the one' that everyone has been mistaking me for, but I am' the one' to at least try and give these beings a fight.

I yanked my free arm towards the protruding clavicle bone; at least with time being on my side, the juices and muscle tissues were all disintegrated and dried to the point of dust; making it easier to grip with nothing to hinder my fingers from pulling.

Pulled I did – hard. The bone came surprisingly out easily; crackling and breaking like one those air bubble sheets you can pop when you get a large delivery – yea, I know odd, but that's what comes to mind. Dean seemed to only notice as yelled for his attention; piercing the sharp end of the appendage into his forehead; beetles and maggots fell from the opening as if he were infested with them. I barely cared about the insects as I tossed my attention to the other head biting down onto my stomach.

Whipping awkwardly backwards across Riley's brow line. He let go, to return a similar grin that Gran had given in what would be an infamous dream I would not soon forget.

I whipped again against his jaw, then taking the point to the closest eye socket I could delve the weapon into.

I fell back, at about the same time, I caught sight of Ben on my side of the glass barricade. He stood only inches from the Demon; unaware of what he had crossed over and into.

I shook my head warningly to the left to right, in hopes that he could at least decipher that tone my face had molded.

Riley wailed and wallowed on his knees; holding the oozing eye socket. He leered to me; oddly amused by my actions; he leaped to his feet; tracing across the dirt in little as a few seconds before bowing to my face. The wildly smile faded as he pondered lower to the cause of his sudden distraction.

The broken clavicle bone had hammered through the drywall like skeleton. My forearm still attached a few inches within him. I reciprocated the wildly sneer. "Your kiss wasn't all that..." I quipped as I ripped up through his stomach; chest and out between his collar and shoulder; freeing my hand still holding the weapon in a death grip. Slinging dried muscles; tissue and goop up and around the floor. Riley collapsed; as he and the remains instantly dissolved as the ground soaked up any nutritional value it could have.

I looked over to Dean, who had been busy eating up all those nasty bugs he had lost from the weapons impact. He casually gawked up to see my gaze transfixed on to him.

I gritted my teeth, the anger seeping my veins as I rushed over to him; grabbing his head and twisting around and around and around until it snapped off. I threw it at the demon.

"Is that all?" I dared.

He seemed pleased at my unexpected outburst. "Good for you Danni... color me impressed."

"I wasn't looking for your approval." I declared.

"Oh... my apologies as I wasn't giving it." He assured.

Ben had moved silently away from the demon, staying close to the wall as he made his way down the rocky staircase; reaching the bottom of the large landing surface.

I spun hurriedly to capture a snapshot of what the next move could be; towering up atop four more stairs; mimicked an exact display of another mirrored surface. My head swiveled back and forth to each; it was as if I were looking in a mirror; everything was the same, though the color spitting from this newer surface was brighter; cleaner than the one I had been pulled through.

The more I dissected over the surroundings the more this large dome like room mimicked a more sinister... err... larger version of our classroom with Ben and myself standing on the landing; stuck between.

The demon didn't quite care that we had came together; he again was more mesmerized by Talek. I think he could be classified as obsessed.

"You okay?" Ben pleaded in a soft whisper; reaching to help me up.

I sighed in disagreement. "Those little night of creepers bit the ever living piss out me; but other than that, err... I think I'm alright."

Ben began to open his mouth to speak... as I prompted him not to with my index finger pressed against them.

"We can't let Talek come through..." I frantically whispered.

He looked perplexed as to what I was meaning.

"I think that demon is going to use him to get out of this... err... demented place."

Ben took a quick glance to the demon and return to my bewildered glaze of a stare.

"You mean... err... like possession?" he surmised.

I shook my head no, as I was inconclusive to the whole diabolical plan. "I'm not sure..." I whimpered.