Cara had shared the story with Logan immediately afterwards, and Daniel only a bit later once he had transformed back, however there were parts of the story she left out of her rendition for Daniel. Logan knew her history better than anyone, and hence understood the full breadth of this meeting. And Logan knew demons, knew them better than any other hunter or exorcist alive, expect Cara perhaps. There were some tricks he had yet to teach though, and Cara had only protested for a moment before doing as Logan asked and going to the butcher shop.

Over the months they'd been staying in the small cottage town, Cara had gotten very familiar with the local butcher's. She had visited them all, any one that was less than an hour in any direction. Even spreading herself out like this, Cara had still become a very regular customer of all of them. But she didn't have many other options in this matter; the werewolf in the basement needed meat. The butchers gave her confusing looks from time to time, and occasionally questioned what the large quantities of meat were for, but with a friendly smile, a flutter of her eyes and some half-assed excuse about a large dinner party, she would pass through their shops unobstructed. Plus she was happy to buy all the parts of the animals that usually would go to waste: the hooves, the tongue, the organs, the hearts especially.

Today she went to see Jermaine, one of the closer shops and also a very friendly older man who had never so much as raised an eyebrow to her requests. And he didn't today as he squinted at her through his bifocals. In a change to their normal routine, Jermaine brought Cara into the walk-in freezer and showed her the pig he had hanging by a hook there.

"Is this to your liking?" he asked, thick eastern European accent soaking in. "I wrap it up for you. Organs already removed, I throw them in a bag for you, no extra charge."

"Yes, that would be great," Cara managed, politely, looking at the hanging carcass, seeing the future that Logan had in store for it. Eaten by a werewolf seemed a kinder use of this corpse.

Driving back to the cottage in the rust red car Andie had left for her, Cara's nostrils were filled with the unpleasant smell of defrosting meat. She sincerely hoped nothing from the pig was dripping out onto the back seat. The pig wasn't light either, easily the size of a ten-year-old child. Jermaine had helped her move the pig into the car, but she was on her own for the task at the cottage. Heaving the unpleasantly moist figure of the pig over her shoulder she made it into the house and then lugged the dead animal into the basement, not the small hidden section that Daniel resided in, but the main, partially finished section, with its bits of stained carpeting and towers of boxes from the owners shoved into each corner.

Logan was already waiting for her downstairs. Cara was impressed he had made it on his own; he leaned heavily on a cane anytime he walked around now (which was becoming rarer each day). There was a large open patch of concrete flooring past the carpeted portion, which backed onto the additional divider wall that had been added, and now separated them from Daniel in his cage. On this part of the floor, a large circle had been drawn, along with a number of ancient symbols that traced the outside, and based on the colour, Cara guessed it had all been drawn in blood. She looked over at Logan, now sitting heavily on one of the many boxes, leaning much of his weight on his cane, and saw the cuts on his swollen hand.

"Put it down there," Logan said, pointing into the centre of the circle. Cara did as he asked and started unwrapping it.

"You shouldn't have used your own blood for this," Cara said, annoyed. Annoyed and worried.

"It had to be human blood," he said.

"Well you should have just waited for me then, I could have done it."

"You'll be needing your blood far longer than I'll be needing mine," he said with a grim chuckle, but then noticing the concerned look on Cara's face he added, "It wasn't much, just a few scratches. And we shouldn't be wasting anytime on this." Cara nodded, he was right on that.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Cara asked one more time. "What if the demon figures out where we are? What if it doesn't go into the pig? It could go into Daniel or you? It's dangerous."

"The demon won't see anything of where we are, it will only see you and me, like it did in the forest. And even if it saw some of its surroundings it wouldn't be able to make sense of them. That's why it wanted to make contact; it wanted you to give something away, so don't."

"And what about you and Daniel? Neither of you are exactly in the best frame of mind to fight off a demon."

"That's what the pig's for. We are directing it into the pig, it won't have any other choice."

"But how can you be so sure on all of this? Just over the past couple months we've learned of so many things that were supposed to be impossible: living people being sent to Hell, werewolves transforming back into humans, now demons materializing in our world, forming bodies of their own. What if you're wrong and this demon can figure out where we are?" Logan twisted the head of his cane more tightly.

"They're already looking for us, and probably will figure it out eventually," he said glumly. "Our best hope at the moment is still sending this demon back to Hell, and maybe we can find out a few things before we do." Cara sighed. She was done arguing, and done unwrapping the pig. It lay there on its split open belly, sightless face gazing up at them.

"Cut off its back legs," Logan said, detaching the hunting knife from his waistband and handing it to Cara. "We don't want it trying to move too much." Cara did as she was asked, tearing the pig's hind legs off. "Go give them to Daniel, we don't want him making too much of a racket if he's changed back." As if on cue, there was a loud roar from the other side of the drywall, followed by a crash on the bars.

Cara took the legs, wrapping them in a bit of paper she had torn off the pig so that they wouldn't drip through the house, and carried them over to Daniel's side of the basement. The wolf continued to bang on the bars as she journeyed up through the house, through the cellar and down the stairs. She looked at the viciously large creature with its murderous yellow eyes, and it glared right back at her. She tossed it the pig's legs through the bars, but it wouldn't eat yet. The wolf never ate when it was fed, only on its own terms. Cara had an image of a pouty child throwing a tantrum, she thought back to Nolan. She didn't talk to the werewolf, sometimes she tried reaching Daniel through it, but never to the wolf, so she wasn't exactly sure what compelled her to do so today. She only knew that in that moment she really saw the werewolf as a completely separate creature to Daniel, and one that was willingly taking him away from her.

"You're a weak pathetic creature. Daniel's the strong one. Not you." She waited a moment, for it to roar at her, or try to frighten her in some way, but it didn't. It just kept looking. She broke the gaze with it eventually to go back to Logan; they needed to get to work.

Cara returned to the other side and they readied themselves to start the ritual. Cara had never performed a summoning like this. It was dangerous in the wrong hands (many gothic-inclined teens found this out the hard way), and there was rarely a reason to talk directly with a demon. But Cara trusted Logan, and he would take lead on the summoning. The main difficulties in these situations usually came because there was no good way to tether a demon, but the most surefire way was simply with its name. The true name of a demon was no easy thing to figure out, they were loath to share such information, even during an exorcism as they were being cast back to Hell. Luckily Cara and Logan already knew the name of this demon: it was Yeqon.

The ritual was simple enough. Logan spoke a few ancient words, translating aloud the symbols he had drawn on the ground. Then they had only to call Yeqon by his name, and wait. Yeqon would not know of the trap, that he would be fused with the pig carcass lying in front of them, until he appeared and it was too late. But a demon could not be forced to appear. They could only be tempted, which is why it was Cara that called out to him.

"Yeqon," she began, giving her voice presence in the cluttered room. "We summon you here. I, Cara, summon you here." And the bait worked. Cara felt the demon flood into the room, felt her chest restrict, and then she saw it move. The pig lifted its head, and opened its eyes. Jermaine had removed the pig's eyes, but the vacuous dark eyes of the demon filled the empty holes. They carried Cara deep down, and she thought she would find herself examining the guts of the animal, but this was the illusion of those demon eyes. The same illusion that had captivated her as she stood outside her home on Devil's night fifteen years earlier. It opened its mouth and attempted to speak. The words came out much the same as they did in the forest, guttural, demonic.

"WHERE...ARE...WE?" Bits of blood and bile foamed out of the pig's mouth as it talked. "WHAT...CREATURE...DO WE...POSSESS?" Cara was pleased that Yeqon was disoriented; they might have the upper hand after all.

"You're in the body of a pig, where you can do nothing but rot," Cara told him. "But we can let you out of this if you tell us what we want to know." The pig wrenched its head up higher to look at Cara, some bones snapped in the process.

"YOU ASK...WE TELL...WE WATCH," Yeqon spat out, almost smugly.

"Why are you searching for me?" Cara asked.

"ALWAYS...SEARCHING...FOR...YOU...WE...WATCH...YOU... WE... SEE... YOU...SLEEP" Cara thought back grimly to those nights in that house she now knew to be haunted. She remembered the feeling of a presence sneaking ever closer to her as she slept. It had been him: Yeqon.

"Why now? Did the Imperial Cult send you?"

"NO MORTAL...COMMANDS...US," Yeqon cried out, unable to hide his indignation. "WE...WATCH...WE...ARE...WATCHERS...WE ARE...GUARDIANS."

"You're a bunch of bullshit," Cara said frustrated. She turned to Logan, still sitting on his box, silent. He gave her a calm look that told her to keep pushing. "Do you know Jack? Do you know where he is?" The pig put pressure on its two remaining legs and pushed itself up further.

"JACK...LIVES...WITH US...HE BLEEDS...IN HELL," Yeqon laughed as he had in the forest, but now that sound mixed with the squeal of a pig. "YOUR BROTHER...LIVES THERE...TOO." Cara had reached her limit. She grabbed Logan's hunting knife, still on the ground where she had left it after removing the pig's legs. She buried the knife up to the hilt in the pig's shoulder blade. Yeqon cried out as she did and collapsed to the floor.

"You have a physical body now, so guess what, you can feel pain like any of us," Cara taunted and twisted the knife. The pig squealed and shook on the floor. "Now tell me how Jack was taken to Hell!"

"YOU KNOW...HOW...YOU'VE...SEEN," the demon cried out as it twisted its head around to look at her. "YOU SAW...THE POOL" And it laughed once more. Cara thought again to that horrible night. She saw the pool filled with blood, blood from her mom and her step-dad. And Nolan...where was Nolan? She shook her head.

"Tell me how to get him out! How do we get Jack out?" She twisted further.

"YOU...CAN'T" There was cold satisfaction in those words.

"Fine, I will happily carve every inch of flesh off of you until you tell me," Cara said, ripping the knife out and plunging it in again, this time through the other shoulder. Yeqon screamed in the pig's squeal, wriggling on the floor, helpless. Then another voice cried out, that of the werewolf. It gave a loud roar from the other side of the wall, perhaps hearing the squeals of prey. Yeqon perked up, listening.

"WE SEE...THAT BEAST...THE ONE...WHO TURNS...TO EVIL," Yeqon said, taking a deep breath in and then out. The smell was rancid. "A HOUSE...BY THE LAKE...WE SEE." Logan stood up suddenly, almost tumbling in his haste.

"Cara we need to end this," Logan said firmly. "It's seeing too much." Cara wanted to press for more, but she trusted Logan, and if this was what he said to do, she would follow. She nodded and began the exorcism. It wasn't difficult. The pig was already dead, and Yeqon's grip on their world was weak. It only took a few simple words.

"Leave this world," she commanded of it. "Yeqon, in the name of all that is good, I send you back to Hell." A violent stream of black fluid poured out of the pig's mouth, coating the inner edge of the circle Logan had drawn. The liquid began to evaporate, smoking up into the air, but never leaving the circle. The black fluid was soon gone with only a slight stain left in its place.

Cara sighed and collapsed on the floor, tossing the knife aside and stretching out. She turned to Logan.

"Did that do us any good?" she asked, glancing up at him.

"I'm not sure. He mentioned the pool," Logan said, both of them knowing what he had meant. Cara nodded. Those were memories she didn't want to go to.

"When he talked about Daniel, what was that he called him? The one who turns to evil? What did he mean by that?" 

 Logan shook his head. "No idea."