Amelia gulped. Arnold smirked, stopping his strokes to pat her head.

"Now, what we need you to do is swim to them, and you have my word, if you make it, we'll row over to you." He leered down at her. "We'll take them to shore. But, no matter what, you're dying."

She stared at the demon and silently nodded. That's why they injured her shoulder- so she would drown.

The boots and jacket were slipped off and Amelia stood in the freezing water. Then she started swimming. It was a silent night, broken only by her splashes. It was a far trip to the little wooden dock, lit by moonlight. She was no champion swimmer. Amelia grunted when her hand slapped against the wood.

She lifted herself between the twins, feeling nails bend. "I made it!" Amelia screamed. Kneeling between them, she gripped their hands. Her hands were slick with blood where her nails had been.

There was splashes and then Amelia felt something smash into her head...

And she fell in.

-_-

The water was...scary.

It was dark, it was cold, and Amelia felt blood drift off her forehead. Bubbles escape her lips as her hair swam from her head.

She drifted in the lake, moving down, down, down.

You think I'm letting you go that easy?

Amelia felt herself drift from her body, watching yellow cat eyes open in her body. Bill smirked up at her in...Bilia? Bmelia? Amelill? He waved at her. She waved back, feeling calm and safe.

The demon in her body rocketed up.

Her body was her own when she hit the surface of the lake. Air gasped into her lungs. There was the screech of sirens, and a hand grabbed her from the water. She absently saw Blubs and Durland.

Bill stood next to her great uncles and Pacifica, and she screamed at him. About how sorry she was, how she was an idiot, Gideon...The only thing that stopped Amelia when she was loaded into the ambulance were the twins, sleeping peacefully.

They didn't deserve to be woken up like this.

Slowly, Amelia slipped into sleep.