Zack Barnes, a world-renowned Demon hunter has helped many families and businesses with their demonic problems. He is an Instagram and Snapchat sensation because of all of the facts about the spiritual world, and his good looks. The platforms help him with this, often dangerous, world. He always works his hardest to banish the demons back to Hell, but sometimes during the exorcisms, the demon goes from the object or person that it was previously attached to, to Zack himself.

Now the 33-year-old man always cleanses himself and his best friend Aaron before and after every job that they do. Yet the demonic buggers still stay attached.

On this eventful night, the duo was in Nevada at a haunted pizzeria. The demon that keeps itself in the basement refuses to be removed. The demon has caused two fires on two separate occasions after different priests have tried to exorcise the demon out of there. The demon has been scaring customers and the family staff.

The demonic entity has to go.

Zack and Aaron were called in, and after 6 hours of straight exorcisms, the demon detached itself from the basement and followed Zack home.

The worst part is that Zack has constantly been on the road for the past three weeks. Helping people, killing demons, it's what he does.

So more than one demon has attached itself to Zack. His dog, Gracie, and his personal assistant Cece have been suffering as well. Cece has been staying in Zack's mansion for the past two weeks, receiving his calls and emails for help, and taking care of Zack's property. And Gracie too.

"I'll see you after Monday, okay Cece? You deserve a break." The dark-haired man said to the woman standing in his kitchen. Her almond eyes and black hair make her serious, businesswoman persona work.

"If you say so, Mr. Barnes. If you need me, beep me." She smiles at her boss of three. Zack nods his head back to her and walks into his living room to greet his puppy. The collie jumps up on to his lap as the man sits down in front of his large TV.

"How is ya doing Gracie? Did you scare anyone this week while out on your walks?" The docile dog sits in content as her owner scratches her neck around her bright pink collar.

Zack takes a moment of silence to sit with his dog. The only constant in his house. Sure, he has Cece and his mom, but no one understands him like his little girl.

"I have to go and shower Gracie, I'll be back." Zack rubs the black spot around his dog's eye.

The man stands up from the couch, pads through his house in socks, locks his front door, and goes up the grand staircase. Zack takes a shower and falls asleep for 12 hours. Zack's health has been deteriorating over the next few days and the only person that does anything about it is Cece on Tuesday.

"Boss," She scolds, "I won't have a job if your dead. Go and rest while I call the Father to come and cleanse you and your house." Cece scolds Zack like a child. Zack has his messy hair in a black beanie, his red and irritated eyes stair back at his assistant.

Cece and Zack held a stare off across the counter. The tall man is sitting down in the tall stool as Cece has wedges on. Zack's already pale body has just completely blanched as he ran to the nearest garbage can and threw up the water he just drank.

"That's it, you're going to bed. Now." She rushes over to her boss and rubs his back. Gracie just sets her head on Zack's lap.

"C, I'm always in my bed." Zack knows that he is getting very sick too. Cece then leads Zack to one of his guest bedrooms so that she can clean his master bedroom.

The man lays down, his black pajamas stick out like a sore thumb against the cream-colored sheets. Zack is asleep in minutes, and Cece gets to work. She first calls Zack's go-to priest for cleansings. The next priest that specializes in exorcisms was able to get on a plane that day and arrive at Zack's house in mid-morning the next day, Wednesday.

"How bad has it been?" The young priest asks as Cece leads him into the house.

The two just stand in the front doorway as an oppressive, dark energy moves over them. The priest shakes his head in a grim way, jotting 'oppression' down in his notes.

"Zack, he got home from three weeks of straight cases on Friday night. I came back here yesterday, Tuesday to see if he needed anything. I knew that he has been tired." Cece and the priest walk through the house.

"Where is Gracie?" John the priest asks after they pass one of her many dog beds.

"Zack didn't want her around the energy, so he had me take her to his mom's house to play with her for the rest of this week." Cece leads John up the stair and into the room were Zack is sleeping.

"He has been in the same position for the past 14 hours. The energy that is surrounding him is draining his energy and health very fast. "Cece stops at the doorway. The darkest of the energy follows Zack.

The priest wouldn't step foot inside the doorway. He blanched so much, he was starting to look like Zack.

"It is not safe for us to be in here." John shuts the door and guides Cece out of the house. The assistant is worried about her boss. No priest has ever acted like that. Her brown eyes look up to John.

"Can you not do anything to help him?" Cece asks. She hates to say it to Zack's face, but she cares for the playboy.

"I have an associate that will be able to help him, but I cannot put a dent in the evil in this house." Father John starts to walk away. Cece runs after him, her shoulder-length hair blows behind her from the wind.

"Wait! Stop! You can not give up that easily!" She yells at the cowardly man.

John turned around when Cece laid her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you that easily scared of a greater evil? It is your job to get rid of the evils!" Cece's native accent is coming out with her worry.

The two stare at each other. After a moment, the pastor takes a deep breath.

"I can try to put a prayer of protection over Zack. But after I call my... My associate." Pastor John knows the severity of the situation as the two split ways. Cece runs back into the house to look over her boss as Father John calls his associate.

She brought his eyes to open, to see the other side of his world. She showed him how monsters were apart of our everyday lives and we didn't know it. After she showed him this, she asked Father John to banish all of the demons that he comes across. John only remembers her giving him a paper with a spell and a number on it before she disappeared out of the clergy. Father then only used the spell to banish demons, but not the phone number.

But he has always kept the paper ever since she gave it to him over 30 years ago.

John dug through the glove compartment, looking for the yellowing piece of parchment. He smiled once he found the paper and then carefully typed in the number on his phone. The phone rang three times before she answered.

"I see you finally looked on the other side of your parchment paper." Her cold voice rings through the phone. The pastor sucked in a deep breath and slowly blew it back out. Just talking with her over the phone gave him anxiety.

"I banished over 100 demons in the past 30 years, ma'am. I need to ask something of you." A chilling moment settled between them as the woman threw the offer around in her head.

"Speak." The pastor let out a sigh of relief. He then spoke.

"My one client, a demon hunter, has a serious attachment to him. I think it is a higher ranking demon." The scared man admits. The woman mutters to herself over the phone.

"I cannot come, but I will send my best to your location. Just have someone meet her there, she knows what to do." The woman then hangs up the phone.

A few hours later, Samantha teleports herself to stand right beside the pastor's car. He jumps as the tall brown haired girl jobs over and taps on the window of his car.

"Hurry up. I don't know how much time he or she has." Samantha is beyond pissed. She never wanted to talk to the she-devil again, but Hannah twisted her arm once Hannah told Sam that a human had an attachment. Samantha always feels the need to help anyone who cannot help themselves.

The pastor scrambles out of the car as Sam adjusts the bookbag on her shoulders.

"Follow me miss." They walk at a fast pace to get to the front doors of the mansion.

"Are you the one who called this in?" The two walk through the house and then up the stairs.

"Yes, I am. I was called by Zack, the man that has the attachment, his assistant Cece. The woman has left to tell Zack's coworker about what is happening. "Father John then opens the door to where Zack lies. The witch and the priest both get chills as the dark energy falls over them.

"Go, I can handle myself." Father John nods his head and scurries his plump body out of the haunted mansion.

"Well, Samantha. Let's see how rusty you are after 45 years" She mumbles to herself. The young witch walks out of the bedroom, leaving the door open. The first item on Sam's to-do list is to canvas the area. Sam pulls out her leather gauntlets and secures them on her hands.

The bookbag stays on her as she slowly releases the bonds that are holding back her medium abilities.

Samantha takes a deep breath before walking through every room in the house. Her eyes are not observing any spirits, but her ears are picking up a low humming sound coming from the top of the stairs. Samantha ignores it for now. She needs to know the environment before she starts to work on anything.

The witch walks through the weight room and office before coming to a stop in the laundry room. A transparent woman is standing between the washer and dryer.

"Zack is mine." Moving closer to the spirit, Samantha raises her right hand and siphons her energy to the ghost.

"Who is keeping you here?" Samantha asks. The woman turns towards Sam, her long black hair covers her face. Then the ghost looks up to the witch with her empty, skeletal eye sockets. She raises her hand and points to behind Samantha.

"Satan." The woman disappears as the cold presence from Zack's room makes an appearance.

Samantha turns around and shoots two-mana bolts at the black cloud, but the cloud absorbs the energy.

"Nice...Try." The cloud whispers in her ears while the mass swallows her.

Sam recognizes the attack move and quickly taps her wrists together twice, rotates her wrists, and summons Holy Light into her hands. Sam then pushes the light away from her body, making the mass run away, pissed.

The witch drops to the ground. Not using her mana for years has made her weak. The woman knows that her time is limited, so she stands up on her wobbly knees and sprints upstairs. She needs Zack to be awake and have energy so that he can chant the blessings with her.

Sprinting up the stairs, two steps at a time, Sam runs into a solid body and they both fall to the floor.

"Fuck." A scratchy, deep voice says from the ground. Sam starts to multitask by pulling out her Gilmore and a bottle of green tea while crawling over to Zack.

"Hey, stay down. I'm here to help." The incredibly pale man tries to sit up, but Sam straddles him over his legs so that he can't stand up.

"What are you doing?" He slurs.

"Shut up and drink the tea. I'm looking for an energy replenishing spell for the both of us." Zack's eyes are bulging out of his head as his tired brain tries to process all of the information.

"Just drink tea." Sam opens the bottle and hands it to Zack.

"Thanks, but I'll probably just throw it up." Zack attempts to hand Sam back the bottle, but her piercing glare makes him drink the liquid. Zack watches the mysterious woman flip through her book, her hair that is tied up in a high ponytail falls over her shoulder.

His eyes trace her curvy figure that is covered by black skinny jeans, a deep green tank-top, and a black leather jacket. Zack is taking in the light freckles on her tan and rosy face.

"You're really pretty." He says between sips.

"Thanks, you're not to bad your self." Samantha readjusted herself so that she is kneeling beside Zack. Zack mimics her actions so that they are facing each other.

"Okay, so I am going to say some words that I need you to repeat. Try to not mess up, if you do then stuff might blow up. Okay?" Samantha takes Zack's hands and says one line of the spell in the ancient language that it is written in and Zack repeats it back to her.

The two sit in the middle of the hallway, repeating lines to each other until they feel that most of the energy is replenished.

"Who are you?" Zack asks as he stands up and holds his hand down to help Sam up off of the floor. Sam gathers her Gilmore and bookbag before accepting Zak's hand.

"I'm Samantha, Samantha Fischer, witch, and ex-monster hunter." She holds out her free hand after she took off her gauntlet.

"I'm Zack Barnes, but I bet that you already knew that." Sam nods her head and puts her gauntlet back on.

"What are those?" Zack asks, pointing to her hands.

"They help me channel my energy. But that's not important--" Samantha cuts off her sentence as she notices the woman ghost standing behind Zack.

"He...Is...Coming... RUN!" Samantha jumps at the loud vocalization of the ghost.

"Did you hear someone whispering?" Zack asks as he looks around.

"She was yelling, first of all. Second, do you have a blessed or protected room or area?" Samantha asks in a rushed voice. The ghost can sense the dark mass before Sam can.

"My bedroom is," Zack answers, still confused as to what is happening.

"We need to go in there, now. I didn't get rid of the dark entity." Zack's eyebrows raise at the news but still walks to the far end of the hallway. He opens the door and gestured for Sam to walk in.

She grabs his shirt collar and drags him in with her.

Zack shuts the door behind him.

"What is coming?" He asks as Sam runs around, shutting all of the doors, closing all of the blinds and curtains, and setting all objects that can be thrown onto the floor.

"Lucifer probably. He has decided that he want to mess with you now, and I need to sever his bond with you. Now, lay on the bed." Sam tears open her bag, pulling out her crucifix, a bottle of Holy water, white sage, and her Gilmore.

Sam holds the white sage in her hand, snaps her fingers, and a spark lights up the sage. She walks around the room while chanting a warding spell. Next, she sits on the bed next to Zack and lays the crucifix on his chest and opens the bottle holy eater.

"This spell is going to drain us both of energy, so we're probably going to fall asleep after this okay? Same deal as last time, I say, you repeat." Zack nods his head.

Sam starts the rotation of different movements with the holy water as the two repeats a different enchantment. Both of them had chills crawl down their spines, the familiar entity was back. The temperature then decreases in the room. Sam and Zack could see their breath as they spoke. Then the lights started to dim, then flicker, then they shut off completely.

Samantha kept up the chanting as the flicked her wrist, four balls of Holy Light then hovered at each corner of the king-sized bed. With the awkward light, Sam saw the fiery pits of Hell, while Zack saw shadows of people moving.

The pair moved closer to each other as the chilling images and temperature scared them.

"And may the grace of the High Heavens be blessed upon us. Amen." They say the last words together.

"Is that it?" Zack stifles a yawn as the lights in the room turn back on.

A growl that comes from behind Sam makes her scream. A dark mass is floating there, so the witch makes the balls of Holy light attack the figures. As it leaves, the pressure is lifted off of both of their chests, and they both promptly fall asleep.

Meanwhile, Cece has driven herself over to Aaron's house to check upon him. He wasn't answering his calls, and she didn't know if he had a dark entity attached to him too. As she entered his apartment, she saw that he was eating a bowl of cereal while watching a video on his phone.

"Uh, Aaron?" She knocks on the door frame with her knuckles. The man looks up to her while taking a big bite from his spoon.

"Yes?" Aaron replies, used to Cece and Zack barging in on him.

"Why didn't you answer any of my calls." She shuts the door and sets her purse down on the counter.

"Because I was watching Captain America: Civil War. I thought that I texted you back though." He shut off his movie and opened up his text messages.

Cece looks over his shoulders as he groans.

"I didn't press send." Aaron rubs his hand over his bald head, a nervous gesture.

"Listen, I didn't mean to make you and Zack worry, I just thought that I pressed send." This is not the first time Aaron has done this. It probably won't be the last.

"You know that I will always check up on you, but Zack needs help. An attachment followed Zack home and Father John wouldn't even touch it." Cece says with worry as she rubs her hands together.

"Okay, is anyone else coming to help Zack?" The tall man stands up, easily towering over the assistant.

"Father John said that he would call an associate of his, but I have no clue when this associate is going to arrive." Aaron started to move around his roomy apartment, gathering up his work bag, a jacket (Zack's house is always cold, even in the Vegas heat), and his cereal.

"Do you want me to drive over to his house?" Aaron asks as the two walks out of his home and starts to go down the steps to the garage.

"I can drive. Let's just hope that we can make it there on time."

30 minutes later, they pull into Zack's driveway. Aaron sets his now empty bowl of cereal on the foot mat of Cece's car, and he sprints into Zack's house. He leaves the front door open for Cece who soon follows him.

They jog through the house, noticing upturned furniture and broken glass on the floor. Their feet pound up the steps as they go upstairs.

"I left him in the main guest bedroom," Cece says as she opens that door to see no Zack.

"Maybe he wanted to sleep in his own bed?" Aaron guesses, hoping to calm Cece down, who is now hyperventilating.

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe that's it." Her hands are trembling as she walks further down the hall. Cece has had very bad experiences with the paranormal, the worst left her a scar.

"Uh, Zack?" Aaron knocks on the wooden door before opening it to see a bazar cite.

Zack's decorative vases and paintings are strewn all over the floor, the blinds are shut, and the closet and bathroom door are shut. Zack himself is lying on his back, something that he never does, with a crucifix lying on his chest. An unknown woman is laying asleep beside him, her purple gloved hands are intertwined with Zack's.

In that moment, Zack wakes up. He sits his body up, his arms holding his body up.

"Are we interrupting something?" Aaron gestures to the room. Zack rubs his face with one hand and then grabs his glasses off of the night stand."

"Bro, I got one crazy story to tell you." Zack says before he leads Aaron and Cece down to his kitchen to retell what just happened.

"Did you dream or see anything while you were sleeping for the past couple of days? Like, before Samantha came." Cece asks from in the living room as she attempts to sweep up the broken glass off the floor.

"I saw shadow people just walking around. But the strange thing was that before I woke up each time, they all dropped to the ground and disappeared. I tried to talk to one of them once and they shoved their fist through my chest, and it felt like I was shot." Aaron shakes his head and looks down to his bottle of water.

"How do you know if the demon is gone, man? For all that we know, Samantha could be a random woman that knows how to run a really good light show." Aaron comments because he knows that Zack has had many break-ins before. This lady could just be another.

"Once she wakes up, she can show you what she did. She healed me, and I saw her fight off this demon. She also called him Satan like she knew who he was personally. I'm honestly slightly terrified of her." Zack says as he wipes off his kitchen counter. A potted aloe plant exploded.

"Okay, but why is she sleeping longer than you, then? Didn't you say that you both got knocked out at the same time?" Aaron refused to believe that Samantha is a real witch.

Hours later, the trio are down in the kitchen trying to decide what to order for take out. None of them want to leave the mysterious woman alone in the house.

"I say we order pizza. Everyone likes pizza." Aaron holds up the local pizzeria pamphlet.

"I don't feel like pizza. Besides, if we order Olive Garden, then we can get what ever we want with bread sticks and salad." Zak waves his menu. Both men glare at each other before turning to Cece.

"What? I'm not getting into this." The smart woman says.

"Oh, but I will. I want a large pizza with sausage, green peppers, pepperoni, and extra cheese." Samantha adds as she walks down the grand stair case. Her brown hair is now braded in a loose ponytail, her book bag is swung over her shoulder with all of her stuff packed up in it, and her black leather jacket is swung over her other shoulder.

"Hah! Two against one! Pizza!" Aaron rejoices as he pulls out his phone to order the pizza. Then Aaron holds out his hand towards Zack.

"Bro, it's your order. You're paying for it." Zack says as he folds his arms into his chest.

"Not all of are partners with the best night club in Vegas either bro. Come on, cough it up if you want your girlfriend to eat." Aaron smirks as both Zack and Sam roll their eyes. Zack then takes out his wallet and hands Aaron his credit card.

"What night club are they talking about?" Samantha asks Cece.

"The Red Ruby, it's in the middle of down town Las Vegas. Zack's father was partners, and once he died, Zack continued the contract." Cece answers before she takes a seat at the marble island in the middle of Zak's kitchen. The other three soon follow Cece's lead.

Ten minutes later, Cece and Aaron are splitting a large pizza, Sam is eating her order, and Zak is eating a grilled chicken salad.

"Where is all of that food going?" Zack asks Sam after she downed her sixth slice of pizza.

"In the empty black hole that I call my stomach." She grins as she picks up her seventh piece.

"Holy cow." Aaron envies her abilities. In reality, Samantha is replenishing her energy spent the night before.

"Yeah, using Holy Light drains the user's own energy." She nonchalantly says before taking a bite out of the slice of pizza.

"Yeah, about that. I think you're lying." Aaron states as he sets down his slice of pizza.

"You don't believe what your friend has told you?" Sam questions.

"No, I don't. I'm just looking out for my friend, he has been played before." Samantha glares at Aaron before she stands up and holds out her hands.

"Observe." Samantha summons mana to her hands and then encases it into a shield. She was watching Aaron's facial expression while she showed him her visual inner energy. He still didn't believe her.

Samantha then focuses all of her energy into forming a ball of energy to pick her up off of the ground. She then transforms into her ancient battle uniform that she graduated with from the academy.

Slowly, Samantha let down the force field. She is now in her Wizard mind set. The whites of her eyes are now dark blue, and her iris turned form turquoise to a violent blue. Her feet slowly land on the ground as her hands hold her shield and sword.

"Oh shit." Aaron stands up from his seat and takes a couple of steps back in fright.

"Please put my left over pizza in the freezer." Samantha says before the glowing energy surrounding her fades, and she collapses on the ground.

"Look what you made her do!" Zack says to Aaron as he jogs over to Samantha's side and check her pulse.

"Bro, what did you expect me to do? I didn't believe her, and now I do!"

"Do we need to get her to a hospital?" Cece stops her friends from arguing.

"No, I don't think so. She said that using energy drains her energy. So I say I take her up to my bedroom so that she can rest. You two can show your selves out." Zack was lowkey angry at Aaron for making Samantha exert her energy levels.

"Fine bro. Just tell me when she wakes up so that I can come over and apologize."

Zack nods his head as he picks up the witch and takes her to his bedroom.

Samantha wakes up with a muddy memory. She only remembers activating her Wizard powers so that Aaron will believe her before she blacked out.

The witch sits up on the bed, her hand rubbing her face to help her wake up. Then she is attacked by a dog. The dog licks her face before she can shove the energetic puppy off of her.

"Gracie no!" Sam hears Zack's feint yell through the house. Her heartrate slows down now that she knows that she is in a familiar place.

Zack's figure shows up in the door frame, and he sees Samantha petting his dog. A smile graces his face.

"Is this your dog? She is cute, like her owner." Samantha says as her thumb runs over the black mark covering the dog's one eye.

"Thanks, we're both cute. Her name is Grace, but I call her Gracie." Zak says quietly as he sits down on his bed beside Sam.

The witch smiles up to the demon hunter as they both run their hands through Gracie's fur. They sit in silence, savoring the quiet, Sam's stomach growls.

The two laugh as Zack leads Sam down to the kitchen where she proceeds to eat all of his food, which wasn't much. Now, after her remaining slices of pizza, two chief salads, a pack of bacon, a dozen fried eggs, and about a whole case of water, Samantha and Zak are now sitting across of each other sharing a bag of M&Ms.

"What's your favorite movie?" Samantha asks Zack

"Dracula. How about you?"

"Captain America: Winter Soldier. Easy, next." Samantha answers right off the top of her head.

"Uh, favorite book?" Zack asks as he sorts his candy by color.

"The Gatekeepers series. Another easy one Mr. Barnes. Challenge me." The two bicker and banter for hours. They migrated from the kitchen into the large living room with a 100" tv displaying Harry Potter.

"Ah shit, I forgot to call Aaron." Zack says before removing Samantha's bare feet from his lap and he takes his phone out of his pocket.

"Zack, It's almost 11 o'clock at night, Aaron is probably in bed. Please don't call him." Samantha doesn't want to talk to anyone else tonight. She folds her legs underneath her body as she scooches closer to Zak.

A cold presence then forms near them. Samantha recognizes the sad feeling from the ghost. The woman is standing behind Zack.

"He is mine." The woman points to Zack before fading away.

"What are you looking at Sam?" Zack asks. Samantha whips her head over to the tall man when he spoke to her.

"You didn't feel her? The ghost woman?" She questions Zack as her body moves from off the couch to look down the hallway.

"What do you mean ghost?" Zak follows the witch.

"Wait, can you see ghosts?"

"Yes, I can see, talk to, and receive messages from ghosts. I could ever since I was a little girl." Samantha mumbles as she scopes out the whole house, Zack is following her around like a puppy. The real puppy of the house is asleep on her doggy bed in Zack's room.

"She complete vanished. Do you know who she is? The ghost living here." Samantha questions Zack as they both stand in the living room.

"Well, the last owner drowned herself in her bathtub." Zack gives Sam an answer, the later is looking over her shoulder and rubbing her arms with her hands.

"That would make sense, the woman's hair is darker and is covering her face. Her skin is very pale too, like she did drown herself." Samantha comments as she looks up to Zack's eyes. His dark blue eyes remind her a raging ocean during a hurricane.

"You're really tall." Zack comments as his eyes stair into Samantha's gem like turquoise eyes and his hand brushes Samantha's bangs from in front of her beautiful eyes. Zak has never known a woman that her nose reaches the bottom of his face with out heals.

"You're tall too." Sam raises her hand to place it on Zack's black shirt clad chest. The two share the inmate moment until Gracie paws her way down the stairs, the tags on her pink collar are clinking together, ruining the almost perfect moment. Samantha yawns as the two step apart.

"I need to let Gracie out. I don't want you to go home this late either, my closet in the master bedroom has my clothes in it. Take what you want to sleep in and get cleaned up for bed. I'll be up in a moment." In that moment, Zack would have given anything that he owned so that Samantha would stay with him another night. His mind has been so peaceful ever since she saved him the other night.

"Okay." Samantha stifles another yawn as she walks away from Zack. The man stares at the beautiful woman as she gracefully walks up the stairs.

Gracie then scratched at the screen door that leads out to the large back yard.

"I got you Grace." Zack slides open the door, and the collie bolts out into the yard. Zack follows her out and sits at his picnic table. He looks up at the stars and notices the twinkle that they have, almost like they're winking at him. Zack grins and looks out around his neighbor hood. His closets neighbors are a mile away, and the view of the mountains is wonderful with the rise and set of the sun.

Once Gracie jogs back to Zack, they both walk back into the house. Zack locks all of the doors and turns off all of the lights before retiring to his bedroom.

Samantha is already under the covers, dressed in one of Zack's large black hoodies and a pair of back sweat pants. Zack gets ready for bed and then crawls in with Samantha. The witch shifts so that she is curled up into the hunter's side. Zack wraps his arms around her before they both fall asleep.

Samantha stayed with Zack the rest of the week, cleansing his home, himself, Aaron, and Aaron's apartment. Her energy has replenished enough through the week so that she can teleport herself to her house in Ohio.

"I'm serious Sam, just stay for one more night. I want to show you my club." Zack begs the woman over breakfast. Samantha just woke up and is still groggy from sleep.

"Sure, but I have to leave soon. People want to kill me, so I can't stay in one place for too long." She states before shoveling another spoon full of Cocoa Puffs in her mouth.

"Then why do you have a house if you can't stay in one place for too long?" Zack asks as he makes himself a bowl of cereal.

"I never used ancient or powerful magic at my house, so the bad guys were never able to trace me. Plus I put up protection wards around my property they stop unauthorized people from entering my territory."

"Uh, Okay. Cece and Aaron are going to take you out shopping for a dress today, you need to remember to take my card." Samantha's head whips up to Zack, her eyes are piercing into his as she angerly chews her cereal.

"I refuse to spend anyone's money but my own." She says with fierce defiance.

"I'm not asking either." Zack meets her gaze with as much power. The two stare before Zak blinks and Samantha cheers.

"I'm using my own card, Zak." The man grumbles as he shovels a spoonful of chocolatey goodness into his mouth.

Samantha and Zack get ready for their day, Samantha is going out while Zak does the paper work that comes with his job.

Samantha's outfit for today consists of her jeans, boots and tank-top that she wore earlier in the week. She was just going to go with no jacket, but Zack quickly said that his whole closet was open to her. So Samantha now has a black dress button down shirt tied around her waist. If she gets cold, she can throw on the shirt and it will easily warm her up.

Zack walks into his huge closet as Sam looks at herself in the body length mirror.

"You almost fit into my shirt." Zack slides his arms around the woman's waist as she looks at him through the mirror.

"I would if your huge biceps would stretch the sleeves so much." Samantha holds up her arms to show the baggy material around them.

"Well, I find it adorable that you're still smaller than me." Samantha turns around in Zack's embrace and hugs him too.

"I find it frustrating that I am basically a smaller version of Aaron." Samantha mumbles into Zack's chest. She then feels his chest viberate with his laugh.

"We you are much more attracting then Aaron if I might say so myself." Zack still laughs to himself as Samantha pulls away.

"I don't find it funny either, mister." She grumbles as she ties the shirt around her waist again.

A car horn blaring from the drive way tells Zack and Sam that her ride is here.

"I've got to go." Sam grins and waves goodbye to Zak.

From their shopping trip in uptown Vegas, Samantha, Aaron, and Cece spent a lot of money. Sam mainly on books, Aaron on rental movies, and Cece on clothes. The assistant had to twist the witch's arm in order to buy a dress to go to the club.

Samantha ended up choosing a red dress that shows her smooth waist. Cece chose a black dress with slits up the side showing off the curve of her hips. Aaron stuck with a white shirt, black slacks, and black suspenders.

"We're supposed to mead Zack at the club." Aaron says after swallowing a bite from his pizza.

Samantha hums in acknowledgement as she gazes down at the beautiful pizza that was just set down in front of her. Cece got a bacon salad while Aaron and Sam got pizza for the third time this week.

"Do you two ever get bored from pizza?" Cece asks as she watches the two friends shove their faces full of pizza.

"Well," Samantha wipes her face clean from the oils from the pizza. "When you have lived in the United States for about 150 years, you know to try new things and to spice up the old. And man, pizza has never gotten old." Samantha then takes a bite out of her veggie pizza.

"I fully agree, except for the 150 year part. Is that how old you are?" Aaron asks after swallowing his large bite of pizza.

"Uh, I think that I'm about 148 years of age. I think, the years get all bunched and blended together." Samantha says as Cece's face contorts with surprise.

"How do you look so young? You barely look thirty!" Cece's voice raises before the other two shush her.

"I know magic, remember?" Samantha smirks as Cece looks down at her salad with a frown.

"Can you make me look young again?" Aaron asks to lighten the mood.

"Well buddy. It's safe to say that there is no fixing that ugly face of yours." The trio then laughs at the joke. Aaron is in fact very handsome, and Cece has fallen for his looks a long time ago. But she doesn't want to make anything awkward between her and her boss.

"Well, we should get going. We need to change into our clothes and then head down to the club." Aaron says as he ushers the two chatting woman to his silver Bugatti. Aaron drives through the late afternoon traffic to his house. The trio walk up the steps (the elevator is out) to the 10th floor where Aaron's studio apartment is located.

Samantha walks into the open space with cement everything. The walls and floor are cement, rugs and painting are covering the hard material. The whole apartment has a woman's touch, and Sam thinks that she knows which woman it is.

"So, what's happening between you and Aaron?" Samantha asks as she slips on the red dress. Cece and she are changing in Aaron's bedroom as Aaron get to change in the bathroom.

"What do you mean?" Cece's blush is quite noticeable.

"The way that you two look at each other when you think that I'm not looking reminds me of something out of a romance novel. Not to mention the flirting and the constant need to be beside each other. You made me, a tall person, sit in the back of the car so that you could sit in the passenger seat besides Aaron." Samantha rants to Cece as she sits on Aaron's bed to slide on her red two inch stilettos. Her already long legs are enhanced by the dress and shoes.

"Is it really that noticeable?" Cece asks. Both her and Aaron have talked about their relationship more than once, but don't want to make anything official because of Zack.

"Yes, and I think that you two should get together. I don't think that your boss would mind." Samantha looks at Cece as the Asian woman fixes her hair in the mirror.

"Pluss, I think that apartment bills would be cut shorter if you would just move in with Aaron already."

"How did you know? Can you read minds too?" Cece question Sam as the witch fixes her makeup in the mirror.

"No, the different sized shoes by the door way, blankets neatly folded on the arms of the couch and chair, and the two tooth brushes in the bathroom say that two people are here very often. I just hoped that I guess that right woman. I think that I did too." Samantha smirks into the mirror as Cece stands flabbergasted.

"I'm not even gonna ask you any more questions now. You know everything." Cece then walks out of the room to help Aaron with his suspenders.

The trio then move to the night club. Aaron pulls in the employee parking lot besides a black Mustang.

"He must be impressing a woman tonight." Aaron murmurs to himself as he wraps an arm around Cece's small waist.

Samantha puts on her signature smirk as she follows the unofficial couple.

The trio walk into the energizing aurora that has a code name of a night club. Young bodies are grinding and jumping together on the dance floor as the dj controls the lights and the beats. Zack and the owner of the club are sitting in the VIP section where they can see the whole club.

Zack stopped listening to the conversation once she walked through the door with his shirt hanging off her shoulders. The dress addresses the plumpness of her hips and breasts so much that it made his pants tight.

"Excuse me." Zack says to the man, who just nods his head in understanding.

The tall man makes his way across the bar and through the bodies to find Samantha's. Once he spotted the red dress, Zack's hands gripped onto her hips and pulled her flush up against his front.

"What do you think you're doing?" Zack whispers into Sam's ear as they start to grind against each other.

"Gracing people's eyes with this sight." Samantha answers before Zack turns her around and captures her mouth in a heated kiss. They lock lips as the party moves on with out them. Samantha runs her hand through Zack's gelled hair as Zack's hands roam Samantha's body.

The two dance and live up the night while it is young. Before disaster strikes.

Samantha's phone rings inside of the purse slung around her body. She pulls away from Zack to answer the call.

"Miss, your house is burning down!" Samantha's neighbor Kayla is the only neighbor that Samantha has with in 10 miles of her house. If Kayla were to see Samantha's house fire, then her house must be completely gone.

"Okay, I'll come back. Don't call 911." Kayla agrees to not call the emergency service before Samantha hangs up on the call.

"I need to leave." Samantha races out of the club while summoning her bag and jacket to her from Zack's house.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Zack runs after his girl (even though neither of them will admit it) and grabs Sam's arm.

"I need to get back to my house. It's caught on fire." Samantha's eyes are bright with alert as the two step out the back door into the alley.

"Don't leave me. Please come back." Zack's voice cracks as he calls after Sam as she runs further into the alley. Samantha looks back to the demon hunter before she runs back to him. They rush to each other's embrace as they kiss for the last time that night.

"I will be back." Samantha whispers to Zack as she pulls his forehead to meet hers.

Samantha has to tear herself from Zack's arms as she steps back and teleports away.

Zack walks to where she was, her phone with his number is on the ground where Samantha last stood.