Ever since that morning with Kol, my demon has been clawing to get out. It was behaving worse than my siren. Like a child throwing a tantrum to go to a toy store. But in this case the toy store was a mass killing and the kid was my demon.

Whereas my siren just kind of stayed back. Protecting my mind from intrusions like Mikael. Only coming out when it was desperate. The bloody daydreams only coming around after one too many horror movies.

But, you try telling your protective soulmates that you need to go on a killing spree.... 7 months pregnant. Yeah. I was due soon. Caroline claims my stomach has already dropped too. So, we all knew I would be going in to an early labor. But my demon didn't care. And honestly, it was rallying up my siren as well.

Kol didn't even want me to risk anything. Claiming he would take me somewhere after I had given birth. But that could still be 3months away. Who knew?!

One person could relate to me though. My father. Asmodeus or I suppose he preferred Ashmedai. He had come back once since presenting himself to us. Kol demanding him to explain the random blue eyes I had during sex. Or the energy boost I had received.

It all ended in a long lecture of how we are not related to Succubi or Incubi. How we are the originals. Or how my demon needed to be freed just as much as my siren.

He was sounding a lot like Nik.

I was beginning to feel restless. I was technically supposed to be in bed more than on my feet. But here I was pacing my bedroom. I had been allowed to be alone finally, now that we knew the demon in my head was the one talking to me. My father had told me I could push it away just as easy as being around my mates. Just think happy thoughts. Like it was a Dementor and I was casting a Patronus on it.

"You should be in bed." Finn pointed out as he let himself into my room. I glanced up from my pacing to see his arms crossed. Making me feel like a child being scolded.

"I can't just lay around." I told him in a bit of an aggressive tone. "It won't shut up."

It was true. My demon kept pushing thoughts into my mind. Blood and death. I had imagined many people dead at my hands in the span of a week. Even Nik had fallen into the imagination which led to my sobbing panic.

"You're supposed to be thinking-"

"Happy thoughts. I know." I snapped. My arms wrapping tightly around myself. "Don't you think I've been trying?? That's how Nik ended up dead." Finn raised his eyebrow at me.

"Niklaus is fine.."

"In my head, Finn. It's all in my head." I smacked my forehead to make him see my point which caused him to blur in front of me, grabbing my hand to stop my abuse on myself. "I feel like I'm teetering, Finn. Between insanity. I can't do this."

I could feel the burn behind my eyes. Indicating the tears begging to flow free. Finn cupped my cheek gently as he let out a sigh.

"You can do this." He told me in a stern tone. "You're strong. Independent. And a bit crazy. You put up with all of us. If anyone could handle a demon invading their mind, it's you." He leaned down, pressing a long kiss to my forehead. Like he was trying to protect my mind with a single gesture.

"None of you hold a candle to the demon inside of me." I mumbled. My eyes closing as I leaned into his touch. A tear escaping as soon as my eyes closed. "I can't just lay around. I need to get out. To feel the life being ripped from someone. I hate it." I cringed at my own words. Feeling the demon perk at the thought before pushing images of blood splattering the walls forward.

"Then lets go." I snapped my eyes open before looking up at my mate. The one who hated who he had been turned into. The one who didn't want to be a murder.

"Excuse me?" I snapped. My confusion causing the words to be forced out harshly.

"You need to relax and if this is how you need to do it, then I'll be there with you." His hands levitated to my stomach, like a magnet being pulled. "You know I would do anything for you and this baby. Our baby." My heart seemed to melt at his words.

"I couldn't ask you to do this for me, Finn. You hate embracing your vampire.."

"True. But I love you more than that hate. And you are not going alone." He leaned down, pressing our lips together in a sweet moment. Like he was sealing the decision. "Get dressed. We'll leave in a few."

"Where are we going to go? A prison or something?"

"Or something." He smiled before leaving me to my thoughts. My demon was absolutely elated at the thought of sinking its claws into someone. I honestly don't even think it matters who it will be or how many. Now what do you wear for a murder?

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