A Different Kind of Upbringing

A/N: *WARNING: Get your SAD FACE on. This is the SECOND LAST CHAPTER of the book :'( !!!!!!! It may be a short book, but don't worry. There's A SEQUEL which should have the first chappie up real soon! Again these last to chapters are short BUT Intense! Enjoy.

When I awoke from my stuppor I found myself in a boarded up, rotting, at least a 100-year-old church. Fury was in a corner at the other end of the large open room. She was knealing on down clutching a faceless Barbie doll. She stroked it's faded blonde hair, as if reassuring it that it was really her, the doll's long lost playmate. "Where are we?" I croaked. "My birthplace, and my past home." She answered while i choked on dust and mold. Creepy, she grew up in a abandoned church, I shuttered.

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Mystery P.O.V:

The coppery evil minion returned to the cottage where it first appeared. It silently pondered where the laughing girl could be now. And the it struck her. The girl's birthplace. It immediately sped out the door.

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We slept in the offering box. We were not alone. There were tons of spiders and a dead possum. Perfect. Absolutely, perfect. Fury sensed her mother was on her way. So that night, she did not rest for even a fracttion of a second. She was reading a thick, yellowing book witha a merging full and cresent moon, painted in silver on the cover. There was no title. When I demanded what it was Fury simply said it was "the sealer of her mother's death and doom." Whatever that meant. When I asked again she finally said it was an 18th century novel, by a very unknown holy saint on the life and death of her mother's kind. It was thought to have been buried with him, but her mother stole it and intended to destroy it. But her dying father hid it from her. His last words to Fury were a riddile to the map to find it. I glanced over at it but the pages were all blank. What the hell was she doing with an empty book? "If you must know, it was to dangerous to write his findings. He recorded his findingins in the pages. Only the holy or the cursed can read, or rather hear his research." "What the f*ck does that mean?" I shot back. "It means, only saints, nuns or demons cand read this book." "WHy would you allow the things you were trying to eliminate to read your findings on how to kill them?" I snorted. "He believed that there may have been a time when demons, some of them at least. Would take his side, and try to kill the evil ones." "So your saying he thought some of you would turn good?" I questioned. "Yes like me. There are others too. Bad turned good. Most of the goods are half-demons only. But there are full-demons, thoug it's hard to tell if they're lying or not." Fury explained. So she continued to search for the answer to our problem.

A/N: Hey wattpaders. The last chapter will be up today too. After the final chapter there will be an Epilogue (an added part after the stories pretty much over) so check it out! It gives you some more info and it sort of connects this book to the rest of the series. Until later, fluffy clouds and puppy love <3