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stepped inside the downstairs bathroom just outside the kitchen.  Concealed in the darkness, they both listened for the opening of the front door.  After a few minutes, there was a soft swoosh of air moving through the house.
    Kaylyn stepped inside and closed the door behind her.  Now that they were in the house, Shane’s essence fought against Kaylyn.  Adrenaline filled the body as the young girl tried to regain control and move further into the house.  With little effort, Kaylyn squelched the girl back into the recesses of her mind.  “Tut, tut.  Now is not the time for that nonsense.  What is it you want here?”
    Moving toward the dining room, she listened for any sign of life.  Ahead in the kitchen came a faint sound of shuffling.  Tensed and ready to pounce, Kaylyn moved closer.  A small streak of yellow bolted past her.  Spinning, she watched as it shot up the stairway.  “So that’s it?  You want your cat?  And what will we do with a cat?” she laughed.  Shaking her head, she took a step toward the stairway.  “If it will please you, we’ll take it home with us.  But first, I need to have a look around.”
    She spun as a loud clank resounded from the kitchen.  “Two cats?  Now that’s asking a lot young lady.  We aren’t going to have time for that.”  Certain only animals resided in the house, Kaylyn moved towards the kitchen.
    Greg waited until she’d almost passed the bathroom door, then stepped behind her and wrapped one arm around her shoulders, effectively pinning her body to his.  The point of a blade gently pressed against her neck.  “Don’t move.  I’ll slit your throat and you can go back to standing in line with the others.”
    Before she could answer, Remy raced to Shane’s side and slid a needle into her arm.  As the serum entered the body, the demon howled in rage.  Slamming her head into Greg’s shoulder, she caused his arm to tighten.  The knife sliced neatly into the young girl’s neck.  Hot, sticky blood poured over his hand.  “Shit.  Oh shit!  Remy, help!”
    Shane’s body began to convulse before going limp in his arms.  As he lowered her frail body to the ground, Remy ripped the table cloth from the dining room table.  Pressing it against her sister’s neck, she said, “Shane?  Shane , stay with me.”
    Shane’s red eyes glowed before erupting in a mass of dark smoke. 
    “Please stay with me,” Remy screamed.
    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  Shane?” Greg bellowed.
    The last of the smoke dissipated and the young girl’s eyes became blue again.  Reaching up, she placed her hand over Remy’s, and tried to sit up.  “I’m okay.  Seriously, I’m okay.”
    Remy pushed her back down to the floor.  “Your throat’s been cut.”
    Greg’s voice shook with raw emotion.  “Oh God, I’m so sorry!”
    This time Shane shoved her sister’s hand away.  “I told you , I’m fine.  Turn the lights on and look for yourself.  It’s not deep, I can feel it.”  Then looking through the dark at the place where the light switch should be, she said, “Never mind.  I’ll do it myself.”
    Bright light filled the dining room.  Shane pulled the table cloth away from her neck to show them the damage.  Just as she’d proclaimed, the wound was not even deep enough for stitches.  As they watched, it healed completely.  “H-how did you do that?” Remy asked.
    Shane winked.  “I’m guessing the devils don’t understand or have never heard about psychic healing.  If they knew, we’d be in even worse trouble.”
    Both the older siblings exhaled strongly.
    “Jeez, Shane.  It’d be nice if you’d share some information with us once in a while.  I thought I’d killed you,” Greg said.
    “You almost did.  I had to wait to begin the healing process until it left my body.  I couldn’t take the chance of it finding out and telling the others.  Luckily, I was right.”
    Still shaking, Remy stood and walked into the bathroom.