A/N: Woodey on SNL is life xxx -Melissa

66.

*Addison*

 Letting my pen etch across the paper, I left word after word.

"Addison!" Dad's voice travelled up the stairs, my door half open. "Someone's here to see you."

"Send them up, please." I replied, clicking my pen closed. Covering my paper with my copy of The Great Escape, I opened my door fully with my foot.

"Special delivery." Mathis said, walking into my room and shutting the door behind him.

Standing up from my chair at my desk, I watched Mathis pull a wrapped cloth from his jacket. "Is that it?" I asked, almost excited of the power it held.

"The Second Blade." Mathis said, uncovering a knife of intriquet shape. "Respectively named after the First Blade that was the only thing to kill Lucifer's knights." With only the slightest hesitation, he held out the cloth for me to take the blade. "That is the only thing that can truely kill Rosalie." He motioned for me to set down the blade. "I need to see your hand first."

"Why?" I lifted an eyebrow, setting my newest weapon on my desk.

"To use the blade, you need the Mark." He held out his hand, "It'll sting, but you won't be able to use it otherwise."

I put my hand in his, gripping it like a firm handshake as he did the same. A moment later, a lighted pulse travelled from his arm into mine, a burning sensation dripping through my veins. I barely winced, a demonic mark searing into my upper forearm.

I let go the moment it was done, feeling like someone had set my arm on fire.

"Sorry, I know it's a bitch."

"This is all I need to use the blade?" I ran my finger around the strange mark that made the shape of a curisve upside down 'L'

"That's all." Mathis picked up the blade again, letting me take it from the cloth. Clearly, he was unable to even touch it. "I'll just go before you feel the need to test that thing out."

I pretended I didn't feel the pulse running from the blade to my arm as if it was apart of me. "Don't." I set the Second Blade on top of my book on my desk again. "I'm honestly not sure why I haven't killed you, but I haven't and I'm pretty sure you would know if I was going to." 

"Uh, hey," He ran his hand over his hair, "since you're one of her best friends, I feel it's safe to ask you." Mathis pocketed them a moment later, "Do you think Lydia will automatically break up with me?"

"Well," I leaned my hip against my desk. "Her last boyfriend was a homocidal lizard turned werewolf, so I she could handle it." I couldn't help but smile. "You're the interesting on, Mathis. A Knight of Hell that's not only helping the enemy kill another, but you're worried about a girl breaking up with you."

"I suppose the events of the Eclipse Child has changed a lot of things." Mathis said, "I'm in love with a banshee and you willingly volunteered to kill your best mate."

I nodded, "That does seem to be the case, doesn't it." I looked to the blade. "I should get on that actually. I'm on a schedule up until my almost certain death."

Instead of commenting, Mathis opened my door.  "Have a good night."

"Wait." I stopped him, curiosity biting at me. "What did you make your deal for?"

A faint smile traced itself onto his lips. "I'll tell you some other time." Turning, Mathis found his way back down the stairs. "Have a good night, Sheriff." He politely said before leaving my house.

Tapping my foot absently, I felt guilty.

Quickly I shook my head and grabbed my leather jacket.

Right now my only objective was to take out Rosalie, and it would be permanent this time.

Slipping on my boots, I put the blade in the strap meant for knives on the inside of my jacket. It was almost sickening, but I felt good about this.

Three days left and I was happy about going to kill Rose.

With Stiles over at Scott's, I was safe to go out without any interruption. Shutting my door as I got into the hallway, I pulled and excuse of leaving.

At 8 p.m. I had an hour or two that I could work with.

Jogging down the stairs in appropriate hunting gear, my hair fluttered back as I skipped the last step and landed in complete silence. "Hey, Dad-" I furrowed my eyebrows as I spotted him coming out of his office.

Holding a journal quite like the one Mom left me, Dad held a small smile. It was sad, but it was still a smile. "I thought you might want this." Dad looked down to the leather bound journal with maroon binding. "Your mom kept a journal from the day she was diagnosed up until she physically couldn't do it anymore.

My lips parted slightly as he held it out to me. Carefully, I took it from him. "Are you sure you want me to have this?"

"What you've got is rare and this is the only thing I could find documented." Dad looked overly tired, deep spaces below his eyes.

This might as well have been killing him too.

"Thanks, Dad." Walking forward, I wrapped my arms around his middle. "I love you."

Dad kissed the top of my head, "I love you too." Letting go of me, he stroked my hair for a moment. "Have fun wherever you're going. Don't stay out too late, alright?"

I nodded, holding the journal with both hands. "I won't be long." Placing the book on the table by the door, I parted from Dad and slipped outside.

Hopping off of the deckind, I landed in the grass. Unclasping my necklace, I faced the woods.

"Okay, bitch! I'm ready." Pent up with anger, I went into the forest.

Leaving my necklace in my pocket, I decided that if I was going to do this, it would be a fair fight. At least, she would think it was.

"I've heard you've got my level of hearing now." Rosalie's voice echoed, her presence not yet in my range. "It's interesting to me, actually. If I know the story correctly, Azazel fed you his blood, which makes you like what you hunt."

"Are you going to keep running your mouth or will you come out and face me?" I asked, crunching leaves under my feet.

"Think about it, though, Ads. Hunting demons is like betraying yourself."

"Oh, please, by all means give me a lesson on my character." I sarcastically said, my steps slower but unnoticable.

"You see, becoming a demon was the best thing to happen to me."

I rolled my eyes. "Jesus, Rose."

"Not quite, sweetheart." The smirk was detectable in her words. "But really, Addison. I sold my soul for beauty and do you realize that I can choose any vessel I want? I'm drop dead gorgeous." 

"I see you're still concieted." The level of distance was changing in our conversation.

She was getting close.

"And I see you've got a shitty choice in guys." Rosalie shot back.

"You're going to make this about Derek? Can you grow up Rose?" She was now too close for comfort. "I want to talk."

"We can get popcorn and matching pjs if it would make it more convienient for you."

"Well, may be a little." I smiled darkly, standing completely still before flipping backward. Dropping down, I swung her legs out from under her. Pressing her face down to the forest floor, I pinned Rose with her arm behind her back. Keeping my knee in her spine, I stabbed the Second Blade into the ground on an inch away from her face. "How about that talk?"