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recognize or didn’t realize were considered monsters, like fairies, golems, and a demonic Scottish water horse. When she got to the bottom, there they were—imps.
    Mona clicked and whispered as she read, “The imp’s history is long and mysterious. Originally thought to be the servants of demons, they have been found serving human monsters as early as the 1600s. They are blindly obedient to their master’s wishes.”
    “I don’t need the history of these creatures, I need to know how to kill them,” Mona said to her computer.
    She skimmed the page until she found a section titled, “How to kill or incapacitate.”
    Mona stopped and read this section carefully. “While imps may look like they are solid creatures, they are in fact made of some sort of slime or goo. This makes them immortal and allows them to store things inside their bodies, but it also makes incapacitating them easy. If hit with a lot of blunt force they will go to pieces and will slowly try to reform as the goo is still alive. The only known weakness they have is silver. When pierced with something silver, their bodies harden and become immobile. When it comes to killing them, while they are technically immortal—they can be killed by destroying the one that summoned them.
    A buzzing noise distracted Mona and she began to look around trying, to figure out what it was. Lifting her pillow, she found her cell phone. She had received a text message from Damon— “Hey I need your address so I can pick you up.”
    Mona replied with her address and put the phone back down. A minute later it buzzed again. Another text from Damon. “Okay great see you in an hour.”
    Mona closed her cell phone and couldn’t believe what time it was. Panic set in as she realized she had less than an hour to be ready. She showered quickly and ran back into her room while she brushed her teeth, still brushing as she sorted through her clothes, throwing them over her shoulder and onto the bed until she decided on an outfit. Once dressed, she grabbed her phone and checked the time. She had five minutes before he was going to be here. She looked in the mirror; her hair was a mess and she didn’t have time to do anything special. She grabbed her white headband and put it on. It would work for now, she had decided. She gave her herself one last look in the mirror. Her black shorts and white halter-top worked well. She smiled; she knew she looked cute. Her phone started buzzing. It was another text from Damon—he was outside. She grabbed her running shoes and headed downstairs.
    At the bottom of the stairs, Mona sat down and put on her shoes. Once she had finished, she looked up and saw her mother’s teak china cabinet. At the top of the cabinet were six silver steak knives. Walking up to the cabinet she stared at the knives as they shimmered in the light. She gave a quick glance around before reaching up and grabbing one of them. She held up the steak knife; the handle was perfectly contoured for her hand. Touching the blade with her finger, she found that it was sharp, real sharp. After yesterday, she knew she was going to need protection if these imps attacked again. Now she just had to figure out where to keep the blade. Her pockets wouldn’t work and she didn’t want it anywhere it could be seen.
    While Mona was busy placing the knife in different places, to see if it could be hidden on her body, her phone buzzed. She grabbed her phone and checked to see who it was. Damon was parked outside. Panicking a little bit, she hunted for a place to hide her knife. Her lower back became itchy. When she itched it, she realized she had found the perfect place to hide the knife. Reaching into a nearby drawer, she pulled out of a roll of duct tape. She lifted up her shirt and peeled off a few strips of tape. Holding the knife with one hand, she reached back and taped with the other hand. When the knife was firmly in place, she lowered her shirt and checked her reflection in the