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in and tasted the gooey stuff.
    “Oh, yeah,” he said approvingly. When in human form, Amaymon adopted an urban accent – I don’t know why but it annoyed a lot of people. I guess no w I know why. “That hit the spot.”
    “Get on with it,” I called.
    Usually a wizard would require a magical butterfly net to interact with something purely ethereal. Not Amaymon. The demon extended one clawed hand and scooped the ectoplasm up like ice cream. He stuffed it into the gun savagely, like a kid putting sand in a bucket. After a while, he raked in the last handful and stuffed it into his mouth.
    “Done,” he said. The demon tossed my gun back at me. It felt lighter, yet at the same time more solid.
    “I stuffed all I could in it,” continued the familiar. “Couldn’t fit all of it, but that gun should be able to take whatever punishment you put it through.”
    “Cool,” I said. “Thanks.” I holstered my weapons. “Guess this makes me even with my sister.”
    Amaymon’s eyebrow shot up. “I think she owes you one, bro.”
    “Nah. Remember that time,” I scratched my forehead, “with the vampires-”
    “Right,” interjected Amaymon.
    “ − and the whole camera incident –”
    “Dude, they put your ass on MySpace.”
    “Yeah, and she covered for me,” I said. “So, now it makes us even.”
    Am aymon was about to retort with something but the wailing of police sirens cut him off.
    “Cops," he muttered. "We better hustle."
    “That was fast.”
    Amaymon gave me a sly smile. "I may have left th e kid at the nearest police station."
    “Sometimes I think your existence is just to torment me.”
    “It’s not my only reason to exist but it does take up most of my time,” he replied. With a flick of his wrist, he ripped at the air and a portal shimmered. “But I guess you can call me both the creation and the solution to all your problems.”
    I made a face at the portal. “I hate those things,” I whined. Travelling through portals made me sick to my stomach.
    Amaymon smiled even wider. It made him look like the Cheshire Cat. Or the Joker. “Two minutes ‘til we’re ass deep in cops.”
    "How is it you gotta blackmail me to help out a kid and now you're all helpful?" I asked.
    Amaymon stepped behind me and tipped me forward. I was sent through the portal with the grace of a tumbling sea lion.
    We emerged outside of my office and my stomach lurched.
    Amaymon leaned over as I hurled chunks. "Because this is highly amusing," he whispered cruelly. His evil laughter echoed throughout the empty street.

     
     
    7
     
    Here’s how life works with normal folks…you get up, go to work, do something after work that makes you hate life just a little less and then go to bed.
    Repeat the following day.
    Here’s how life works for me…get sleep interrupted, deal with clients, confront monsters and psychos, try not to strangle the cat, and go to bed, if at all possible.
    I had just confronted five Lizardmen and a Behemoth: I think I deserve some freaking sleep. But no, Erik gets no sleep. If I ever meet the personification of destiny, I am so punching her in the face.
    This particular nightly interruption was a premonition of sorts. I’ve been through some weird stuff in my career, but this was a unique experience. It was like I was living the life of a stranger. And just to shake things up a bit, I was a girl. A pretty one, but a girl , nonetheless.
    First came the flashes . Seems like I was a pretty waitress at a coffee shop because I remember serving clients. I also remember getting hit on quite a lot, much to my annoyance.
    Then , I remember running down an alleyway from something – something dark and evil. Something that was chasing me.
    I arrive at a college dormitory and make my way to my room. My roommate is there − she was someone I could trust. She dismissed my worries, blaming it on stress. But I could see the worried glint in her eyes.
    A nother flash had me at a party. My roommate had dragged