"Punished?" Wanda asked, licking her dry lips. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm helping you out here."

"No, you're helping yourself. With Vincent out of the way, you can finally live in peace. Unfortunately for you, that's not part of the plan," David's gloved hands gripped the steering wheel in front of him.

"So you're using me?" Wanda turned herself to face David. When he didn't respond she huffed and said, "Fine. Then I won't help you anymore. You can do this alone."

David chuckled, shaking his head, "You're not going anywhere Wanda. If you do, I'll be sure to let Vincent know exactly how to find you."

She stopped her hand from opening the car door, "You wouldn't."

"Oh but I would. You've done some bad things Wanda. If I had a choice, I'd want nothing to do with you."

"You can sit there and judge me? You're no saint!" Wanda hissed.

David shrugged, "Never said I was. Now get out there and do what I told you to do. Hurry up."

Wanda bit her tongue trying to stay quiet. She knew the man in the car with her was just as lethal as Vincent McDaniels, "Fine." She quickly exited the car and walked among the onlookers. She could see local news reports and even a few columnists. She wondered if Eva Lewis would show up.

Wanda walked towards the edge of the crowd and waited to see if she could see her brother Vincent. He was yelling on his cellphone. She walked in his line of vision and smiled. She knew the exact moment he spotted her. He dropped his phone. He hadn't bothered to pick it up. He just stood there. Wanda nodded once in recognition then began walking away.

"Beatrice!" she could hear him yelling behind her. "Beatrice stop!"

Wanda didn't stop. Instead she pretended as if she didn't see him and crossed the street to where David was waiting. After she got in, David sped off and left Vincent looking around like a madman.

"Who is Beatrice?" A report for Channel 7 news asked Vincent. "Is she someone related to the film?"

Vincent jumped at the microphone being placed in front of him. He struggled for an answer as all if his thoughts were on the woman that looked like a grown Beatrice. Was it possible that she was alive? Were all his children alive? Vincent ignored the report, shoving the microphone away and shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked away from the crowd. He needed a drink.

Meanwhile

Lauren Bolgers was sitting in a rented car, waiting for her scene to come up. She was parked behind the main building and away from the reporters which was just as well. She didn't feel like looking at anyone.

"How dare he be such a jerk to me!" she shouted in the confines of the car. She touched the necklace she now wore and cursed. It wasn't her fault that girl was murdered.

"The killer is going to kill whoever they want to kill. It's not like I could have stopped him or anything," she muttered. She pulled out her phone and texted Ian.

"Stop being such an ass. You're killing me."

After a few minutes passed without him responding, she cursed again. Was he with that annoying assistant, Holly? Lauren didn't understand why he was always talking to her. She wasn't that pretty and she had a crappy job. The next time she saw Holly, she was determined to pull her hair out and warn her not to get near Ian. Lauren closed her eyes until a light tapping on the car window woke her up. She looked to her left but saw no one. She yawned and opened the door to get out. As she was getting out, she saw Holly carrying a to-go-cup from a local café. Ian was with her.

Lauren could feel her blood boiling at seeing the two of them together. She swept her hair out of her face and walked towards them.

"Well...don't you two look friendly," Lauren said through gritted teeth.

She could hear Ian sigh in annoyance, "Hey Lauren. Aren't you supposed to be filming a scene?"

"That's where I was going. Where did you two go?"

"I went to get Mr. McDaniels some tea," Holly said nervously. She quickly licked her lips and looked around.

Lauren smirked, "What's the matter Holly? You look guilty."

Holly's eyes shot up in surprise, "Guilty?"

"Lauren stop acting like this," Ian stepped in front of Holly. "She's got to deliver the tea to Vincent."

Lauren took another step forward and Ian looked at Holly, "Why don't you go ahead Holly. I'll see you around."

Holly gave another surprised look then glanced at Lauren who was staring daggers at her. She didn't acknowledge Ian's statement but walked away from the two stars as quickly as possible.

"What was that about?" Lauren asked, pointing at Holly's retreating back.

"What was what about?"

"I'll see you around," Lauren said in a mocking tone.

"Because I will see her around."

"Why?"

"Why what?" Ian asked.

"Why are you trying to make me jealous by hanging out with a nobody like her?"

"Lauren-"

"No Ian! I want to know! What gives? You've stopped seeing me ever since Luke died," Lauren pouted.

"He didn't die. He was murdered," Ian said in a low voice.

"Same difference. He's dead now."

"How can you be so insensitive Lauren?" Ian asked. "Don't you care about everything that's going on?"

"What's going on? A movie?"

"No that people are being killed!"

Lauren scoffed, "So what? People die every day Ian."

Ian placed his hands in his pockets and looked down. "So if I were to be murdered next it wouldn't be a big deal, right?"

"What are you talking about? Of course-"

"Well you just said people die every day Lauren." Ian shook his head in disgust. "I think these murders really put things into perspective for me."

"Lauren! Ian! What are you waiting for? We're all waiting on you!" One of the crew members was waving them forward.

Lauren looked at Ian and frowned, "We'll finish this later."

After they finished filming for the day, Lauren quickly changed out of wardrobe and texted Ian.

"Meet me in my room."

He didn't respond back but Lauren figured he would still meet her. After an hour of waiting in her hotel room with Ian still not showing up, she became upset and decided to visit a local club. She refused to call Ian to join her. She wore a blonde wig that she liked to use for those few times when she didn't want to be recognized.

Once she was at the club, she laughed at how many people there were. "I guess it's the only place to have fun at in this hick town," she muttered. The music was blasting around her and it wasn't long before a man asked her to dance. On the dance floor, she could barely move because it was so crowded. Bodies kept bumping into her. It was difficult to forget her problems because there were so many people next to her and she couldn't really dance.

She was about to call it a night, when another person bumped into her and she felt a prick on her behind.

"What the hell?" she turned to yell at whoever had pricked her but she saw that no one was paying any attention to her. Especially not someone standing next to her with a needle. She pushed her way off the dance floor, feeling woozy.

"Are you okay?" a stranger asked her as she stumbled towards the club's exit.

Lauren shook her head, "I'm fine. Thanks."

She walked another step forward and took a deep breath. The man next to her led her outside and told her to wait by the bouncer while he called her a cab. Lauren nodded. Once he walked away from her, she took a few steps towards the parking lot. The bouncers weren't paying any attention to her.. She didn't want to be discovered at the club. They all had strict orders not to leave their hotel rooms because of the murders. Lauren quickly opened her car door and got inside. She leaned back into her seat and closed her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

"I poisoned you," a voice whispered from the backseat.

Lauren's eyes wanted to open from surprise but they wouldn't. She could feel her heart beating faster as she lost control of her strength. She was panicking, "Who ar eyou?"

Instead of getting an answer, she felt another prick. This time it was in her neck and then she felt nothing.

Police Headquarters

"I'd like the fingerprints on the knife scanned in our database. I know it's a weird request but do it anyway," Special Agent Sally Roux sighed as she hung up her phone.

"Why did you just order that done?" her partner, Donald Ferguson, asked.

"Because I want to know who I killed."

Donald gave her a confused look, "Didn't you kill David Wilson, the Demon King?"

"That's what I thought," Sally groaned, "But now I'm not so sure."

"You're not sure you killed the Demon King? Then who else did you kill?"

Sally shook her head, "I have a feeling that this case isn't going to be as easy as we all think it is."

She submitted the coffee mug that Eva gave her to be tested for DNA but that wouldn't come back right away.

In the meantime, Sally wanted to find out the truth. She had been going through the files Eva had given her on Chad Harris but hadn't learned anything new apart from what she and Eva had already discussed.

That's when she came up with a brilliant idea. She would have the weapons that the Demon King had used the night she thought she had killed him. The knife he used to kill his brother Tom was still cataloged in the evidence room. If the fingerprints on the weapon matched David Wilson's, then she knew she killed the right man. She wouldn't have to wait too long on the fingerprints. Soon enough she'd find out the truth.

A few hours later she was given an envelope with the results. She gasped as she read the findings. The fingerprints on the knife didn't match David Wilson's. A million questions ran through Sally's head. Who was the man that she killed? Who was the Demon King? Was it Christopher? Was it Chad? Aside from these questions, another thought came to mind. Eva was right. She didn't kill David Wilson.