Sacrifice (#1 Twin's Service series) UNEDITED

Chapter 20

After about the tenth time of slamming the little freak into a bloody wall, it decided to grumble its greviances under its breath. I'd finally found Dimitri's room and simply kicked the door open. It was a damn heavy door. Thankfully I didn't break a toe.

Still naked aside from the towel which had been stained with blood from the Restorative bath, I swept into the room. Dimitri had half slitted eyes which made me wonder if he was in the throes of passion or death sleep.. Maybe he just looked half drunk at home though.

Jared looked petrified and when I'd barged into the room his eyes caught on the squirming insect that had begun baraging all of us with his nonsensical curses. Cece had conveniently flung her phone into the air and somehow it landed on the exposed stomach of Dimitri. I'd probably scared the crap out of her again.

"Damn it!" Yupp. I'd scared her with that door kick.

"Dimitri, you've got an infestation in your Restorative bath."

"That thing didn't come out of the Restorative bath, Ast. He usually resides in the ShadowRealm."

His eyes had languidly swept open and assessed me and the sailor mouth. Well, the more volatile sailor mouth.

"I've got no fucking clue what you're trying to say!"

"Fucking wench! Release this Godly being!"

"You, shut the fuck up before I make you eat the wall again. Stupid shit bag."

"Oh, Hecate. We've got another one that's worse than Sloane."

Cece covered her mouth and giggled at Jared's complaint. Which gave them both an eye roll from me.

"Care to explain, Dimitri?"

"Your brother has told me you can see into the ShadowRealm?"

"Yes," I hedged, "What's that have to do with this piece of shit."

My sentence was emphasised with the red squirrel being made into a bobble head. Which he violently protested as he tried to claw my hand with his black talons for nails. Ignoring the fresh wounds, black ooze that came from the cuts, and then the itchiness from the healing; I proceeded to make it kiss the door.

Jared coughed from his seat on the couch he'd conveniently relaxed into.

"The ShadowRealm has often been called the halfway point between the God's Realm and ours. Where wandering souls are shepherded to become food for them. Much like a kitchen. That is Isbal," he slowly pointed at the dangling tomato in my hands, "And he happens to control the entire place."

I yanked Isbal towards my face. "Little shit, you actually run the ShadowRealm? Why are you on this side? Aren't you a Blood Demon?"

"Of all the fuckery! You pulled me into this damned dimension. Patooey, Patooey! Who's a damn Blood Demon? I'm a Shadow God. Fuck. Nasty Dirty Hybrid Slut."

While he continued his onslaught of curses I looked around and couldn't find anything aside for the gauze curtains. It'll work. They ripped easily from the ceiling and I proceeded to stuff it into the things mouth but since there was an excessive amount of material left, I just began wrapping it all around it. Isbal could've used magic but I quickly bit my lip before speaking an incantation for paralysis. Hmm. He looked like a dog chew toy now all wrapped in golden gauze. Oh well.

When I turned around Cece and Jared were staring at me as if I'd gone crazy and Dimitri gave the curtain a sort of forlorn look. I'd swear it was almost as if I'd just stolen his favorite blood straight from his mouth with a poop shovel.

"Anything else we should know about this guy? Maybe about how to shove his tiny ass back into that dimension?"

"He shouldn't have a physical body in this Dimension. I don't understand why he was made into flesh here," he gave me that look as if it was my fault.

I held my hands up, "Now now, don't go giving me that look. I've just come back from the dead, feasted on tortured souls, and soaked in bloody sharp bones. I'd like to emphasize on the coming back from the dead, tortured souls, bloody sharp bones part." My eyes sharpened as I glared at his face.

It would be so much easier if I could just accept having sex with him. Not like I didn't have sex with other Supernatural creatures but.. Dimitri was too much trouble.

"Perhaps unintentionally? There's many powers you have that haven't yet been tapped into."

"You mean that she's got more powers that she may lose control over?"

Jared was leaning forward in his seat while Cece looked worried at me. I just realized that she was in only a spaghetti strap tank top and pajama shorts with batman symbols interspersed. When she realized what I was looking at she also followed my line of sight, nearly dying on the spot probably. Jared picked up on it and simply took his shirt off to shove over her head.

How cute. Cece was blushing her pretty little head off. Dimitri simply ignored them. I ignored my half naked brother but mostly because Cece had already had clothes on when he offered her his shirt where as I was still standing in a towel butt ass naked. Rude.

Dimitri also picked up on this fact and began to steadily crawl towards me in a slinky manner. More pradatory than attractive. Scary Master Vampire. The room got too quiet as I watched him steadily get closer. When he was in front of me, he reached his hand out almost looking as if he was going to carress me or steal the towel. Then suddenly a baggy black t-shirt and black jean shorts in my size were hanging from that immaculate hand.

It took a moment to register what the hell I was looking at before I grabbed them out of his hand. There was a door on the other side of the room and I began walking towards it. Before entering, I could hear Jared and Dimitri begin talking to one another but decided to ignore them. It was just an all around shitty day for me. I wanted to go home, find out who the fuck was killing people, and stay away from Dimitri for a while. At least 2 weeks would be sufficient.

A/N: It's sort of short, this one. But that's because after this it's back to 'business' for them. Meaning detective work, fighting, and trying to get everyone to become cohesive. Probably just going to be an utter waste though. Everyone knows that the Supernatural Community would rather tear one another apart than actually work together.