Sacrifice (#1 Twin's Service series) UNEDITED

Chapter 28

(Jared's POV)

Sloane and I have had to do something like this before but never on such a large crowd. Our link opened up as we stepped out of the house to confront the growing crowd of people who were in multiple states of shock and horror. It seemed some weren't entirely convinced that they'd seen what they thought they saw. They probably thought we were filming some Zombie movie or TV show, especially with how many have been released lately. Which will make our task easier to accomplish.

I'm not sure how well this will work or whether or not my magic will run out of control.. so we should have Cece call Auntie B to let her know what's happened while we attempt this. Sloane spoke to me through our link.

Instead of responding I handed Celise my phone and whispered in her ear about our plan. She blushed as my lips brushed one of her earings before walking back inside the disaster zone.

Isbal had been suspiciously scarce as soon as the humans begun to show up. Lot of good he did us. I'm almost positive he could've done what we were about to attempt to do and it would've been as easy as snapping his fingers.

You ready? I asked Sloane as she shifted a bit restlessly. It didn't help that we were both covered in ours and Zombie blood. We made for a rather terrifying image. Not to mention that Sloane's hair was made into a rat's nest with some silken strands looking to be holding on merely from being knotted with other strands. Let's not even mention the arm that Isbal made a mess of. It was still slowly healing and pushing his poison out.

If the humans had been on the edge about whether they believed something Supernatural had been happening or just Hollywo*d effects, I'm sure my sister just tipped the scales with her appearance alone.

Let's get this over with and hope we don't die from ourselves after surviving a Zombie infestation. Her tone sounded amused but worried.

The magic between us begun to circulate and lightning actually begun to form in my hair as it changed from dark brown to a black and silver. I'd bet my eyes had changed to my wolf's eyes as well. When I glanced at Sloane, I realized her eyes had turned black except for the glowing green in the middle. Her hair in all it's horrorfest also begun to lift from the ammount of power pouring out of her body.

Not to mention her tattoos begun to glow with a beautiful light, almost like the stained glass you see inside of churches.

We both brought our attention back to the crowd of gawkers who seemed transfixed with our changes.

"For those who have seen into our Realm, bring peace and solace to their mind. Take back and erase those thoughts, emotions and memories that you find." It wasn't an actual spell that we recited in Hebrew but kind of similar to a wish to our God. This was also a type of magic. At first it seemed as though our magic had built up but found no release but suddenly our arms begun to bleed excessively and we watched as our blood formed the words we'd just said.

The magic of our words begun to enlarge and flung itself at the large crowd. They had no time react before it wrapped them inside its clutches.

We watched as the crowd's eyes begun to dull and finally they stood as though unseeing. Suddenly, someone in the back begun to turn and leave. The rest soon followed until finally we were standing in our broken yard by ourselves.

Our blood dripped onto our frontyard, making the only sound under the overcast afternoon sun. This silence was broken by Celise walking up behind us.

"I called. Apparently Cane had already called the Coven's about the dead bodies reanimating and they'd gathered all the Covens to perform a City wide 'mind sweep'. It should be finished in 15 minutes, they said."

I wasn't concerned about someone leaking out information during that time because who'd believe it without evidence. Sadly for them, all their evidence was in a puddle in our living room.

"Sloane, can you call the cleaners and see if they have any way to get rid of melted Zombie?"

By Cleaners I was refferring to the Supernatural cleaners. They were Brownies who were usually really good at their jobs and only required pastries as payment. If you gave them bad pastries though you'd be worse off than before they had arrived.

"I'm almost fucking positive that even the Brownies are going to have a shit fit about that mess in there. I doubt anyone has melted almost 30 shambling dead into their carpet."

She had me there. It was better to ask though.

"While we're waiting on them fixing our place or maybe tearing the floor out, whichever, we can go stay at Cane's cabin. I've been staying there the past couple nights."

"Oh? So that's where you've been holed up? Well, we don't have anywhere else at this point and honestly I don't find Auntie B's place that appealing."

"You guys could stay at my apartment," Celise offered from the front door.

"No offense Cece but you live in a studio apartment. There's nowhere to sleep aside from your bed. Unless you're offering to share with the both of us? Didn't know you liked it like that."

Sloane's voice was rather ambigious and my wolf couldn't help growling at her.

She held her hands in a placating manner when she noticed me acting possessive. At the thought of me being possessive of Celise I instantly cut off the noise I was making before glancing towards the door. Celise seemed shocked at my threatening growl tossed at Sloane but I chose to ignore the questions in her eyes.

After waiting for about ten more minutes and confirming our 'appointment' with the brownies, the entire city flooded with a strong spell. All the Supernatural's in the City would definitely feel this magic. It was a magic that rooted out the desired information and cut it out of a person's body. Similar to surgery except with magic.

No sooner had it flooded the entire City, it then seemed to melt away. Now that that was taken care of, I told both the women to pack their stuff so we could go to Cane's.

"I wonder what Cane's going to say about us freeloading at the Pack House," Sloane mumbled gleefully as she threw her stuff into the trunk of my car.

"I'm sure he'll be okay with it," I responded as I held the door for Celise and then got into the driver's seat, "I'm more worried about how he'll react to Isbal."

The guy in question was actually silent for once and at some point had cleaned himself of Zombie. At the moment he was actually nestled into Sloane's boobs with a content look on his face. Did my sister not realize this guy was taking advantage of her? He was clearly not some little play toy but a very old God and Sloane seemed to treat him as a child.

"Mm? Why would he care about Isbal," Sloane asked with all seriousness.

I didn't even know how to respond to her sometimes. Celise couldn't help a burst of laughter. We'd begun driving towards the Werewolve's den as I started to think about everything that needed to be taken care of today. Starting off with Zombie's hadn't been on my list of things to do today.

Some days.. actually most days ... were just an unpredictable pain in the ass, as my lovely twin would say.  

A/N: Sorry, I feel this chapter is a bit short. Maybe it's not though... I can't be sure. I've got a major migraine though. I hope it didn't effect the writing or story line much. Hope you've enjoyed this chapter. :)