Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place or Bayonetta. If I did, David Henrie would be naked a lot while Bayonetta would have a better storyline. It was good (the key ideas and concepts were amazing), but it could've been so much better (the little details were lacking).

Love and Dark Magic

Police were all over Waverly Place. Inside the Sub Station and in the Russo residence, cops were scouring every inch of the crime scene. Police were interviewing each member of the Russo family, although the only person who had any kind of information was Justin and he had to lie to protect Max and himself.

"So, you two ate around 8 and were up playing games until 2 in the morning," the head detective repeated.

"Exactly," Justin replied, a little annoyed. The cop handling this interrogation (he called it an interview) had been questioning him like he did something to Max. Well, he did do things to Max, but nothing that Max didn't want or ask for! He would never intentionally hurt Max (the kind of pain that Max didn't beg for), but he was thinking about doing some damage to this idiotic excuse for a lawman.

"Listen," Justin interjected, cutting off the cop's attempt to repeat his story, "You have a job to do: find Max. Interrogating me like I did it isn't finding him. I love Max and would never do anything like this to him. So, why don't you stop acting like a dumbass and go do your job?"

The cop was not accustomed to a teenager acting like this toward him. Most were just stupidly disrespectful or scared shitless, never cool, calm, and smart while being disrespectful. The cop huffed and stalked off. Justin was not accustomed to acting like that.

Well, well, well. Look who's got on his big boy britches, a familiar female English accent spoke.

"Bayonetta, we'll talk later."

Yes, we will.

Justin was getting impatient. The cops were just a hindrance. Justin could easily have figured out what happened to Max, but before he could, Alex and his parents walked in and flipped. Now, Theresa was crying and wouldn't leave Max's room, Jerry was in the Sub Station dealing with the police in a manner that was not conducive to finding Max, and Alex had shut down. She was curled in the fetal position on her bed with the strangest look in her eyes.

30 minutes passed and the last of the policemen left, with the customary "Don't worry. We'll find your son." That put Theresa into a fresh wave of hysterics, sending her running for her room, Jerry hot on her heels, and Alex shuffled off to her room, dead to the world. Justin was fed up with their lack of focus and inaction.

Charming family you've got here. Do they all act like bumbling morons.

"Shut up, Bayonetta."

"My, my, my, aren't we testy? Is it from sexual frustration?" Bayonetta replied teasingly, coming back into this plane of existence.

"I don't have time for this. Move, so I can try to find out what happened. These useless pigs won't find Max." Justin was irate. He retrieved his wand, muttered a few words, and the world turned blue. He was using a time-reversing spell: he couldn't do anything in the past, but he could watch to see what happened to his beloved.

Suddenly, there was Max. He was smiling that cute little smile Justin loved so much. He was in the kitchen, about to make breakfast. Justin had to smile. He loved it when Max cooked breakfast for him. Justin guessed that since it was their anniversary, Max decided to get up early and make breakfast for them.

Then, Max looked up and yelled…at nothing. There was no one there. At least, no one Justin could see. But Max was angry; he seemed to be yelling at an intruder. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear Max, which meant that the sound-proof spell that the attacker used was strong enough to block out the sound from time and space itself.

Then, Max picked up a knife to defend himself, but flew across the room. Max collided with a wall heavily and slumped to the floor. Max was dragged up by his collar against the wall. Max, apparently playing possum, jacked the jaw of his attacker because blood came out of nowhere. Justin felt proud that his cute little Max had this kind of fight in him. However, his smile turned to dread when Max doubled over from a supposed blow to his midsection, which caused him to cough up blood, and his face met the floor with some force. Justin guessed that a second attacker had gotten the better of Max, and knocked him out.

Then, they disappeared. Just like that. And, just as quickly, the spell ended.

"Well, that was a complete waste of time," Bayonetta said.

"You saw that?" Justin inquired, baffled. Unless you explicitly invited someone, another person couldn't go back in time with the caster of the time-reversal spell.

"Yes. I simply piggybacked off of your spell, dear," Bayonetta replied. She moved to the couch, sat down, kicked up her feet, popped out a strawberry lollipop and started to suck on it. "But, the how of it all doesn't matter compared to the whom. Who took your precious Max and who took Jeanne?"

"John? Is that your husband or something?"

"No, my little White Rabbit. Jeanne is a woman. J-E-A-N-N-E. She is my best friend in the world. My Umbra sister. I will find her."

"Well, if you help me to find Max, then I'll help you find Jeanne. That's a promise."

"Well, thank you, Bunny. I appreciate the sentiment. However, in order to find them, we're going to have to go out and search for some clues. Beat down some snitches. Kill whoever stands in our way. That sort of thing," Bayonetta replied smoothly.

"Whoa, why so violent?" Justin asked, surprised at this turn of events.

"Bunny, look at the facts. There is someone with enough power to steal Jeanne. They took her with ease and she is almost as strong as I am. This person has enough power to block themselves and any sound they make from any dimension at any given time. Other magical beings have been abducted, as well. Now, obviously, someone has got something evil intents for collecting magical beings and we need to figure out who that might be and stop them permanently. Letting that kind of person live is just asking for trouble. Not to mention, violence is the best way to get the information we are going to need. Is that a problem? If it is, then stay home because you will only get in my way." She cocked a gun at Justin. "If you do get in my way, then I'll, how do the Americans put it? Bust a cap in yo ass." She spun the gun in her hand and put it back in its resting place (on her back).

Justin gulped. This woman is psycho! But, he couldn't argue with her. He'd go to the same lengths to get back Max. So, he had no choice, but to say,

"I understand. I'll come and I won't be a hindrance."

"Good boy," Bayonetta smirked. She got up, which Justin thought was a miracle in that black catsuit and her heels with guns attached. "Now, we need to go to The Gates of Hell."

Justin paled. This was going to be a rough journey.