Everything about this whole entire situation was weird. There was nothing normal about the two crazy people that had came into his office, hit him in the head with a bat, locked him up with spiky hand cuffs, stabbed him in shoulder while trying to spill his life blood, whatever that was, and had then proceeded to bit his neck! Everything about it was way too bizarre and Shawn's mind was having a hard time dealing with it at the moment. Especially the whole, guy sitting on top of him and attempting to drain him of all blood thing. Shawn squirmed a little feeling very uncomfortable.

"Get...off..." he mumbled dizzily. Blood loss does that to a person. Dmitry straightened up and looked down at Shawn a thin line of blood dripping from his mouth. Shawn glared at it.

"Dude." He slurred, "That disgusting." Dmitry glared at him and back handed him across the face.

"Get me another knife, Willow. I will cut its tongue out so you do not have to listen to it talk while you are eating." Willow turned around, no doubt about go and grab another knife, when suddenly the front door was kicked in and a loud voice, that Shawn would recognize anywhere, screamed,

"SBP- Sweet mother justice!" Lassiter gasped taking in the scene around him.

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"Are you sure about this?" Lassiter snapped angrily. About an hour ago Gus had called him in a frantic tizzy, rambling on about Shawn leavening the door open and an eight inch knife and a weird noise and some other nonsense. After Lassiter had shoved the phone at Juliet and told her to deal with the frantic person on the other end they had found out that Shawn had left the door to the psych office, both unlocked and open during the night. According to Gus, there was now someone with a knife holding Shawn hostage. Probably. They had then decided to meet at the Psych office and check things out, much to the charging of Lassiter who had been planning on spending the next few hours at the shooting range. Pulling up next to Gus's blue echo Lassiter turned off the car's ignition and opened the door of his precious crown Victorian. Gus ran up to the detective.

"The doors locked and there's lights on inside!" He gasped pointing at the door and jumping up and down. Lassiter rolled his eyes.

"Well, don't you have a key?" Lassiter asked putting his hands on his hips angrily. Juliet walked around the car calmly. Gus would have pulled his hair out in frustration if he had any. Didn't they know that there was a psycho in the psych office with his pseudo psychic friend? Gus nearly laughed at his own hysterical analogy but restrained himself.

"No I don't have a key; Shawn stole mine after he lost his." He snapped irritably. Juliet smiled at him softly.

"Gus, I'm sure he's fine. It's probably just Shawn-" A loud scream cut off the rest of her sentence. Gus recognized that scream. He had heard it many times over his long friendship with Shawn. For things as trivial as a paper cut to bigger things, like broken bones. Everyone exchanged horrified looks. And then suddenly Lassiter and Juliet went into cop mode.

"Stay here." Juliet instructed pulling out her gun at the same time as Lassiter. Lassie stalked forward and flattened himself up against the wall next to the door. He tried the handle once and found it was locked just as Gus had said. He turned to say something to Juliet and saw both her and Gus crouched under the big window with PSYCH printed on it, in big green bubbled letters.

"Guster..." Lassiter warned darkly. He didn't need a civilian getting in the way of a possible hostage situation.

"Carlton! No time!" Juliet whispered urgently. Some muffled sounds from inside prompted Lassiter to drop the subject, push away from the wall and kick the front door open.

"SPB-" He started to yell the customary warning, but the words died in his throat when he took in the sight around him. A man dressed in white was straddling Shawn; he was splattered in a thin layer of blood and glaring at Lassiter triumphantly. Shawn was lying on the ground, his arms pinned to the carpet with two huge knifes. Two pools where collecting under his hands and another huge blood stain was spreading over his shoulder. There was blood dripping down his face and two little puncture wounds on his neck. Looking up at the man sitting on top of Shawn, Lasssiter noticed the blood dripping from his mouth for the first time.

"Sweet mother Justice." He gasped watching the man smile, showing off a pair of bloodied fangs. Snapping out of his shocked daze Lassiter shook his head and focused all of his attention on the man. "Get off of him now!" The detective yelled. The man in white smiled widely and stood up ominously.

"Nothing can stop me now…" He whispered. "Not with the blood of this Psychic inside of me!" He looked up and lifted his hands; they dripped blood as he laughed loudly. "Willow! Come to me! I will change us and we will fly out of here. And these pathetic humans will not be able to stop us!" Lassiter saw movement out of the corner of his eye and watched as a women in dark clothing glided over to the man in white. He wrapped his arm around her waist and then stomped on Shawn's chest. Shawn coughed loudly in pain,

"Dude! He gasped taking little short breaths, "Was that fucking necessary?" Shawn closed his eyes tightly, hoping Lassie would shoot Dmitry in the shoulder. Shawn smiled internally at the thought. Ah, sweet justice.

"Put your hands above your head and get on the floor." Lassiter commanded again. The man ignored Lassiter and started chanting something. He yelled the last word and made a hissing noise. There was a few seconds of silence then the man opened his eyes and looked around in complete confusion.

"Why didn't we change into a cloud of black smoke and drift past these mere mortals?" The man asked himself sounding devastated. Shawn coughed weakly,

"Man, I hate it when that happens." He rasped shaking a little from blood loss, "Aaawkward." He added drawing out the A. The man glared down at him like he was going to bite Shawn's head off. He let go of Willows waist and started to reach for Shawn when Lassiter ran forward. Juliet, followed his queue and lunged forward as well. Before anyone in the room could even blink Lassiter had pinned the man in white to the ground and Juliet had taken care of the women. They were both taking care of the two criminals when Gus couldn't take it anymore and ran over to Shawn.

"Oh my god Shawn!" Gus gasped Bending down. The smell of his best friend's blood was making him gag but it was obvious that Shawn needed him at the moment. Shawn started hyperventilating. Lassiter and Juliet hauled the two people that had attacked Shawn to their feet and herded them to a police cruiser. The man in white was screaming his head off. Shouting all sorts of profanity at Shawn and at the detectives. Lassiter just shoved him out the door.

"Shawn!" You're such an idiot." Gus hissed unsure of what to do about the two kitchen knife protruding from his best friend's hands.

"How-How am I-I the idiot." Shawn coughed, shivering violently. Gus looked at the puncture marks in his friend's neck, the blood seeping from his shoulder and the bruise forming under the blood caked on his face. He shook his head.

"I tell you all the time!" Gus snapped his voice cracking, "Lock the door! None of this would have happened if you had just locked. The. Door." He sniffed loudly, holding back tears he knew Shawn would make fun of. Shawn looked away from Gus and rolled his eyes.

"Bite me." He mumbled, passing out.