Should I tell them why he's really after me…? They'd find me disgusting. They'd abandon me, and leave me out there like a sitting duck for him to come and get me…

Should I tell them that I'm pregnant? Will they even let me go? Maybe Turk is right; maybe I really shouldn't go…

"So many questions." the Janitor breathed, his electric blue stare shifting to the sky, "As a shifter, I can sense these kinds of things… there is uncertainty, fear and questions in the air. I can feel them."

"No shit Josephine." Perry bit out, "Is it a yes or a no? Will you help us?"

There was a silence.

"Yes. I will." There was a finality in the Janitor's voice that was almost unnerving. He felt it too, the tug of destiny… even if it did sound incredibly corny. He was agreeing for personal reasons of his own, as well. He had a score to settle.

The relief in Perry's tone was audible, "It's about damn time!" He paused, then sighed, running a hand through his curly red locks, "Well, then, you should follow me back to the apartment…"

"JD? Do you want something to drink?" Elliot asked, walking into the Espinosa-Turks' kitchen.

The demon's answer was bland and lifeless, "Yes, please."

Elliot blinked and hesitated to open the refrigerator door. She glanced back at him, frowning. He was facing away from her, fixed on the TV. She realized what he was watching; the news. God, who left it on that channel?

Oh frick, she had. The anchorman's voice blared irritatingly from the screen:

"It's an epidemic, Jim! No one knows what's causing all these deaths. The religious nutjobs-- er, I mean, the devoted religious people all claim it to be the work of the Devil. No one is taking them seriously. I mean, who would, Jim?"

A pompous chuckle, "Certainly not me, Tom! But one thing's for sure, this is no natural epidemic. All of these deaths are someone's fault, and whoever's fault it is must and will be put to justice-- there are rumors that the government is seriously considering the death penalty for this person!"

Elliot winced. "Oh, JD…" please don't think all this is your fault… Against all odds, she hoped he would hear her silent plea, as she could barely form any words except for the ones she had just uttered.

JD was unnaturally silent. Elliot wasn't even sure if he was breathing.

"Bambi, don't believe a word they say!" Elliot jumped. Carla and Turk were standing in the doorway, watching JD with worried expressions. "They don't know what's really going on!"

"Yeah, man. Chillax." Turk added, walking over and sitting down next to JD. "I know it must seem like your fault, but--"

"It is my fault." JD cut him off, still not breaking his unblinking stare at the television screen. It was frightening, the certainty he felt of his words. "I escaped. I triggered all this."

"Bambi, this has been going on since before you even met us--"

"It's still my fault."

"How?" There was a spark of anger in Carla's exasperated rasp at being interrupted.

"I had escaped long before I met you guys." JD's eyes no longer held their light. "You just summoned me into the human world. I couldn't go on with the things Lucifer did to-- the things Lucifer made me do." Elliot found it strange that he chose that particular sentence to reword, but didn't comment. "It hurt. It hurt."

Carla squeezed his shoulder comfortingly, "What hurt, honey?" her dark eyes were gentle.

JD's answer was hesitant, "When he made me kill innocent people…"

Carla studied him, and Turk gave his friend a weird look for two reasons: one, did JD really think they cared? They knew he was good. And two: there was something odd about the way he was acting. Something different… something Carla had only seen in one particular kind of patient at Sacred Heart. "Bambi, you're not telling us something."

"I'm telling you the truth."

Carla squeezed his shoulder a little harder, "There's more, I know it." She remembered just a few days before, giving her opinion to a doctor about a young girl, only sixteen-years-old. Doctor, this girl is showing obvious signs of rape…

"Oh, who are you to talk?!" JD blurted, a note of possible hysterics in his loud outburst, "You're not telling us everything either! I've kept quiet, but I'm a demon, damn it! A filthy, stupid, tainted demon…!" He shuddered, especially at the word tainted, "I-I know when someone is pregnant!"

Elliot squawked, "What?! C-Carla, you can't go when you're pre--"

Two loud knocks sounded at the door. "That must be Cox." Turk said breathlessly, anxious to get away from the chaos in his living room for a few seconds as he made his way to the door.

The hair on JD's neck stood on end, "Wait! Don't open the--!"

It was too late. Turk swung it open and froze. It wasn't Cox. It wasn't the Janitor either. A feeling of pure malevolence entered all their senses.

A voice, dark and smooth, drawled, "It seems I finally found you, Jonathon…"

JD's blood ran cold.

A/N: JESUS CHRIST ON A CRUTCH, Mysteria, Lindseypaw, and Girlprincess1! Thank you all so much for the reviews! May I ask for more? xD I realize this chapter was kind of short, but I felt I had to update, and hopefully it was interesting enough for you all to not give up on me.