Back home in Dimmsdale, the couple made sure to inform their contacts that they were on a much needed vacation, and not to contact them at all. They had gotten home to their apartment and collapsed onto the couch. It had been almost a month since they had been home, and they were exhausted. Following a good night's sleep in their own bed, the two got up early and made their way to the cemetery. The two held hands as they grieved for their fallen friends. Both had a sense that if they knew then what they know now, that they could have saved all of their lives.

The worst feeling they had was for poor Trixie, who had been Veronica's first victim. She had just begun to embrace her true self, and had extended the olive branch to both hunters, especially to Timmy. She had made it clear that she wanted to be their friend, but it was not to be, because of Veronica rising from the dead first to possess her body.

What they hadn't realized was that there had been omens all around the city over the past week before their return. Dry lightning, barometric and temperature fluctuations, animal deaths at the zoo. They all pointed to one thing, but the couple hadn't heard about it.

Tootie squeezed the love of her life's hand, knowing how hard it was on him. He was torn up about not being able to save his best friend, but the fact that he and AJ survived the onslaught to rescue her, combined with the souls of Veronica's victims dragging her kicking and screaming to her just reward: eternal damnation had been enough for Tootie.

The wind blew through the trees, and it was almost as if the couple could hear the whispered thanks of their friends in the breeze. They rejoiced that their friends had passed on to a better place and were at rest, no matter how violent their deaths had been. The couple placed flowers on the headstones, shed a couple of tears, and then bid their friends goodbye for another year. They were on their way to visit someone else that day.

They reached the apartment they were looking for and knocked on the door, unsure if the occupant was even home. After about ten minutes, they were about to leave, when they heard the door unlock and open. There in the doorway stood a half nude Vicky, with a dark haired man behind her.

"What the Hell do you…" she began to scream, until she saw who was on her doorstep. "Tootie! Timmy! Welcome home you two, it's been what…a month now?"

"Close enough big sister, been fighting those big bad bumps in the night." Tootie replied, giving her sister a big hug. Timmy said nothing, but kept giving his former babysitter/arch nemesis weird looks. She finally figured out why, and blushed a deep red, covering up.

"Oh God, come on in you guys and make yourself at home. I, uh…need to get changed, but there's soda in the fridge and stuff for sandwiches if you're hungry." she said quickly. She and the brunette man raced to the bedroom, leaving Tootie giggling and Timmy groaning. That was more of Vicky then he ever wanted to see.

Five minutes later, Vicky and her beau emerged, fully clothed and plopped down on the sofa opposite from her sister and Timmy. Vicky hadn't gotten much time to spend with them the last time they were in town. She was always fascinated with their stories of the occult they encountered on a daily basis out on the road.

Both Vicky and Tootie were ecstatic that they had repaired their fractured relationship. It took a little time with Tootie, and even longer with Timmy. However, once the two trusted her, the sisters were inseparable, and even her and Timmy weren't as uncomfortable around each other. The hardest part for Vicky was the psychotherapy to get over the traumas of her childhood that had led to the most unflattering nickname of 'Icky Vicky'. She had personally rejoiced when her sister and ex-arch nemesis began dating. She could see that those two were meant for each other, just in the fact that they were stronger together then apart.

The two couples talked for a few hours, before Tim and Tootie excused themselves to attend dinner with her and Vicky's parents. After Veronica's rampage, Timmy's parents basically abandoned him, leaving him the house, but not much else. Her parents were gracious enough to take him in, as he had rented out his house to earn some money. Though they treated him like blood, both McDonald parents were overjoyed that their youngest daughter found and began dating the love of her life.

Meanwhile, Vicky had decided to take a walk after making love to her boyfriend. She was just lighting up a cigarette when thick, billowing black smoke surrounded her. She was flailing her arms trying to fight it off, but the fight was in vain. It stuffed itself down her throat, taking hold of her body and mind. Even as it was taking control, she tried to fight, but it would not be denied.

She turned around, a sinister smile on her face and her eyes turning pure black. She headed back towards her apartment, and a shocked boyfriend who could do nothing but quake in terror. He knew from Tim and Tootie's stories what had happened, but he didn't know how to help. She destroyed his cell phone so he couldn't call them. She disappeared, then reemerged wearing leather pants and a tight fitting green tank top, then headed out the door to God knows where to do God knows what without a word to him.

The dinner was delicious, and the couple told stories of their most recent hunts, much to the delight and chagrin of Victor and Danielle. The loved hearing of the evil the two hunters eliminated, but were horrified at the tale of her getting infected and attacking her boyfriend. Both knew that the job could get nasty, but that was the worst they had heard so far. They worried, but as long as they got word every now and then, they were happy.

The night ended, and the couple peeled off for their apartment. They were unaware of what had happened with Vicky. After stripping down to their pajamas, they crawled into bed, kissed, and turned out the light. In their own bed once more, they slept peacefully for the first time in nearly a month. Their apartment was protected from anything and everything, so they could finally relax and be a happy couple.

The next morning dawned bright and clear, and the two began a difficult, yet necessary task: laundry. They hadn't had a chance to do it before they left Loretta's on account of the shape shifter, so they had four bulging sacks full of their dirty clothes. Once separated, the duo began washing, with Tootie hitting the internet looking for a case or omens. Timmy heard her gasp and walked over to see what the matter was. She could only look up and point at the screen.

"Aw, crap! How did we miss this?" he growled. The map on the screen showed omens all around and within the Dimmsdale metro area.

"I think we were a little preoccupied with getting home to our comfy bed to notice babe." she responded. Neither liked it, but what the map showed was that they were on a likely collision course with a demon.

"Omens aren't that bad, so it's probably a low level bitch. Question is: who's it got?" he quipped as the dryer went off. He went over to take care of it as she did further research.

"Hey, take a look at this honey." she called after finding something else. He leaned over her shoulder and kissed her neck before glancing at the screen.

"The omens seem to be heavily concentrated over the area near Vicky's place around midnight last night." she said between sensual giggles. "Neighbors also claimed that a cloud of thick, black smoke was seen swirling around a young woman in her mid to late twenties." she continued, pushing him off. "My guess is that this demon found a customer last night, and is more then likely gunning for us." she finished.

All Timmy could do was grunt in frustration. She knew the feeling, no matter what they did; the job seemed to follow them. She was upset that a demon would be ballsy enough to attack in their hometown, with her family on the line. They finished up, and went back to their apartment.

The demon possessed Vicky was just leaving their home when the couple arrived at the door. Surprised, it was all the demon could do not to revel itself then and there. As much as it went against her nature, she had to play nice so to throw them off her trail until the time was right to strike.

"Uh, hey guys…what's up today?" the demon asked.

"Just doing some laundry sis. Not to be rude, but what are you doing here? I thought you and your boyfriend had plans today." Tootie replied, stunned to see her sister here at this time of the day.

"I just wanted to…see my sister is all. Is that such a crime? You had a tough trip and you deserve to relax a little." Demon Vicky said. Timmy wasn't buying it for a second. Sure, Vicky had turned things around since the old days, but she was never this nice. He eyed her with suspicion as the sisters continued to chat. Vicky stayed for around an hour before heading back to her place.

"I don't like it babe." he said once she was out the door.

"Why not Tim? I find it kind of refreshing that she's being so nice to us." she replied, head cocked and hands on hips. Her eyes followed him as he went to the front door and inspected the handle. He ran his fingers over the metal, and brought it up to his face.

"Refreshing huh? What do you make of this?" he called, holding his finger up for her to inspect. There was a yellowish substance on it, and upon first glance her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.

"Sulfur, damn it!" she growled. The sulfuric residue was a sure sigh of demonic possession, and this time it was inside her own sister. It was up to them to rescue her, because both knew what happened to a possessed human. The demon inside messes them up so bad that the survival rate following an exorcism was almost non-existent depending on the length of the possession. They had to act fast to save her, because as they were fond of saying: the victim is usually 'rode hard and put up wet'.

Demon Vicky walked along, enraged that she couldn't get the couple right then and there. Her mission was simple: destroy them at all costs. The higher-ups in the Pit wanted them dead in the worst way. So many of her kind had managed to get topside, only to get shoved back, thanks to those two.

I'm going to be famous. The demon thought. Me, the one who took down the mighty Tim Turner and Tiffany McDonald. That'll screw that human bitch real good…do something she couldn't before she got sent to us.

The couple raced around their house, painting Devil's Traps on the floor and the Key of Solomon on the ceiling. They made sure that one Trap was visible, to lull the demon into a false sense of security. This wasn't their first go-around with the minions of Hell, but this was by far the most personal.

Hours later, the couple had everything set, but they didn't know how to get her back over to their apartment. There were ready for anything the demon could throw at them, that was until Vicky showed up on their doorstep unannounced. They were startled, but they let her in. She scanned the room, then entered. Before she got to the middle of the room, they decided to spring the trap.

"Christo!" Timmy said calmly. Vicky flinched, and her eyes turned demonic black. Unbeknownst to the demon, Tootie had salted the windows, then the door when she entered. This only caused the demon to smirk, before telepathically throwing her vessel's sister into the wall behind her. Instead of sinking to the floor, she stuck like she was magnetized. Then the demon did the same to Timmy, only she flung him deep into the kitchen.

She began stalking up to her target on the wall, but stopped when she saw the corner of the Trap. She smirked and touched a corner of the trap, vaporizing the section and breaking it. This allowed her to grab the young huntress by the throat and get eye to eye with her.

"Nice try, but did you honestly think I would walk blindly into one of your little traps?" the demon spat, spittle landing all over Tootie's face.

"Actually, yeah we did bitch." Timmy growled from the doorway. He was holding his ribs, but was also smirking as he looked up at the ceiling. The demon followed his eyes, and nearly exploded when she saw the Key of Solomon directly above her. She knew full well that she was trapped.

Tootie had slid down to the floor when the demon's concentration had broken. They quickly forced her into a chair and bound her with salt coated rope. Vicky's body thrashed around, while Tootie went to grab their journal. Timmy pulled out a silver flask with a cross etched into the surface and splashed the contents onto the body, causing intense pain to the demon inside.

"That's holy water you demonic bitch! Be thankful we didn't bust out the Palo Santo and stake your sorry ass into the floor!"

"Timmy, no staking! Remember, cause as little damage to the body as we can!" Tootie yelled, carrying the book under her arm.

Timmy looked over his shoulder and nodded, he wasn't really going to break out the Peruvian holy wood, but it was an effective threat. He turned back and poured a little of the water onto Vicky's head, causing the demon to screech and grimace in agony.

"You stupid bastard! You think sending me back will stop what's to come? You two are marked for death by a much higher power then me!" she raged.

Timmy gave a backhanded slap and more holy water in response, as Tootie flipped through the pages looking for the exorcism. He trusted her with that, because she was proficient with foreign languages, and her Latin was flawless. He knew the whole Rituale Romanum by heart; the problem was that he tended to mispronounce if he went too fast.

"Exorcizo te, immundissime spiritus, ominis incursio adversarii, omne phantasma ominis legio, in nomine Domini nostri Jesu Christi eradicare et effugare ab hoc plasmate Dei." Tootie began. The demon shook and shivered and thrashed about.

"Who's the higher power after us?" he yelled. The demon remained silent, save for the anguished grunts and groans from hearing the sacred words. Frustrated, he threw more holy water on her, causing her body to steam and sizzle before he nodded to his girlfriend to continue.

"Ipse tibi imperat, qui te de supernis caelorum in inferiora terrae demergi pracepit. Ipse tibi imperat qui mari, ventis, et tempestatibus impersvit."

"Audi ergo, et time, satana, inimical fidei, hostis generis humani, mortis adductor, vitae raptor, justitiae declinator, malorum radix, fomes vitiorum, seductor hominum, proditor gentium, incitator invidiae, origo avaritiae, causa discordia, excitatory dolorum: quid stas, et resistis, cum scias."

The demon screamed in pain, almost feeling the hellfire on her tainted soul. She thrashed around and cried out as Tootie's smooth pace continued punching her ticket back to damnation.

"Wait!" it screamed. Tootie stopped and Timmy grabbed her by the shoulders. "She's not a full on demon yet, but within decades she will be, the she will have her revenge on you two!"

"So what, she's going to wait until we're old and gray to get us?" he asked confused at what was going on.

"No you moron. Time passes differently in the Pit then it does up here. One month Earth time is ten years down there." she began, then she smirked. "By the time you two have kids, she will be ready to unleash the most unholy of hells on you, and trust me…I don't envy you." she finished, sitting back in the chair as if relaxing.

The couple took in this information, unsure of who would want that kind of revenge. Finally, he nodded to Tootie to finish it and save her sister.

"Stop, I gave you what you wanted! I thought we had a deal!"

"We never said any such thing bitch. Get ready to head back Downstairs!"

"Christum Dominum vias tuas perdere? Illum metue, qui in Isaac immolatus est, in Joseph denudates, in sgno occisus, in homine crucifixus, deinde inferni triumphant or fuit. Sequentes cruces fiant in fronte obsessi."

"I hope she rips your God Damn faces off! I pray to Lucifer that you both get sent downstairs, because we have very special treats lined up for you!" the demon screamed. They ignored her, Tootie continuing her speech.

"Recede ergo in nomine Patris et Filii, et Spiritus Sancto, per hoc signum sancta Cruci Jesu Christi Domini nostri: Qui cum Patre et eodem Spiritu Sancto vivit et regnant Deus. Per omina saecylorum! Amen!"

With a final scream, Vicky's head flung back and the black smoke poured out of her mouth and disappeared into the Key. Once it was gone, her head flopped forward for a few seconds before she regained consciousness. She looked around quickly, before her eyes fell onto her sister and her boyfriend.

"Ughh, what happened? Why am I wet? Was I…was I possessed?" she asked weakly.

"Yeah sis, you were. Some demon bitch wanted to warn us about another of Hell's bitches coming for our heads. Typical stuff for us really." Tootie replied with a gentle smile.

Vicky smiled back, then felt the pain from the smack Timmy had given her body. With a crooked smile, she regarded the young man. "Guess you finally got payback huh Twerp?"

He grinned at the now endearing nickname she had for him. "Nah, I forgave you long ago. The demon just pissed me off a little bit is all."

They untied the former babysitter and she wrapped them both in a tight hug. She had only heard stories of a demonic possession. Now that she had experienced it, she knew why they did what they did. It fueled her to want to become a hunter herself, and she told them as much.

"It won't be easy, but I think you would make a terrific hunter sis."

"Yeah, all she would have to do is glare at any demon to scare them back to Hell." Timmy interjected.

The three laughed, and Vicky headed for the door. She had to explain a lot of things to her boyfriend, especially the handprint on her cheek. Once the door closed, the couple headed for a much deserved rest. They didn't know what was to come, but as long as they had each other…they knew they could survive anything.

A/N: Read and review please. So, that was the first demon encounter (but I promise not the last!) and the couple got through it with flying colors. Up next, yet another Monster of the Week, and a very important moment in both Tim and Tootie's lives. Big time thanks to you the reader, for your support keeps me writing.