Chapter 10

Greg rolled up his sock and his trouser cuff down almost immediately. Nobody in Scotland yard knew about his tattoo and he was certain that John didn't know about it either. Sherlock on the other hand might have known, the man knows almost every detail about everyone but he hadn't said anything.

"You know about demons and hunters," Sherlock or the man inside Sherlock's body had said before he turned to his angel friend. "Did you know he knew about hunters?"

"I knew he knew about demons," the angel answered. "He had come across them before."

"So you know all about witches and demons and werewolves?" Dean asked.

"Well I didn't know about werewolves until you brought it up," Greg said. "I wasn't sure about witches but when Ridgewood mentioned her cousin and becoming a demon well it did stir up some memories."

"When did you come across a demon before?" Dean asked as he leaned forward. He looked eager for the story and it was odd to see Sherlock actually look like he was interested in Greg's past.

"I was at university at the time," Greg said before he swallowed. "It has been a while."

London 1983

"I'm sick of drinking this yellow water," Greg said as he smashed the bottle against the side of the bin instantly shattering it. He had chugged down the third bottle and yet to feel any sign of being pissed.

"Hey now, Greg," Anthony said as he tried to pick up pieces from the broken bottle. "It's all I could afford at the moment."

"You know what the problem is?" Charley asked as he continued to lean against the tree. "Can't trust a ginger to get the good stuff."

"Sod off will ya giraffe?" Anthony asked. He was the second shortest of their group standing at only 1.80 meters while Charley was 1.95.

"This isn't getting us pissed," Greg said. "We need to buy some of the good stuff."

"I'm tired of beer," Charley said as he stood up. "I'm tired of having a piss up every weekend."

"We should do a pub crawl," Anthony said and nodded.

"Pub crawl?" Charley raised an eyebrow. "What has gotten in to ya head? You know you don't have any money, none of us do right now?"

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"I have some herbs back in me dorm," Charley said. "We could go spark up, rock out to some Sabbath."

"No," Greg said and closed his eyes. "We get caught we will be kicked out. Our futures down the crapper. My dad will beat the shit out of me."

"Don't be a bleeding pussy," Charley snapped.

"I have goals, mate," Greg said. "Having a bit of fun now and then that is good but if we get found out for doing something against the law…" He shook his head.

"Ah fuck. What about you Anthony?"

"Greg's got a point," Anthony said. "We could go chat up Elizabeth and Chrissy."

"Yech," Charley shook his head.

"I know Elizabeth is a bit spotty but what is wrong with Chrissy?" Greg asked.

"Virgin," Charley said and placed his hands behind his head. "Wouldn't know what to do with what I have."

"You mean besides cut it off?" Greg asked and earned a slap from Charley.

"Roger said he was talking with them earlier," Anthony said and he put his hands in his pockets. "Told me they were having Yvonne and Julia come over and they were going to bake biscuits."

"They are?" Greg looked up suddenly interested. Yvonne was one of the most beautiful birds at Uni and Julia had a beautiful body and a reputation as a slapper. Elizabeth and Chrissy were pretty decent but they were better known for their culinary skills. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"I tried," Anthony said as he glared at them. "Only words out of your mouth was beer, beer, and beer."

"Is that where Roger is?" Charley asked and clenched his fists. "That fucker has eaten all the biscuits by now."

"Probably not all he has eaten," Greg said as he took running towards Elizabeth's house.

"Roger you prat," Greg grumbled when he saw the car that Roger's father had loaned to him in the driveway of Elizabeth's. She still lived with her parents while attending uni and the last he heard they were on holiday.

Of course and just their luck they turned out to be wrong. Another car had pulled up along the side of the street, but it was not a car that any of them recognized.

"How many are invited?," Anthony asked as the three of them walked to the door.

The doors to the car opened and two men jumped out, both were fit and dirty and both were wielding shotguns.

"Christ," Charley gasped.

"Get in the house," Greg shouted as they ran inside. The second they were in they slammed the door shut and locked and bolted it.

"They'll go around he back," Anthony said.

"Warn Roger and the girls," Charley shouted.

"Roger," Greg called out as he ran toward the back door. "Elizabeth, Chris—" He stopped in his tracks when he came across the blood covered bodies of Chrissy and Julia lying in the middle of the floor. He tried to feel for a pulse on each of them and felt nothing before wiping the blood off on his trousers.

"What the bleeding fuck?" Charley asked.

Anthony opened his mouth, only to be cut off by the sound of sobbing and whimpering from the direction of the kitchen.

"Come on," Greg said as was about to take off towards the direction of the kitchen, only to be held back by Anthony. "Let go."

"Don't know what happened," Anthony said. "Can't just go baring in."

"Please don't," the voice belonged to Yvonne. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Yvonne," Charley said and ran towards the kitchen. Greg and Anthony followed behind.

Yvonne was in the middle of the kitchen. Her clothes had been removed and she was on her knees. She was bleeding from shallow cuts on her shoulders and forearms. Her face was puffy from crying and there was blood staining her golden locks.

Roger stood in front of her. His clothes had be splattered with blood and he held a blood stained knife. It was horrific looking at little Roger like that, covered in blood and a satisfied smile on his face. The smile alone sent a chill down Greg's spine.

"What the ever loving fuck?" Charley was the first to recover his voice. "What the hell are you doing, mate?"

"Having a bit of fun," Roger said in a cold manner. He stared back at his knife and ran his finger down the blade, collecting some of the blood on his finger tip "I like playing with women. I especially like seeing their insides." His smile grew. "I was wondering when you were going to show." He licked the blood off his finger.

Nobody said a word. The only thing Greg could hear was the sound of his own heart racing, the deep shallow breaths from Anthony and Yvonne sobbing. He watched in horror and revulsion as Roger licked the blade until it was clean.

"Where is Elizabeth?" Charley asked, breaking the cold silence.

"The cunt is hiding somewhere," Roger said. "I'll find her."

"You have gone off your nut," Charley said. "Put down the knife and step away from her."

"Too much talking," Roger said and waved at him.

Charley rose up and flew backwards, landing against a cabinet and crumpling to the floor. He was not moving.

"How the fuck did you do that?" Greg asked. He ran over to Charley and crouched down next to him. His friend was still breathing and still had a pulse.

"Sssstoppp it," Anthony stuttered as he walked to him. "You are not you."

"Anthony," Greg hissed. He heard the sound of the kitchen backdoor being opened. He had nearly forgotten the men with the guns.

"You are right," Roger said as his eyes turned completely black. "I am not me." He held up two fingers and twisted his wrist. Anthony's head jerked to the side and a sickly snap was heard.

"No," Greg cried out.

The door was kicked opened as Anthony's lifeless body crumpled to the floor. The two strange and grubby men raced into the kitchen.

"Hunters," Roger hissed and threw his knife at them. The men dove for the floor.

"Salt," one man shouted.

Greg wasn't certain what the hell he meant but he found the salt shaker on the table and ducked to the floor. He untwisted the top, stood up and threw the container at Roger. As soon as the crystals struck Roger's face there was a sound of meat frying. As instinct Roger grabbed at his face, wiping away the salt and left behind red second degree burns.

"You-" Roger didn't get to finish. One of the men fired his gun at him, sending him flying back and hitting the fridge. There was blood on his chest, but nothing that resembled a bullet wound, at least not like in the cinema. There was also more salt.

The second of the two men had leapt up and was standing over Roger. He balled up his hand into a fist and struck him in the head.

"Chair," the man who shot the gun said and looked at Greg. "Grab a chair."

"Not until I know what is going on?" Greg said. He looked on the floor where Yvonne was. She was curled into a ball and still crying. Anthony was still, eyes opened and glazed. There was no movement at all. His chest wasn't even moving. Charley was still breathing and his eyelids had opened.

"Where is he?" Charley asked as he tried to stand up and winced. He grabbed his shoulder.

"He killed Anthony," Greg explained. "They took him out, but I still don't know what is going on and who they are."

"I'm Maxwell," the older of the two men said. He looked like he was in his early forties and stubbled. "He's Harry." He indicated the younger and thinner man with a goatee.

"Your friend has been possessed by a demon," Harry said as he pointed at Roger. "Maxwell. We need to get this body out and help the girl."

"I'll help her," Greg said. "Charley keep an eye on them."

"What are you doing?" Charley asked as Greg picked up Yvonne and helped her to her feet. "Who are these blokes? What are they talking about with demons."

"You didn't see him kill Anthony," Greg said. "He didn't touch you and you went flying and his eyes turned black. Something aint natural here."

"But possession?" Charley asked. "Are we just going to believe any of this potty talk?"

"He wasn't himself. Roger would never do this, not on his own." He slowly rocked Yvonne back and forth. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Can you walk. I'll take you to Elizabeth's room." They were similar in size and he would be able to find some clothes for her. She wouldn't budge. He was not a weak man and she was not a heavy girl but it did take a good amount of strength for him to lift her into his arms.

Greg had managed to coax Yvonne into walking on her own when they reached the stairs and he had no idea how he had managed that minor feat. She still leaned against him with her arms wrapped around his chest as they walked upstairs while listening to what had happened.

"I thought he had snapped," Yvonne managed to choke out between sobs. "We were laughing and eating biscuits and then and then he had a knife, cut through Julia's neck. We screamed and ran towards the doors but he pulled us back somehow. Elizabeth was able to break free and she ran upstairs. He killed Chrissy and cut off my clothes."

"Did he force himself on you?" Greg asked in a soft voice.

Yvonne shook her head. "He had just cut me and then you came in."

Greg opened the door to Elizabeth's room and something heavy smashed against his head. Everything became blurred and darkened slightly but he remained conscious. It was a little hard for him to walk around at first.

"Elizabeth!" Yvonne shouted before turning to Greg asking if he was all right.

"Run," Elizabeth cried. She was also a mess with her hair out of place, eyeballs red and puffy and makeup running down her face.

"He's not with him," Yvonne said. "Greg, Charley and Anthony tried to stop him." She closed her eyes and started to cry again. "He killed Anthony."

"No," Elizabeth said and shook her head. "No no no." Her body shook with each sob and braced herself on her the edge of her bed until Yvonne pulled her to an embrace.

"Elizabeh could you give her some of your clothes," Greg said as he tried to ignore the pain in his head and was thankful that Elizabeth wasn't that strong. He looked down and saw the lamp that she had heaved against him. It wasn't broken.

"Oh Greg I'm sorry," Elizabeth said.

"I don't blame you," Greg said. "Roger has been detained. I'm going to check on Charley." He was going to leave it to Yvonne to explain things and after he had gotten some ice for his head.

When he had returned down stairs he had seen that Harry had placed an ice pack against Charley's shoulder. Roger was tied to a chair and they made some pagan looking circle out of mustard and ketchup on the floor under him.

The symbol was not the most shocking thing. Roger had his head back, mouth open and a long cloud of black smoke was flowing out of his mouth while Maxwell was shouting at him in Latin. It had only lasted a minute and the smoke was only out of Roger and the house, leaving Roger unconscious.

"What's going to happen now?" Charley asked.

"Your friend is going to jail," Maxwell said. "Unless you prove he is insane he will be hanged."

"We were too late," Harry said and shook his head. "Three innocents lost and he is going to have to suffer the consequences."

"We saved three," Maxwell said and nodded to Charley and Greg.

"Four," Greg corrected. "Elizabeth is still alive." He pointed at his head. "Managed to hit me with a lamp, not very hard but it hurts."

"Why did she do that?" Charley asked.

"Don't be an idiot," Greg said as he watched Harry grab another cloth and filled it with ice.

"You two are going to stay with your friends until the authorities arrive," Maxwell instructed. "We were never here."

"And we are just going to let Roger take the blame?" Charley asked. "You said he had a demon inside him. I saw that demon. We all did and now he is gone."

"Most don't understand," Maxwell said. "Go ahead and try to explain it to the authorities and you friends and see will that land you."

"Sorry he's an arse," Harry said. "But we have to go."

"What if it will come back?" Greg asked.

"They usually don't make repeat visits," Harry said.

"But another could," Maxwell said. "There are charms you can wear to keep them out of your body, but this is more effective." He pulled back his sleeve revealing a strange black tattoo. "Harry and I both have one. I suggest you get one too."

"I wanted to forget," Greg said as he placed his hands on his knees. "It is hard to forget something like that, but I wanted to. Good Christ I wanted to." He sighed. "I never thought I would come across something like that again after all those years." He buried his face in his hands and tried to keep from crying, but a few tears still emerged.

A/N: Did something a little different with a flashback and a little background on Lestrade.