A/N: Hello again to everyone! Sorry for the wait on this story but that's not new to some of you ;) Anyways I've been looking for a beta or a small group of them to help me out and take a look at my chapters before I post them. That's why it took so long XD I went through a few people and I finally found the right fit I think. Special thanks will be awarded to them in a bit :)
So like I was saying before in the last chapter. I was actually at the Vatican however, some of the stuff you'll read about I didn't actually see. That's my imagination beginning to take over and fill in some gaps. I hope you guys enjoy it though.
Special thanks to the two betas that looked over this chapter: Sayura-san and Starlight-killer
You guys were AMAZING and really got this chapter up to speed. Thank you to all of you also who have taken an interest in this story and who remain faithful and give me feedback to work on. As well as to all of you who are favoriting and or following the story or both XD thank you you're help is appreciated!
On to the story and happy readings!
Celest ^i^
"There is absolutely no way you are getting me into that," Missy stated adamantly shaking her head.
"Oh what's wrong? I thought you would make a great Mother Teresa." Jazz said to her smirking. She held up a long black gown that stretched down to the floor; in her other hand she held the white collar and headdress that they would place over their hair and that would trail down their backs.
Shrugging, Amy grabbed the clothing from Jazz, "Well, it's the only way we're going to get around here with minimal fuss so we may as well." She began to slip the long black gown over her head while Jazz helped placing the collar on her.
Missy snorted in disgust, but grabbed another outfit and began to put it on as well. They all worked in complete silence making sure the outfit covered all parts of them. It felt hot and stuffy to Amy as she swished around the small room with it on. Tucking her hair into the head piece, she looked in a mirror that was conveniently hanging in the room. It was dusty with what seemed to be disuse, but she wiped some of the dust away and stared at her reflection. She looked so…dreary or was it just depressed? Maybe it was an effect to having the actual nun clothing on but, if she had to be honest she was sad.
"Is this a food stain on mine?" asked Jazz, her lip curled in disgust. She picked at a spot just over her left hip. Upon closer inspection Amy saw a slight discolouration in the cloth; it appeared as if it could possibly be some kind of food stain. "That's fantastic."
"No kidding, so not only are we going to walk around here playing the heavenly choir but were going to do it in the nuns last week clothing," Missy stated in distaste. She reached down and grabbed a piece of the fabric lifting it up to her nose and taking a whiff. "Okay, this smells like this hasn't been washed in a few days."
Sighing Amy turned to the two of them, "Were good to go, so let's boogie and try to find the library." Walking to the door she opened it and peaked out. No one was there so they all quickly walked out and down the hallway.
After rounding a few corners, they walked down more stone hallways until it seemed like the surroundings changed at some point. The floor became hardwood and the walls were tastefully decorated with different religious scenes. It almost appeared to be a modern house. Quietly opening a door they came to a large room with books on all sides of it. Desks littered the middle of the room with hanging desk side lamps to illuminate when people were reading late at night. Walking quickly over to a shelf, Missy began scanning the titles; she frowned as she got further and further along the shelves.
Turning around to stare at them irritably, she told them, "Will you help me look instead of gawking at my back? There has to be a book here that can help us find this horn or give us some kind of clue. Maybe even look for old records, the Vatican must keep something like a log of everything they get."
Jazz skeptically raised an eyebrow, "And you think that were gonna find that in here? Wouldn't it be written in security logs or something?"
Missy rolled her eyes, "How should I know doofus just help me look." She turned back to the books and kept on pursuing through them intently.
Amy looked at Jazz, who stood beside her with her cheeks puffed out. Reaching up, she deflated her cheeks, "Look, let's help her. The sooner we comb the place from top to bottom, the sooner we can move on or dismiss this theory entirely."
Jazz sighed wearily and rolled her eyes, "Fine."
They split up to comb through all the ancient books. It was lucky for Amy that she had taken some classes in ancient Latin, among other old languages in her free time. She frowned as the dust on the books stirred with her breath and flew in dust motes around her. Coughing lightly she waved her hand in front of her face and continued on; however, as she came closer and closer to the end of the row that she was looking at it became painstakingly obvious that what they were looking for wasn't here.
Throwing her hands up in surrender, Jazz turned to look at the two of them, "It's not here. Whatever the hell it is we're exactly looking for, I can't see any hint of anything."
"That's because it isn't here then jack ass," Missy shot back at her scornfully.
Amy came to the end row of her own shelves that she was checking out and scowled as she looked at a glass container. It appeared to be a smooth streamlined elevator. A down arrow was set into a keypad on the side of it and she could see letters and numbers at the top. Not going up but going down. Frowning she called to the two of them behind her, "Hey guys, come take a look at this."
Standing in front of the elevator, Jazz cocked her head to the side, "It's an elevator? But why have one here?"
Shrugging Missy reached out and pressed the down button on the keypad before either of them could stop her. The doors dinged open and opened smoothly to an empty space. Looking at one another they hesitantly entered and swallowed down the nerves as the doors closed behind them.
"Which floor do you think?" whispered Missy as if someone would overhear her.
"Oh will you just pick one already before someone see's or walks in," Jazz hissed back in exasperation.
Rolling her eyes, Missy hit the button for the farthest floor, B4. The elevator slowly climbed down as the three of them held their breaths. No music interrupted this awkward moment. The elevator juddered to a stop the doors opened slowly.
The room outside was dark and dingy. Sparse lighting illuminated the shelves leaving the corners dark and uninviting. Carefully the three of them stepped out from the cool bright elevator and into the gloom. The doors closed quietly behind them and they were left alone; not a sound coming from either of them.
Rows upon rows of old books littered the shelves; they didn't have traditional covers like what you saw today, instead they were just sheets of paper that were kept together with a little bit of twine on the spines to form the appearance of books, as Amy saw as she bent over to scrutinize a shelf.
"These are extremely old and frail guys." Amy said quietly almost as if she were afraid to breathe too hard in fear that the pages would crumble to dust and fly away on a non-existent wind.
"Ok, for one, you don't have to whisper because no one's here to hear us," Missy snarled. "And second, I don't care how old they are; let's just find what I'm looking for."
"You're actually still thinking to look for that artifact Missy? Look around you! There are thousands of these books! It's gonna be like trying to find a needle in a hay stack! Where are we supposed to look first anyways?" asked Jazz in disbelief.
"How should I know? You're the one that decided to follow me here and now you harass me," Missy shouted back.
"Guy's enough!" Amy cried at the two of them. "Look, let's just try to look around quickly and keep quiet. Just because no one is here now doesn't mean there won't be a person who comes down here any minute, and if that should happen, make sure you're not seen and sneak away from them. Stay close together."
They split apart after that and each took a different shelf. Amy squinted down at some of the titles on the books. She narrowed her eyes and huffed in annoyance when she realized that she couldn't read the writing. Whatever it was either she hadn't taken enough Latin courses or maybe this was different. Suddenly, the letters appeared to shift in front of her and she closed her eyes and rubbed them. When she opened them again the letters were still blurry and her eyes widened as they rearranged themselves into the English language so that she could clearly read it. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at the next book on the shelf and sure enough the letters did the exact same thing. Daintily she picked out the book and flipped through the first few pages. Her heart constricted more and more as she realized she could read it all. It was as if she placed 3D glasses over her eyes, she could see the outline of the ancient Latin script beneath the English script that seemed to pop off the page at her.
Quickly, she shelved the book and walked to the end of her row. Stopping at the end she saw Missy sitting at a small reading desk in the middle of all these shelves with a reading lamp illuminating her space a bit more than the surrounding area. She was biting on her knuckle, which made Amy shake her head as she took it in, and seemed deeply engrossed in the text in front of her.
"Find anything?" asked Amy quietly.
She shook her head, "No unfortunately; I'm just breezing through some books that I thought may hold the key but nothing so far."
"Hmmm," Amy hummed out loud. "Hey Missy, what are you exactly?"
Missy seemingly froze at the question and the hand that was in the midst of turning a page stopped. She turned her head slowly to look at her with a guarded look in her eyes. Her two blue eyes glinting hard like ice chips. "What makes you even ask that?"
Amy shrugged as if it were nothing to her, "You don't have to say it, I'll find out anyway. It just seems odd, about some of the things that you've said, and also you're connected to other supernatural beings so it doesn't surprise me that you're one yourself."
Missy snorted at her, "You know I could say the same thing about you with that knowledge." Amy merely rolled her eyes but swallowed down the little balls of nerves. "Calm down," Missy said dismissively, "but if you must know, I'm a siren."
"A siren?" asked Amy.
Missy flipped her head, "I know right it makes sense doesn't it? I mean look at me."
Amy gave her one perusal then turned on her heel and began to walk away, "I'll look down here for more clues or something like that."
"You do that." Missy said to her as she turned back to her book and began flipping more pages.
As Amy headed down the hallway she became aware of an uncanny feeling building in the pit of her stomach. It felt like when your gut instinct, literally in this case, punches you to know when something is right or wrong, or if you're making a huge mistake. That was exactly what this felt like, except it felt as if something was pulling her in a particular location. She decided to follow it. It led her deep into the very bowels of the library and down an aisle darker than normal. Stopping in front of a long line of books she reached out and touched the book directly in front of her. Instantly a sharp zing zipped through her entire body and she froze. Eventually she pulled the book out and looked down at the title… but there wasn't one.
Frowning she began to flip through the pages; there were pictures of different artifacts. On one, a drawing of a chalice with a description and inscription at the bottom on another a picture of a staff. She flipped through more and more of the brittle pages until she came across one that appeared to be a huge horn or trumpet. It had a small mouthpiece, a round end like a modern day trumpet was at the end and it extended approximately 3 feet, as far as she could see from the picture. 'Gabriel's Horn of Truth and Judgment' said the inscription at the bottom of the illustration.
Her heart pumping in excitement she ran back up the main hallway to where she last saw Missy and Jazz. The two were exactly as she left them pouring over more and more books a whole pile growing next to the desk beside them on the floor. Amy felt a twinge at the poor treatment to the delicate inscriptions but squashed it down in favor of what she just found.
"Guys I found it!" she exclaimed exuberantly as she stopped in front of them. "Well, I mean I found a picture - not the actual item."
"Give it here!" Missy stated excitedly. Grabbing the pages from her she stared at the illustration and subscription at the bottom. Nodding her head, she smiled, "That's it alright."
"Great, now where is it?" asked Jazz from the other desk as she came over to take a look at the picture.
Missy frowned at the text, "It doesn't actually say, in fact it doesn't give much information on the actual horn itself. All it says is that with this horn Gabriel is supposed to announce the beginning of judgment day."
"Well I think he may have missed his calling then," Jazz said conversationally. Missy and Amy glanced at her in disbelief. Jazz shrugged at them, "What? Everyone's entitled to an opinion just saying."
Shaking their heads, they turned back to the text. Amy looked down at one of the books that had been tossed to the side. A picture was played out on the page. There were many angels seemingly singing in the picture and one or two blowing through horns. Looking back at the picture that she had given Missy, she noticed an uncanny resemblance of one of the horns; looking more closely she saw wings engraved by the mouth piece of the horn and the same was on the other illustration as well!
Amy's eyes widened; this picture was showing who she guessed to be the archangel Gabriel blowing the horn in heaven to announce judgment day with the rest of the heavenly choir around him singing. He looked like someone she knew but the features were slightly smudged and she couldn't make an identification of the person. At the bottom was a small inscription that could have been easily missed if you were only quickly browsing through the picture. It looked as if it were quickly scrawled there by someone in a hurry and was not originally supposed to be placed in the book.
Gabriel's Horn, or by some known as the Horn of Truth, can be found in the Vatican.
Rumor has it that the Knights Templar took it here sometime in the 1200's for safe keeping by the Pope at that time.
This however has not been proven; however, rumor has it that it lies in the crypt below Basilica Di San Pietro. The Vatican neither confirms nor denies the statement.
"Umm guys, I think I may know where it is, or at least the best place to look," Amy stuttered out.
The two looked at her Missy's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, "Where?" she whispered sounding as if she were being choked.
"Below Basilica Di San Pietro." Amy told her quietly.
Missy's eyes widened even further until she looked down at the desk and chewed her knuckle. Jazz raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Wait correct me if I'm wrong here but isn't that where we just came from?"
Amy nodded mutely.
"The actual same room that hundreds if not thousands of tourists are flocking to right this second?" asked Jazz in a high pitched voice.
"The same," Amy intoned quietly. "It's also the one we left the boys in."
"How are we supposed to get in there then?" asked Jazz in disbelief.
Amy shrugged her shoulders while Missy refused to answer; it seemed she was just as shocked into silence as they all were…well except for Jazz.
"Well fuck me." Jazz muttered quietly. She leaned against the desk and rubbed her fingers in between her eyebrows as if a headache were coming on.
From off in the distance, they heard a quiet ping and a smooth rumble. Looking at each other in panic, they all took off down the row quietly trying to hide farther in the shadows. They could hear footsteps walking down a row not too far from where they sat huddled behind some shelves.
"We have to get back to the elevator." Amy whispered quietly barely moving her lips.
Jazz bit her lip then held up her finger, "I got it!"
"Did you hear that?" asked a distinctive masculine voice from a few shelves down.
Jazz winced but waved her fingers in the air. They heard a large crash come from far behind them and surprised shouts. Motioning to move, Jazz took off towards the elevator, the other two following close on her heels. Jazz got to the button and started jabbing it furiously. The doors opened smoothly on a silent ping; Missy and Amy flew into the elevator in a huge rush. Quickly turning around Amy smacked the button to go up and breathed a sigh of relief when the doors closed and they began moving upwards.
"This is fantastic and all," said a muffled voice behind them. "But it would be amazing if you two, you know, could get off me maybe!?"
Pushing off her, they turned to Jazz who looked like she was just pancaked into the wall. Peeling herself off she rubbed her cheek and jaw in pain and glared at the two of them. "Thank you."
"Ok, we need a way to get into the crypt; so does anyone have any ideas?" asked Missy, in her normal bossy manner.
"We let loose a stink bomb?"
Amy and Missy stared at her aghast. "Preferably without me having to suffocate, thank you very much."
Missy rolled her eyes, "Jazz you don't have a spell for invisibility?"
Shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot she looked down at the floor, "Well it's not exactly full proof…"
Rolling her eyes Missy huffed, "Look we just need you to do it long enough for us to get into the crypt, is that really going to be so hard?"
"Umm yeah, considering it's not the easiest thing for me to do Missy, so would you just back off!" yelled Jazz in exasperation.
Amy took a deep breath and rubbed her forehead, "Jazz, can you at least try? Or no?"
Biting her lip, Jazz looked up to the floors slowly ticking by as they got higher and higher to ground level. Sighing in frustration, she shrugged her shoulders, "I'll try, I guess, but I don't know how long I can give us exactly and we'll have to be quick for that."
"Ok, awesome, let's do it." Missy seemed to smirk evilly at this and bounced on the balls of her feet.
"There is a catch you know, it makes you invisible yes, however, if you knock into someone they'll feel you and know you're there."
Amy huffed at this, "Well lucky for us that won't matter; there are enough people here to pack a football stadium and in tight quarters they're all smashed together; they'll just think it's the person standing beside them so we should be good to get out of this."
Nodding, the three of them walked out as the elevator doors opened; they quickly breezed through the smaller library and out the door when they saw the coast was clear. They walked back the way they had come and ditched the nun robes in the same closet.
"Ok, let me do this now." Jazz said to them quietly. She shut her eyes and took in a breath of air. The very air around them seemed to hum and crackle and an emerald green light began to spark from Jazz's body. She grabbed their upper arms and to Amy it felt as if an egg was running from her head down to her toes. She could feel the thick gooey substance as the green light surrounded her whole body. Eventually it faded and she looked down at her hands… or maybe it was the floor?
"Umm Jazz?" Amy stuttered out.
"Yeah I know, this is what I mean. It's a difficult spell and you're completely invisible even to yourselves," Jazz told her soothingly.
"That's fantastic, so how are we supposed to make this work then?" asked Missy in frustration. "We can't see our hands, so how are we supposed to know if we're all there?"
"Ok, here's what we do," Amy began. "We'll hold hands until we get to the corner and up to the velvet rope. There, we'll let go and we have 10 minutes at the most for us all to meet up at the crypt. It will be right below the large wooden like structure where the altar is. Jazz do you think you can hold the spell that long?"
"I-I think so, but seriously hurry and don't be overly polite." Jazz stuttered out. Amy could tell the stress of the spell was starting to strain her.
"Okay everyone's good? We don't go in without anyone, understand? When you get there just whisper really quietly, I don't think anyone's gonna hear us with the amount of people in the room."
Grabbing hands, Amy reached out for the doorknob. She turned it slowly, opened the door and the three of them snuck through. Quickly they navigated through the same hallways until they looked around a corner and saw the same velvet rope with people moving past it on the far side of the hall.
"Ok everyone you know what to do; when we reach the rope we let go of each other and we meet outside the crypt. Ready?"
"Ready." Missy and Jazz intoned and together the three of them walked towards the people milling about at the end.
Once they came to the end they let go of each other; the only clue Amy had that someone had moved was the slight swing of the rope as it seemed someone stepped over it and then it lay still. Assuming that she was the only one left she quickly stepped over it and began to navigate her way back to the basilica. She tried to dodge as many people as she could but couldn't avoid bumping into a few people on the way. They glanced back at her in confusion frowning as they stared straight at her. She had to remind herself that they couldn't actually see her they were looking for her essentially. Turning around, she quickly walked away.
Turning a corner after a minute or so she spotted the same large doorway that people were streaming in and coming out of. It was the room to the basilica and the crowd hadn't died down one bit since her and Jazz had left it, not like she really thought it would but still. Balling her hands into fists she walked towards the group. She took a deep breath and started shoving her way through the press of hot bodies. People shouted in surprise and glared looking over their shoulders or to their sides to see who was jostling them. A few people even yelled at one another thinking it was the person beside them. Amy ignored it and kept on moving, finally making it through the door and back into the same grand room that she had left just maybe an hour or so ago by now.
Walking towards the altar she avoided people as much as possible. Stepping over the rope that cordoned off the area to get closer to the altar, she came and stood at a stop at the crypt entrance. It wasn't anything spectacular just a series of steps not to deep leading down to a dark entryway. Breathing a sigh of relief she looked around her. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her so she assumed that Jazz's spell was still holding up.
"Hey," she whispered out quietly even though all the talking in the room would have drowned her voice out completely.
"Hey yourself; I see you got here, finally." Jazz's teasing voice came from her right.
Looking in the general direction she thought her friend would be standing she gave a small smile even though she couldn't see her. "Any sign of Missy yet?"
"No," Jazz remarked her voice sounding incredibly strained. "She better hurry though because I can't keep this up for much longer Aim."
Amy frowned at this; if she knew Missy well enough the girl wouldn't have taken her sweet time to get here, in fact she would be the one impatient to get going. So the fact that she wasn't here yet and they were didn't sit to right with her.
"How long have you been standing here?" asked Amy in a quiet whisper.
"Maybe two or three minutes but I could have sworn I saw someone pushing their way through the crowd just ahead of me," Jazz stated as she seemed to drift off into thought. "Hang on a sec."
"I'm not going anywhere." Amy remarked as she stared down into the crypt.
"Shit." Jazz stated swearing under her breath.
"What?"
"She's down there already."
"Missy?"
"Yeah, the blonde prima donna fucker."
"Let's go we have to get down there!"
Jazz huffed in irritation, "You think I don't know that?! I knew we couldn't trust that blonde bobble head."
They sprinted down the short stairs and ended up at a wooden door that looked centuries old hidden in the archway. The shade that the stone provided them took off the heat of the noonday sun shining in from the skylight.
"Ready?" asked Amy and looked back at her friend slightly surprised when she saw Jazz.
"I know it wore off luckily we got down here before anyone noticed I think," Jazz told her. "Open it," she said gesturing at the closed door with her chin.
Amy lightly pushed on the door and it swung open on oiled hinges. Surprised it was that easy, they both stepped into the crypt.
~x~
On the other side of the Basilica Di San Peitro
~x~
"I don't get it, Gabe, where could they have gone?" asked Lance for the hundredth time as they looked around the room.
They had circled it about 15 times looking for the girls and so far no sign of them; now they rested against the back wall, staring around, facing the altar. Gabe had popped a lollipop into his mouth and stared around at the hundreds of people milling about aimlessly. His eyes glinted a harsh honey golden colour and seemed to be sparking with power. Lance could feel it radiating off of him and the hairs on his arms began to stand up as if they were in some kind of electric storm.
"Gabe, calm down," Lance whispered to him harshly. "I'm sure they're fine and that they'll be coming back."
"If they left to begin with, then they had a reason, what that reason is I just don't know." Gabe said smoothly.
"Can't you, I don't know, get a lock on them or something?" asked Lance as he crossed his arms in front of his muscled chest.
Gabe sighed, "I wish it were that simple. Unfortunately there are just too many people here, too many minds among other things and it's confusing the shit out of me. No, the best we can do is to wait right here and hope that they either come back or we see them or I can break through all these muddled thoughts and find them."
Lance nodded and the two of them lapsed into silence again with Gabe still sucking on his lollipop. They stayed that way for a few tense minutes until Gabe's eyes snapped towards the altar. The area was cordoned off so that people couldn't get close to the actual altar however that didn't seem to stop two girls. One had short black hair the other long blonde hair. Both heads gleamed in the sunlight coming in through the sky window and shone down on them creating a halo effect.
Gabe cracked the lollipop in his mouth which made Lance jump beside him and glance down at him in shock. People around them looked towards the loud noise, but then continued on with their business.
"Gabe, what the-"
"They're here, come on." Gabe stated firmly as he pushed off the wall and made a beeline for the two girls. He saw them whip out of sight down the stairs and knew instantly that they were heading towards the crypt.
"Umm Gabe, where?" asked Lance glancing around confused. "I don't see them anywhere."
"You wouldn't," Gabe stated as they got near the altar. "Jazz is using one of her invisibility spells."
Lance's face hardened and together the two of them sped up.
~x~
The Crypt
~x~
The air was dank and musty. It smelled like someone's old root cellar that hadn't been opened in years and for all they knew this one hadn't been for quite some time. It was shadowed but surprisingly well lit from the light bulbs every few feet from each other providing enough light for them to see by. Staying close together they passed countless tombs of "sleeping" popes of old in their rocky tombs. Walking quietly they almost tip toed to try and get through the crypt; almost afraid that they would wake them up.
"This is ridiculous," Jazz whispered from beside Amy as she clawed at her friend's arm. "The things we get into because you're too curious."
"Oh admit it Jazz your just as curious as I am," Amy whispered back. "Now if I was a chalice where would I be kept?"
Jazz rolled her eyes, "Well not here for one; I would probably be upstairs at a banquet table begging to be filled with wine. Wait aren't we looking for a horn though?"
Amy huffed, "This isn't like Beauty and the Beast, Jazz. And yes I was just checking to make sure you were paying attention."
"No, but it should be," Jazz insisted. "Add some magic to this stuffy place."
Walking deeper they turned a few corners and peaked out behind another. Seeing no one standing in their way, they proceeded cautiously; the stones eating their steps as if they weren't even there.
"Ok, but seriously where could it be?" asked Amy.
Shrugging Jazz walked in front of her to take a closer look at a tomb. "Hey, take my picture." she said with her hands up giving a thumbs up and her mouth opened wide in a grin.
Amy huffed and rolled her eyes continuing to walk by her friend and ignore her. Jazz pouted as she trailed along, "Oh you're no fun."
They walked in silence seemingly getting lost with all the twists. This place was a lot bigger than Amy had ever thought it would be. Jazz huffed, "Hey, didn't you tell me today that St. Peter was supposedly buried here?"
Amy sighed, "No not quite. See a grave was found around here many years ago, but there were other bones as well and no one could prove without a shadow of a doubt that they belonged to St. Peter himself. However, not to long after there were artifacts found and somehow proven to belong to the long lost apostle." Amy froze as she said this, "Wait a minute," she stammered as she turned to look at Jazz. Jazz raised her eyebrows at her in an invitation to carry on. "That's it, that's where it is."
"Umm what do you mean?" asked Jazz.
"The horn, Jazz! I bet it's down there!" exclaimed Amy forgetting to be quiet as she bounced up and down with her hands in front of her mouth in awe.
"Ok, while I'm glad I'm starting to rub off on you now is so not the time girl," Jazz said putting up a stalling hand. "Why would it be in St. Peter's Tomb though? I mean if the legend is true then it belongs to an archangel right? So why the hell would he have it?"
Amy stopped bouncing and tapped her finger against her lips as she chewed on her bottom lip. "I don't know…but we have to find the tomb first and fast!"
They quickly ran farther into the crypt; skidding around another corner, they stared in open-mouthed shock and amazement. In front of them was a lavish room completely decorated and carved straight into the rock. "Well, I'll be dammed," Jazz quietly stated in awe.
The room cut into the rock in front of them was gorgeous. The floor was polished and gleaming underneath the elegant lights that cast a warm glow around the whole room. Different colours mixed and matched together, gold, white, burgundy, navy blues however, the colours were muted and not as strong as they could have been. Fantastic paintings were inlaid to two staircases coming down from higher up and a picture of Jesus behind a gold box on a small pedestal built into the wall. In front of that pedestal stood Missy. She was gazing down at something in her hands and didn't seem to hear them as they came closer.
"Put it down Missy." Amy said in a brave voice.
Slowly the blonde turned around to stare at them; in her hands she held a horn that funny enough wasn't as long as they thought it would be. She held it easily in her two hands as she gazed at them with reproach.
"So, the spell wore off then I take it?" she asked as she smirked at the two of them. "No matter, I already have what I want."
"Missy give that over, you don't even know what it can do." Jazz implored the blonde strangely gentle as she held her hand out.
"And you do?" Missy asked with a guffaw. "Believe me, Jazz, I know more about this artifact then you do, and what would you do with it anyways? You didn't want it before you knew I was after it."
"Missy, something like that shouldn't even be in our hands," Amy implored. "If it was made for an archangel then what makes you so sure that you can wield it? Please just leave it before someone gets really hurt by it."
Missy pshed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'm gonna blow this all out of the water and this is going to help me. You're living in a very big lie, Amy, I would watch out before it bites you."
Amy frowned at her, "What are you talking about?" She grabbed her wrist where she had cut herself last night. Missy glanced at the action and a knowing smirk spread across her lips.
"Oh but it looks like you have your own dark secrets, isn't that right, Amy?" Missy smirked evilly at her.
Jazz turned to her, "Amy?"
"Anyways girls, it was a pleasure, well, not really, but you did help me find this, so thanks," she said as she began to move towards the stairs.
"Oh I don't think so," Jazz snarled as she shot a large glowing ball of green energy at her. The force of the blast knocked Missy off her feet and the horn went clattering across the stone floor away from her. Amy lunged to grab it but Missy was quick, too and the both of them leapt for the horn at the same time.
Suddenly a snap of fingers was heard loud and clearly from behind them, however, before Amy could even notice a large boom shook the room and green smoke billowed in the small opulent space. Coughing she grabbed the horn as she gasped at the noxious smell. Feet running and strong hands grasping her shoulders someone propped her up in the crook of their arm. Another snap and the green smoke was gone. She looked around and only saw the four of them and no Missy.
"It's ok Amy, I zapped her out of here," Gabe said as he held her comfortingly. "She's not gonna bother us, well, at least for now."
Slowly she sat up in Gabe's arms and looked at him in shock. Gabe raised an eyebrow at her, "What kiddo? By the way you have a lot of explaining to do."
"Why do you keep calling me Amy, I'm Jazz," she told him.
Gabe frowned, "What? No you're not. Take a look for yourself."
He magiced up a mirror in front of them and she leaned over and took a look inside. Amy's perfect reflection stared back at her. She glanced over at her body sitting propped up by Lance beside her and took in the horrified expression mirrored in her eyes.
"Amy?"
"Jazz?"
"Oh shit." Lance smacked his forehead.
A/N: Can you guys believe were waiting till October 1 to watch the new Supernatural season? I'm gonna die X'(
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