Author's Note: Okay, so like the readers who follow my other story already know, I've been struggling to keep up inspiration and with the various things going on right now, I was in an 'I don't care' mood. So, sorry for the delay, but lat night, my muse hit me like a ton of bricks so I have a chapter to upload for each of my stories. Please forgive me. Please enjoy and as always please review.
"What do you mean you didn't think we needed to know?" Dean barked. He was getting more and more agitated by the second.
"I didn't think it was a big deal." I shrugged as me and my sisters slumped heavily into the couch. Sam and Dean paced back and forth, filled with fury.
"You didn't think it was a big deal?" Sam fumed.
"Okay, so we screwed up. Can't we look on the bright side?" Kim tried. "We got the Colt back."
"Yeah. That makes up for everything." Dean exhaled, dripping with sarcasm. Kimberly sighed.
"Jeez. Don't you think you guys are overreacting? How were we supposed to know things were going to get this bad?" Dylan exclaimed. Kimberly and I looked up at our sister shaking our heads in disbelief. Those were definitely the wrong words to say. Sam and Dean looked as if they might shoot her.
"You cannot be serious." Sam growled. As I sat there watching the duo pace a whole into the ground and listened as they blew our eardrums out, I wondered what went wrong. What path did we go down to lead us here? Oh yeah, right. It all started with my premonition.
"I'm sorry. What?" Kimberly stated when I told her about my premonition. We had pulled over from driving back home. The guys probably hadn't noticed and moved along in their travels but it was okay. We needed time alone. I let out a restless sigh and then rested my head out the window of her topless convertible.
"We were on team evil with Lucifer." I summed up in a nutshell. Dylan threw her hands up dramatically in the air.
"Are you freaking kidding me Hill?"
"No, Gray, I am not."
"This is bullshit." Kimberly muttered. "The guys are just going to love this."
"We're not going to tell them."
"Why not?" Dylan and Kim asked in unison.
"Well, it's not like they spend a lot of time sharing with us. It's a premonition. A Charmed thing. We can handle it ourselves."
"Yeah but it's also a Lucifer thing." Kim insisted.
"I actually agree with Shar. It's their fault we even have to worry about Lucifer and they didn't deem it necessary to tell us. I say we handle this on our own."
"I don't know guys. Cass would want us to work together. So would our parents." Kimberly tried again.
"Cass left us in the dark about this too you know." I mentioned.
"Yeah and so did our parents, for our entire life." Dylan reminded her. "I say we take care of this our way because everyone else's way isn't working."
"So, what do you propose we do?" Kim asked seeing our side of it.
"Well, I got a premonition because we are meant to stop it. Now, I'm thinking possession, because there is no way we would willingly take a trip on the dark side. So we just have to find out who possessed us."
"So, how do we find that out?" Dylan asked.
"There has to be some sort of clue. Did you see anything different or new…? I mean besides the trashy get up and power upgrade." Kim asked. I shrugged.
"Um, not really. I don't even know what triggered it."
"Think Shar. There has to be something. Something that pinpoints where or when or how this happens. Something that we were carrying or said that may identify who's behind this?"
"I-I don't know. I only get a short flash. I-" Then it hit me. "There was a mark."
"A mark?" Dylan asked.
"On all of us. They were like tattoos. Markings going up our arms. They were satanic markings."
"Well, we can look it up in the book when we get home. Whatever happens next, we cannot allow your premonition to come true." We made a silent agreement as Kimberly pulled Comet back on the road.
Being back at home had felt a little more back to normal. Of course we had to worry about my premonition and the fact that the guys didn't see us as equals, and they felt that they could get away with only telling us what they had to, AND the fact that apparently the only ones that think we are supposed to stop Lucifer is our moms, but, it was just good to be home.
"You're home. Thought you guys weren't going to come back." Dean said as we walked through the door. In the time that we've spent together, we've learned a few things including that Dean is one of those macho men who avoid touchy feely moments, so for Dean, that was his way of letting us know he was concerned. Kimberly shrugged.
"Nah, we just needed a little break. No biggie." She said. Dean nodded not fully convinced.
"Look, I know you guys probably want an explanation." The three of us looked at each other and shook our heads.
"No. That's not necessary. I mean it's not like you thought we needed one before." Dylan threw out nonchalantly. Sam and Dean shared a look as we threw our purses down on the coffee table and walked past the boys to the staircase.
"Really guys, the past is the past. You don't have to tell us everything, and vice versa." I said.
"Where you going?" Sam asked.
"We have some things to take care of." Kimberly responded. While I flipped through the pages, Kim was on the internet looking up some anti-possession charms. Dylan was busy trying to clean our aura. We were desperately trying to stay on the good side even if the dark side has cookies. We were up all night looking until we called it quits at around 3 in the morning. The next day we were back at it when around dinner time I finally found it.
"That's it!" I said as I flipped to a page with a demon that had the same symbol on her forehead as I saw in my vision. Kim and Dylan rushed over to me.
"The tattoo?"
"Yeah. But ours had like veins or vines coming out of it along our arms. Does it make me bad if I think the tattoos were kind of hot?" Dylan laughed as Kim rolled her eyes at me.
"Sultras. A group of sister demons who feed off of insecurities and leave there victims feeling worthless, driving them to take their own lives." Kimberly read from the page.
"That doesn't sound good." Dylan muttered.
"No, it doesn't. So, we have to get to them before they get to us."
"But I still don't understand how that turns us evil. Shouldn't their power just kill us?" I asked. Kim shrugged.
"Maybe witches are immune to their magic." She suggested.
"Okay, so how do we find them?" Dylan asked.
"I could write a spell. Do some extensive rewording on the 'to call a lost witch' spell." I suggested.
"Okay, well there's a potion in the book. You work on the spell, I'll start on the potion." Kimberly said. It didn't take long for us to finish. Kimberly needed one more herb for her potion and I went downstairs to grab it for her. When I got to the kitchen, Sam was standing in there. We weren't exactly hiding what we were doing upstairs but I didn't want him to slow us down with questions.
"Hey." He said. He was eating a salad when I walked in. You would think you'd catch such a large man eating a horse. This guy eats salad for dinner.
"Hey." I answered. I just stood there staring at him like an idiot because he was completely blocking the cupboard with the herbs in it.
"Want some?" he asked, wondering why I was staring.
"No, you're in my way actually." I half smiled. Sam smiled back and silently moved out of my way. I could feel his eyes burning into my back as I searched for the appropriate herb. Once I got my hands on it, I spun around with a smile. "Got it."
"What's that for?"
"Kim's mixing a potion upstairs and she needed it." I said while walking past him. I sounded as if it was no big deal and hoped he bought it but before I could escape he stopped me.
"Shar wait. I, uh, I know you guys are upset with us." I shook my head trying to end this conversation so I could get back to my sisters.
"No, it's fine. We're here to do a job right?"
"Yeah, but we should have said something. So, if you still want to, I could take you out and I thought I could tell you everything you never wanted to know." I smiled surprised at where this was going. After being stuck in TV land for what seemed like weeks, our date sort of slipped my mind.
"Sure. That would be nice."
"Wanna go out tonight?"
"Tomorrow night. Me and the girls are going to have a gals night tonight."
"Okay, tomorrow." I thought it was a great idea. Then we both could come clean about what we've been hiding. At least the girls and I could prove that we don't need to depend on them to survive.
After scrying for Sultra demons, we found that there was a large clan of them in the party city.
"Vegas?" Kim asked as she double checked the map.
"That's where the crystal is pointing." Dylan pointed out.
"Vegas." I repeated. "I told the guys we are taking a girls night. We might as well go all out."
"Yeah but we are demon hunting." Kim reminded us.
"But once we vanquish the demons, we could PARRRRTYYYY!" Dylan shouted with enthusiasm.
"Let's go get dressed girls. VEGAS!" While scurrying around the house, Kimberly bumped into Castiel. Thinking it couldn't hurt, she asked Cass if he knew anything about Sultra demons.
"Cass, what do you know about Sultras?"
"Not a lot. Why?"
"No reason. I just thought it couldn't hurt to know in case we ran into one." Castiel being an angel and all, fell for Kim's poor excuse for fibbing. "Maybe you should ask the elders, or angels or whatever people are in charge up there."
We had much more fun than we were supposed to getting dressed. Dylan threw on a very Prue-esque top that was cloth held together by string. I grabbed a Phoebe top, which was off the shoulders and Kim threw on a halter. With, jeans, heals and make-up, we were off. Not wanting the guys to see our party outfits, we met in Kimberly's room.
"Did you finish the spell?" Kimberly asked once the door was closed behind us. I nodded.
"I have it right here. I had to channel my inner Phoebe, but I finally worked it out."
"Power of the witches rise
Course unseen across the skies
Bring us forth to the Sultra clan
Bring us to Vegas, where they claim land."
As I finished reading from the paper, I lit the tip on fire and held it over the trash. Gratefully, the spell works and wisped us off to Vegas, Nevada.
"I bet you never thought you'd have to write a spell with the word Vegas in it." Dylan joked as we looked up at Sin City. We were right in front of this club that had a few couples hanging on the outside of it. We figured it would be the best place to start. Everyone there was having a huge amount of fun and I immediately felt jealous. Here we are in Vegas, and what are we doing? Demon hunting. We worked the crowd, asking around for any strange groups of females, which all of civilization assumed were prostitutes. We were getting absolutely nowhere until we heard a commotion. People began piling out of the club to get a look. As we pushed our way out the doors, we could see an even larger crowd in the street all staring up at the top of the skyscraper across the street. There was a man standing on the edge of the building about to jump.
"Oh my God." Kimberly gasped.
"We have to help him." I thought aloud.
"You think it's the Sultras?" Dylan asked.
"It doesn't matter." Kimberly answered. "We can't just let him jump. Dylan orb us up there." Dylan gave her elder sister a look of shock.
"You want me to do what?"
"We don't have time to take the stairs Dylan."
"Why not?"
"Because by the time we get to the roof, he'll have already met the pavement?" I answered in an 'isn't that obvious' tone.
"But I've never orbed with passengers."
"Just concentrate." Kim prodded her. "Paige was able to do it on her first try, so can you." The three of us ran the opposite direction into a deserted alleyway and Dylan grabbed our hands. Within seconds we were behind the man on the roof. "Told you, you could do it." Kimberly congratulated her.
"Yeah, you didn't even have to go back for Kimberly." I teased. The suicidal man heard our murmurs and turned his head to us.
"I've got nothing to live for. Don't even try to save me." The man insisted.
"You have everything to live for sir. No matter what's happened in the past you can turn your life around." I tried.
"No!" he shouted. He got so excited that he nearly lost his balance. "You don't know my life! Its over!"
"Guys, I think he's really going to do it." Dylan mumbled in worry.
"Not on my watch." Kim said. As the man stepped off the ledge, Kimberly launched forward and grabbed his hand, almost sending herself over as well.
"Kim!" Dylan and I screamed in horror.
"I'm okay. Help us up." She informed us. The man was trying to wiggle out of her grip. Apparently he was dead set on this killing himself thing.
"Stupid witches!" We suddenly heard someone growl. As I turned around, I was welcomed by a bitch slap sending me crashing to the ground. The bitch sliced my cheek with her claws. Kimberly became frustrated with the man and freed one of her hands to freeze him. In his frozen state, she dragged him up onto the building while Dylan kicked the Sultra in the chest. Two more girls dressed in similar whore-like attire, appeared and attacked Kimberly. One began choking her, digging her claws into Kim's throat, catching Dylan's attention. Dylan immediately grabbed the vanquishing potion out of her pocket and threw it. Watching her sisters die, must have angered the Sultra demon because with a loud scream, she slashed Dylan down her back. I fumbled through my purse and finally found the other potion. Within a few moments, all of the Sultras we dead and the threat was over. Naturally, it was time to celebrate.
"Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" The large group of partygoers sang while Dylan, Kimberly and I sang along from on top of the bar with a couple other girls. "EVERYBODY!" The tequila shots were flowing as the bartenders fought to keep an unlimited supply for everyone. It was like girls gone wild, minus the stripping.
"Who wants to do body shots?" Dylan said. I laughed uncontrollably as the feeling of love flowed through me. Yes. I was drunk. I rubbed my cheek, as I suddenly felt the slice burning.
"Me!" I looked over my shoulder to see some random guy. As Dylan lowered herself, she nearly bumped one of the girls off the bar.
"What the hell?" the brunette yelled at her. Dylan stopped in the middle of pouring a shot and her head snapped into the direction of the girl.
"You got a problem?" she asked.
"Dylan?" Kimberly asked nervously. Kim was going to reach out to Dylan, but the scratch on Dylan's back looked like it really hurt.
"You almost pushed me over! Watch it!" the girl barked back. Dylan's right eyelid twitched. She stood up straight, and pushed the guy who lay on the bar off with her foot.
"What did you just say to me?" she spoke through gritted teeth. Kimberly began to rub at her throat. While the demons choked her, they sliced into skin.
"Dylan." Kimberly suddenly realized something.
"What, are you deaf?" the girl who was kissing death continued. Kimberly took my arm and pulled me off the bar.
"Hey! What the hell?" I shouted.
"Are you feeling angry?" Kimberly asked me quickly.
"Well, I was feeling love until that bitch decided to catch an attitude." I said, glaring over her shoulder at that girl.
"No. You've got to calm down and help me calm Dylan down. Don't you see? Dylan's kind of overreacting! I think those demons infected us."
"What?" I exclaimed in shock. "No way." Dylan grabbed the girl by the throat and pushed her back against the bar.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" Dylan growled. Kimberly stared at me as I realized she was right.
"Dylan!" I shouted as Kim and I grabbed her and dragged her cursing and screaming to the bathroom.
"What the fuck is your problem!" she fumed.
"Dylan, snap out of it!" Kimberly ordered. "When the Sultras scratched us, that's how they infected us with evil. You're turning into the Sultra. You have to stay calm!"
"Who died and made you boss?" Dylan tried to turn and walk out but Kimberly grabbed her arm.
"Because I'm the oldest!" she barked.
"Kim?" I asked. Her eyes narrowed and I could tell that her anger was getting the best of her.
"Let go of me!" Dylan pushed Kimberly into the wall. I held my hand over my mouth in shock with a gasp.
"Dylan! "I scolded her. Kimberly grunted.
"You bitch!" she shouted. Then Kimberly returned the shoving. I forced myself between the two.
"No guys! Stop!"
"Stay out of it!" The girls yelled and pushed me out of the way. I ended up flipping over the trash can. Kim and Dylan stopped from the shock and then glared at each other. I felt the immense amount of anger radiating through my body and then my nails grew slightly into sharp and deadly weapons. The same thing happened for Kim and Dylan. I stood up.
"You two are going to regret that." I said in a monotone voice and then I shimmered out. The girls took one last look at each other before Kimberly shimmered away, followed by Dylan. Just another night out in Vegas? Not!
BTW: Okay, so obviously, this chapter is a two part chapter, but don't worry. I won't leave you hanging for long. I've already started the next chapter. It will be up soon. Review guys! :)