Hunters Of Late Night

Chapter 1

The Tonight Show hadn't been quite the same in the last few weeks of 2014. Jimmy hadn't actually told anyone, but he had been experiencing some strange goings on. He didn't know who else to turn to. The only other person who knew what was going on was Justin. So that's exactly who Jimmy called. It was about 12:30 on Tuesday, a week before Christmas, when the call was made. Of course, Justin didn't pick up straight away, so Jimmy left a message and waited... "Hey, Justin, it's Jimmy. I know it's pretty late, but I thought I'd give you a call... I've got a bad feeling. Strange things are going on... I think it might be Demons. Call me back when you get this. Okay? Bye~"

Justin, laying on the couch while drinking beer, felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, but he was too interested in the drama of American Horror Story to pick up. after a while, around 1, he read his voicemail while getting ready for bed. He put it on speaker while he washed his face, shutting the tap off instantly as Jimmy said demons. He looked to his phone sitting upon the counter and spat out water, grabbing his towel and then his phone. He pressed in a number or two and held out his phone while he washed his face, dialing the host.

Jimmy had just finished up some late night writing for the monologue that same evening when he felt his phone buzz. He smiled to himself. Typical, that Justin would take so long to respond. He picked up the phone and answered. "Well, it's about time you called back." He joked a little, mind still on the monologue.

The singer shook his head as he rubbed off his stubbled chin, a grin on his face. "You are actually up at this time?" he asked, quickly thinking about the voice mail. "Hey, the whole thing you called me about earlier, sorry I didn't get to it. There was some drama going on here and I needed to watch. It was important." Because Tate scaring the shit out of Violet is important.

James shrugged the comment off and sighed lightly. "Fine, I figured you'd be busy. Thanks for at least getting back. I need your help, man. It's kind of important. I've put salt around my office, just to be safe, but I don't know what's going on..." The talk show host explained, rubbing his wrist, where the anti-possession tattoo he had gotten was located, still partly covered by makeup.

The other sighed, looking at his tired face in the mirror. "I'll get the angel blades- why do you think demons? Did Higgins say something?" He walked out of his bathroom, passing his bedroom where his wife and child slept, and grabbed a shirt and jacket. "I'm on my way over, Jimmy."

The host cleaned the makeup off of his tattoo and grabbed the salt, phone on speaker. "Because I've been hunting for twenty eight years. I think I can tell a demon's work when I see it, Justin." He saved his progress on the computer to a flashdrive that he often wore like a pendant around his neck. "How long will it take you to get here, or should we meet up?"

Justin hesitated, looking back to his bedroom door. He huffed, then dropped his towel into a basket by the basement door and walked into the kitchen. "I can be there in twenty minutes if the family isn't there. Otherwise we can meet at... Maybe Joker's Bar? I don't really know what's open at two in the morning around here anymore."