Hunters Of Late Night

Chapter 6

There was Amy's house. Justin pulled up and slowly got out of HashTag, brandishing his blade. There was a fear in him of the unknown as he walked up the sidewalk to the front door. There was indeed a light on and there were muffled voices coming from inside. It wasn't quite clear if they were female or male.

He cautiously stepped up to the door, peering into the window to see someone sitting on the couch and another person pacing the living room in front of them. There was more yelling and it was then obvious that there was a woman.

Justin, heart racing, grabbed the door handle and opened the door, stepping in and shutting the door behind him. There was a silence period. Justin held his breath.

"Anyways," Amy said in a sassy twang, "as I was saying. You'll be dead, I'll kill Conan, Fallon, and Leno, and then I can hunt down the stupid vampire and angel."

The singer felt a pain at the attack on his love, his face twisting into a scowl. "Leno, Leno, Leno... You're still my friend, and you will be in Hell!"

Justin sharply turned the corner and leapt at Amy, suddenly being tackled to the ground. There was a ruckus upon the floor which managed to end with Justin relaxing his grip on his blade and the sides of his face being grabbed.

"Justin?!" Dan asked. Justin opened his bright blue eyes to see his angel pinning him down, a bewildered look upon his face. The singer looked to the couch and saw no one there, then back to Dan. Something was up.

"Danny, please tell me what's going on here."

"I don't know, babe."

"Can I at least have my personal space?" Dan quickly got off of the blond and helped him stand. Once Justin had a chance to grab his phone, he did, instantly calling Jimmy. He made sure to keep an eye on Dan, suspicious of his appearance and the lack of Amy's and Leno's. Dan stared at him, which wasn't unusual, but when Justin got a failed call beep, Dan suddenly was Seth Meyers, a blink of an eye into another person. Justin jumped back and Seth, Dan, whomever, smiled cheekily.

"Hey, Timberlake! Good to see you!" it said as Justin dropped his phone. The thing which looked like Seth cleared its throat and looked away, stepping closer and closer to him. "Ya know, Justin," it started, suddenly becoming Tina Fey, "You've always managed to make me laugh. Did you like my improv back there? My trap. I laughed at how you fell for it. See, you always make me laugh."

"Who are you?" Justin asked, voice shaking and his back slowly pressing against the wall. It became Jess, then Kimmel, and then back to Tina.

"It's me, silly! Jimmy! Fallon!"

"No, you're not. I know Jimmy and I'm pretty sure he doesn't change faces like that. Or bodies. Or clothes, now that I think about it."

"Oh, enough of that," it said as it became Dan once more. "You're ignorant and stupid. You have no thoughts, do you? Your mind is empty!"

"Stop it!" Justin screamed, coming to the realization that he was weaponless and phoneless. "Just stop!"

"Stop what, being your husband, your best friend? Who am I, Justin? Who am I?"

"You're... Daniel. You are my Daniel, my angel." This threw it off. Yes, it was, but no, it wasn't. It stopped looking threatening, looking to the human strangely. "Come here, babe, it's been a long night and I just wanna go to bed," Justin said, holding out his arms. The shapeshifter stepped forward cautiously, Justin taking a step with it. After a couple of steps, they were close enough to kiss, which was exactly what Justin did. Little did it know there was something else to his plan.

As soon as their lips touched, Justin being creeped out by the fact he was kissing his not-but-yet husband and reaching behind him to grab his angel blade. He was entranced by it, pulled in by the way he missed Daniel, but was strong enough to push past and force his blade through the shapeshifter's back. He felt his kiss end as the face of David Tennant backed away, stumbling back into the couch in a lightning flare. To add insult to injury, Justin punched him square in the face with his silver wedding band to send him to the floor, out cold.