Two Worlds V

II

Vincent...

After digging a shallow hole at a crossroads, I enclosed one of my IDs in a tin box and buried it. I stepped back and looked around. I breathed heavily, and turned to see a woman with light brown hair and bright green eyes in a black dress.

"Vincent Bryant," She said, "It's been, what? Four hours?"

"Who are you?" I asked.

She smiled, "I'm almost hurt you don't remember me, raven. It's Cas' lover."

"Fergus?" I asked, looking at her.

"Hello," She smiled, "What can I help you with?"

"I want to make a deal."

"I can see that."

I sighed heavily, "I want to sell my soul in exchange I get to be a demon."

She looked at me, "You want to be a demon?" She asked, "This is a first,"

"So?" I asked, "It's your job to make these deals, so make it happen."

"Alright," She sighed, "Ten years?"

"Give me 5 days," I said, then thought, "And two tickets to the Seether concert in 2 days."

"5 days?" She asked.

"The sooner the better, I still have things to get in order."

"Of course," She said, "Might I ask about who you'll take to the concert?"

"That's for me to know." I said, and she nodded. She then kissed me and I cringed slightly. She got away from me and started backing away.

"I'll see you in 5 days, then." She snapped and in her place were two tickets to the concert. I breathed heavily and picked them up. I put them in my jacket pocket then headed back to my car.

I sat back and covered my eyes with my palms. It's been decided. In 5 days, I'd be ripped to shreds, then taken to hell and turned into a demon. I uncovered my eyes and started the car again. My phone started ringing and I answered.

"Hey, it's Cas," I heard her say, and felt myself smile.

Cas...

After getting back to the bunker, I called up Vincent.

"Alright, see you in a couple days," I said.

"Thanks for calling," Vincent told me.

"No problem," I said, "Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and heard something around the corner. I started walking towards it.

"Ow," Someone was saying quietly, "Ow, ow, ow, ow," I looked and saw Guy sitting with his shorts. He was sewing on a strip of green cloth to the side, and poking himself with the needle.

"What are you doing?" I asked, and he sucked his pricked thumb as he looked at me.

"Nothing," He said, and I huffed.

"Tell me," I said, crossing my arms.

"I'm trying to make something to hold this," He reached over and put up his axe.

I nodded slightly then went to him. I sat next to him and took the shorts from him and looked at what he had did.

"It's not strong enough." I said.

"What?" He asked.

"You need to make the stitching closer," I said, and started sewing it. He watched me as I concentrated. I pulled back on the string and looked at him, "You get it?" He smiled and nodded. I gave the shorts and needle back to him and he went back to work, "I'll get you some Band-Aids for those." I got up.