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why,” Alice said.
                  Sam flipped the light switch on and began to dress, searching the room to find his clothes. “Get dressed, Gigi. We have to go now.”
                  Gigi didn't argue and began to put her clothes on, having to search even harder as hers were tossed everywhere. Alice just sat on the bed and watched, wondering if she should try to stop them.
                  “Don't even think about stopping us,” Sam said as if reading her mind. “We are going to get those two, I don't care if the devil himself is standing in our way.”
                  Gigi had never seen this side of Sam. He was always so confident, arrogant even. She was hearing something in his voice she'd never heard before. Could it be―fear?
                  “I'm not stopping you. I just hope you know what you're getting into,” Alice said.
                  Sam stared a hole in her as he finished dressing, pulling his cell phone from his pocket once he was done. “Where is he? Where's Damian?”
                  “I don't know, and I wouldn't tell you if I did,” Alice said, only partially lying.
                  Sam knew she was probably not telling the truth, but decided not to press the issue. “Come on Gigi, let's get out of here. And you,” he said, pointing to Alice, “better not cross my path again.”
                  “Yeah, yeah, get out of here doggie, and take your bitch with you,” Alice said, lying back in bed exasperated.
                  “What did you say?” Gigi said, moving towards Alice with teeth bared. Sam grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door.
                  “We have things to do and places to be, forget this trailer trash,” Sam said. “I have to make a phone call and then we have to get on the road.”
     
     
                  “Did you just say―I thought you said―I heard―did you just say fuck my girlfriend?” Bo stammered.
                  “Yes, that's what I said. You two aren't virgins, are you?” Damian asked as he started to undress.
                  “No, we're not virgins! But we've only been with each other! And this is―I can't―what?” Bo said, incredulous.
                  “Do you know what a tantric shaman is? Either of you?” Damian asked.
                  “You're like a sorcerer or something?” Bo said.
                  “I know tantric has something to do with sex,” Candy said, finally speaking up.
                  “I get my power through sex. And since it's been a while and we've got monsters breathing down our necks, I need power or we all three die. And frankly, you're not my type, so that leaves her,” Damian said.
                  “But―this is―I can't―UGH!” Bo said, clearly upset.
                  “So does this mean you'll help us?” Candy said.
                  “I don't have a choice now, they'll be coming to see me regardless. Plus, no offense, but this is one fucked up situation. I've been a little bored lately and I want to see this shit play out,” Damian said, shrugging. “Or maybe I'm making all this up and I just want to fuck your girlfriend,” he said to Bo.
                  “What!” Bo said, eyes wide.
                  “I'm fucking with you. But seriously, I do need to fuck your girlfriend. Trust me, in a few minutes you won't mind at all. The spell has―side-effects.”
                  “What does that mean?” Candy said.
                  “You'll see, but we need to get started. I'm serious, I'm going to need some power to deal with what's coming, and we don't have all night.”
                  “We have power! I can shift and so can she! You don't need to--” Bo started.