AN:/ Saturday upload! This next week might have two uploads a day—I'm really stressing about the watty's! 

Also, there is some 'scottish dialect' in this—I'm going to comment on the inlines what their saying if people really struggle to understand. It was very fun to write but very strange trying to imagine how to spell things the way that people I know say them!

I hope you enjoy!

The road they stood on was incredibly narrow. Winding around the hill and bordered with lines of trees, it was almost impossible to see anything. Except through the small space a driveway had created to lead down to a cottage. Beyond that were glimpses of rippling blue water and mountains that had snow on the tips, but everything else was leaves. Deep green and purple leaves.

"Where exactly are we?" Bonnie asked as she stepped off the bus and into the morning sun, her hand shielding her eyes. "This is literally the middle of nowhere."

After Kimaris' moment of realisation, he had divulged little else. Instead, he'd quickly ushered them out of the takeaway and to the bus station in town, weaving through the dwindling groups of people, only to realise the bus services didn't start for a couple hours. At this, he'd muttered about the lack of public transport at night in the country and begrudgingly sat on one of the wooden benches. Bonnie and Gremory followed suit and settled in for a wait, eventually falling asleep. She'd expected he'd wake them after an hour or two, but it turned out that only two buses went to their location throughout the day, and so she caught up on a fair amount of sleep.

It was obvious they were in the highlands. Even without the ticket Kimaris had handed her with the word Inverness on it, she could have guessed that. But they'd taken a small country service after arriving in the city, and now she was unsure if she could even point at herself on a map.

"We're at Boleskine House," Kimaris answered, matter-of-factly, sliding sunglasses onto his nose.

Bonnie surveyed below them, taking in the humbly sized garden and washing hanging on the line. "And what's Boleskine House? A sweet countryside cottage that clearly houses a family?"

Kimaris smirked at her words while Gremory stretched, his fingers pointing towards the sky and his back letting out a resounding crack.

"That's not Boleskine House." He turned to point behind them. "That is."

The three of them stood side by side, watching as the bus let out a large pop before it pulled away. At first, Bonnie was even more confused because all she saw was a small brick building attached to the side of a locked metal gate. But then she followed the trail it guarded up the side of the green hill, and at the top she could see the burnt edges of a large bungalow. It must have been beautiful originally—the white paint stood out against the tones of the countryside and enhanced the detail along the window ledges, but now it was mostly cast in grey, the ash from flames dusting itself over the design. And while she would have assumed that it would be as quiet as the rest of the view, it seemed to bustle with life; Multiple yellow hats bobbed along the front of it, and the sound of machinery echoed down to them.

Kimaris frowned as he walked up to the gate, grabbing onto the laminated sign that had been tied to the bars. "It's closed for refurbishment," he grumbled, reading over the words. "Someone finally bought the place to do it up."

"We could just go up anyway," Gremory suggested, peering over his shoulder to read the note too. "I doubt anyone would stop us, or that they pay the workers enough to care."

The two of them considered the idea, gently tugging on the chain that was wound around the two halves of the gate.

Movement from the tiny building beside them caught Bonnie's eye and when beady ones met her own, she quickly moved across the road.

"Um, guys," she whispered, plastering a fake smile onto her lips. "Stop doing that."

The two men quickly whipped around as the door to the building opened, revealing a middle-aged man in a knitted sweater, peering at the group.

"Mornin', can I help ye?" he asked with a friendly smile that contrasted the guttural tones of his voice, his hand resting on the wood.

"We were wondering if we could get up to the house," Gremory said dramatically, in an accent that was nowhere near to his own and more suited the deep south of the United States. "We were hoping to get a peek while we were here visiting."

"I'm affa sorry," the man replied, a true look of disappointment on his features. "But it's closed tae visitors. All you'd see up there the noo is a work site even if I did let ye up."

The mans brows crumpled as he looked at Kimaris who had almost pushed his face fully through the bars, clearly trying to see further than what was possible.

"What happened?" Bonnie asked, pulling his attention to her as she shot Gremory a look of confusion but joined in with the personas he'd created.

"Ach, somebody set fire tae it—again, for the third time," he explained with a sigh, rubbing a hand across his fuzzy beard. "I've telt them it'll just keep happenin', because the spirits dinnae want it fixed, but naebody will listen to me."

The spirits?

"What kind of spirits?"

"Well, if ye ask me, I ken stories aboot these sorta things and—"

"Were all the outbuildings set on fire?" Kimaris asked bluntly, stopping Bonnie from asking more questions. The old man stared at the back of his head, bewildered while Gremory threw him a glare, clearly not pleased that he wasn't joining in with the accents. "The one to the northeast that used to be a stable, and the one further up the hill that used to store grain. Are they being fixed too?"

Kimaris had been here before.

"Naw, just the main building mostly. The outbuildings havny been touched fur at least half a decade. I'hink there's plans t'get tae them eventually, but it's far doon the line." The man stepped out from the doorway, suspicion lining his words as he crossed his arms, trying to get a better look at Kimaris. "Where'd y'guys say ye'd came from again?"

While Bonnie and Gremory's mouths floundered over something to say, Kimaris spun around with a grin, finally removing his head from the gate.

"The United States," he answered vaguely, stepping towards the man. "We're part of an international occult group that travels round finding places of relevance to our history."

At this, the man stopped being curious and retreated back into the doorway he'd come from, his eyes now wide with something resembling fear. Bonnie's own grew with him, and Gremory tried to stifle a laugh, covering it with a cough into his arm.

"I'm afraid yiv came here fae nothing then."

"Darn," Kimaris replied, slapping his hand against his knee. "When is the next bus back to town?"

"An hoor and a half," the man stated curtly, closing the door halfway, eyeing the space between them. "Theres benches doon near the loch ye can wait at, ken. Just follow the road and ye cannae miss it."

"Well, we actually—"

"Perfect!" Kimaris interjected, cutting off Gremory's suave attempt to persuade the man to let them through. "We'll head down there now, thank you so much for your help. Come on guys." And with that, he turned and walked away.

Bonnie quickly smiled and thanked the man, trying to appear casual as she followed Kimaris' striding figure, almost jogging to catch up with him as he took off back down the road. Gremory did the same, shouting 'have a rootin-tootin' day', before making his escape. The man, clearly still apprehensive of them, watched through a slit in the door as they disappeared from his view.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong," Gremory began after they were out of earshot, feet scuffing on the small stones under them. "But were we not meant to try and get into the house, or was that just a fun side quest you added on to make things more exciting?" Gremory noticed Bonnie's raised brow. "Yes—I enjoy video games."

"We were," Kimaris replied, throwing his voice over his shoulder. "But if you hadn't noticed, the place was crawling with people and definitely not abandoned like we assumed. Therefore, Plan B."

"Ah, of course, Plan B!" Gremory shouted, following his figure which seemed to stretch like the trees. He bent towards Bonnie with a strained smile. "Any idea what Plan B is?"

She scoffed. "I didn't even know what plan A was, what makes you think I have any idea?"

"True," Gremory said, seemingly giving up on the questioning. "You know, I never get sick of the Scottish accent, each place changes it so brilliantly. It never gets old."

"No, just difficult to understand sometimes," Bonnie joked, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

"Not you though, yours isn't very strong. Especially for where you live." Gremory glanced over to her. "Why is that?"

Bonnie shrugged. "I grew up around a lot of different accents."

Abruptly, Kimaris stopped a few metres in front of them and veered to the right, disappearing from sight and ending their conversation.

"He's not going to wait for us, is he?"

With a groan, the two of them quickly sped up, almost jogging to keep up with him.

They slowed down to a stop when they came to an opening. The trees had suddenly made room for a large open space below them, which was littered with grey headstones. They poked up from the ground in perfect sequence, looking to have been there quite some time. The loch behind that was sparkling in the sun, and had it not been for the graveyard, it would have been one of the most beautiful sights Bonnie had ever seen. Yet again, perhaps it still was, albeit slightly morbid.

Kimaris had already started descending the stairs, a happy whistle following him as he headed for the path which wound itself around through the space.

"So, the new plan is to hang out in a graveyard?" Bonnie looked at Gremory who was looking as confused as she felt. "Has he gone mad?"

"It's hard to tell," he mumbled, "He was already pretty mad to begin with."

With one final look at each other, they sighed and followed his trail, moving quicker than the languid pace he had slowed down to. He was perusing the headstones, as though truly a tourist visiting the area, reading the names one by one.

When they got to him, they stood on either side, joining in pretending to read the large old headstone in front of them. Half of the letters had crumbled away and the remaining ones looked faded from the sun and moss which had overgrown it. The date 1832 was carved into the top.

"What are we doing here?" Gremory asked, an almost annoyed tone slipping through. "Is this the coastal route down to the loch or something?"

"No."

His blunt reply was a shock to both of them, and she almost wanted to laugh at the taken aback expression on the blonde's face. He was silent for a moment as his head shook, watching Kimaris step to the next gravestone without anymore explanation. Bonnie followed, looking from him to the graves as she tried to piece the puzzle together.

"No?" Gremory let out a single laugh as he stepped up, trying to block his wandering view. "Could you be a little more specific with that?"

His lips lifted, and he took off his sunglasses. "Bonnie—what do you see?"

Bonnie straightened up, unsure of what she was meant to say and not expecting to be a part of the conversation. She looked around the sunlit space, her eyes roaming over the rustling grass that bent in the breeze.

"Um... a graveyard?"

"Over beside the fence," Kimaris instructed, his voice levelled, but eyes flickering in the correct direction.

Between the trees she could see a man bent down in front of one stone. He wasn't leaving anything, instead he appeared to be throwing dirt into a hole with a large spade. "There's someone filling in a grave."

His lips stretched in pleasure as he moved another few steps, lifting his head to the sun. "And?"

She searched again, her eyes now looking for other things out of the ordinary. They quickly spotted the brown patches of soil that she hadn't seen before, sticking out so obviously against the green. There had to be at least ten. "There's fresh soil on plots."

"And why is that odd?" he urged, a smug smile breaking out as he faced Gremory.

Her forehead crinkled, putting the pieces together. "Because the stones all look old, and there's no way that people have recently been buried here?"

"Bingo."

Despite her own confusion, something seemed to click in Gremory's mind and his expression quickly changed. He threw his own head back and groaned at the sky, eyes squeezed shut. "But I didn't bring a nose plug."

Kimaris laughed and slapped a hand onto his back, moving past him to continue down the path that was slowly inching towards the edge of the graveyard.

"Would someone care to explain?" Bonnie tried, looking between the two men who were getting further apart.

Gremory mumbled something under his breath, his lips moving at a speed so quick that she did not know if he was cursing or praying. Eventually, he sighed and brought his chin to his chest, his fingers rubbing onto the side of his scalp.

"A particular... acquaintance of ours has a habit of moving bodies."

Bonnie waited, but all she got was silence as they peered around the graveyard, trying to look inconspicuous.

"You're joking, right?"

"No joke," Kimaris answered as he leaned back to survey the space behind the brick wall that came up to his hips. "It used to be quite a fun game—for him obviously. Not so much for the workers who found the bodies in the wrong place. I could assume that would be quite horrifying."

"Yeah, no shit," Bonnie mumbled, glancing over to the older man who had finally finished filling the grave. His withered expression now made far more sense. "No wonder that guy thought this place was cursed."

"He's not entirely wrong," Gremory winced, his voice lowering to a mumble. "Bifrons is a bit of a nightmare to have around."

"Bifrons?"

Before Gremory can explain, both their attentions were taken by Kimaris who made a small noise of effort as he did a final check of his surroundings. Then he calmly vaulted over the brick wall behind him, disappearing from view. Gremory and Bonnie blinked at each other for a second before rushing across and peering over.

He stood a few metres below, looking up at them expectantly, perfectly intact and enjoying himself amongst the knee-length grass. She felt relieved, but only for a moment as she realised they were most likely meant to follow him.

"Are there stairs?" she meekly asked, judging the distance with wary eyes. "I'm not particularly athletic."

"It's easy," Gremory assured, placing his hand on the wall. "Watch, like this."

And then he did the exact thing Kimaris did, with the same elegance and ease to it that made Bonnie want to punch him. That didn't assure her at all.

"I can do this," she whispered, putting her weight onto her hands that were pressing into the mossy stone as she began to lift a leg over the edge, both boys now below watching.

"Could you hurry up?" Kimaris moaned, looking along the wall at the side where the man had been working. "We're trying not to draw attention to ourselves."

"Yes, I got that," Bonnie hissed back, wondering if they made the wall strong enough for someone hanging off of it. "I'm just figuring out how to not die."

"You won't die, it's literally about ten feet."

Somehow the dulcet tones of Kimaris did nothing to ease her panic as she got both feet over and began trying to lower herself down.

"We're right here, we'll catch you if you need it."

Had her face not been pressed to the wall, she would have smiled at Gremory's kind offer. But as her fingers became the only things keeping her steady, she struggled to feel safe.

"How far down is the ground? If I just keep lowering myself, do you think there's somewhere else for me to climb down to or—"

"Oh, for the love of all that is holy."

She could tell, even with her back to them, that the annoyed footsteps making their way over to her belonged to Kimaris. Her mouth opened to ask what he was doing but his hands had already attached themselves to her thighs, gripping onto them tightly. In a blink, her weight was gone as he lifted her from the wall, his long limbs making light work of her. He was right, it really wasn't that high.

As he set her down, she tried to stem the embarrassed—and slightly impressed—reaction to his strength, brushing her hands against her clothes quickly as he stepped back.

"Thanks," she choked out, averting her eyes anywhere that wasn't him. "The view is so pretty from here."

"Whatever, can we go now?"

Gremory bit his lip as Kimaris pushed past him and headed further into the trees, his amused grin threatening to stretch his lips. Bonnie threw an elbow lightly into his side as he stepped up to her, already knowing that he was going to say something that would make her blush.

"Don't," she ordered, making him lift his hands in defeat as they both followed the looming figure heading deeper into the green wilderness. "What are we even doing here?"

"I often find it's better to just trust and find out when we get there," Gremory stated, holding a branch out the way for Bonnie to duck under. "With Kimaris at least, he doesn't give much away."

"I'm starting to get that," she replied, carefully stepping through while keeping an eye on his broad shoulders in the distance. The few trees had turned into a forest and she doubted they'd be able to find him again if he disappeared. "Have you ever been here before?"

"This particular area—no. But, Boleskine House—yes. To be honest, I only know a few daemons that haven't been, even if it was only the once."

"Really?" She asked, jumping over a suspicious-looking pile of mud. "How come? Is this some sort of daemon hang out or something?"

"Not exactly," he laughed, following her trail. "But we did used to get summoned here frequently, some more than others depending on their talents. Kimaris was one of the more favoured individuals, he's been here a lot more than I have. Crowley found him pretty useful."

"Crowley? Like the character?" She'd heard the name in several things—tv shows, movies, even music. "He's real?"

"Aleister Crowley was—yeah," Gremory laughed, with a shrug of his shoulders. "They all had to be based on someone, didn't they?"

"I mean yeah, I'd just never really considered it," Bonnie confessed, a little in awe of how much truth might be in certain histories. "And he lived here?"

"He did for a little while, but it was over a hundred years ago. Since then there's been musicians, filmmakers, even a few families," Gremory's expression tightened. "Although, that wasn't always a happy ending."

"Why not?" She asked instinctively, but deep down she already knew the answer. His frown confirmed it. "Because Bifrons is here."

Gremory nodded. "Supernatural experiences do things to certain people, especially when done by malicious beings. The unexplainable can... change them."

Bonnie didn't need to know more, she had only had the one experience with a being that she couldn't comprehend, and she hated to think how she would have been if she hadn't found out the truth after it. Not to mention if it was to a child.

"You guys were summoned here too, right?" She asked after avoiding a prickly bush. "So, why don't you all live here, why is it just Bifrons?"

"Because Aleister Crowley knew what he was doing."

She hadn't even realised that Kimaris had come to a stop, or that they had caught up to him. His figure grew as he stood fully, unfurling himself from the position he had been in as he investigated a collection of rocks and the wall they leaned on. To her they just looked like stones, but he was squinting at them intensely as he rummaged around, and it made her think they might not be so normal after all.

"What do you mean?"

Kimaris looked at her as though she should already know.

"When you summon a demon, or an angel, or whatever thing you expect to aide you, getting them here is only half of it. The other half is to send them back. If you don't do that part, then you end up with situations like Bifrons." He stopped glaring at her to reassess the rock structure in front of him, walking around the bottom of the wall. "Crowley summoned him, along with a few others, to complete a ritual. The ritual itself took months but part of the way through he was ordered to visit a different country, and in the rush, he forgot about Bifrons, the sneaky bastard. Luckily, he'd summoned him in the correct hour originally so he couldn't escape, otherwise we might be having a very different conversation."

"How so?"

Kimaris didn't respond and instead walked out of view, disappearing behind the formation. Bonnie turned to Gremory for the answer. He threw a scowl at where he had last been seen before sighing and facing her.

"Every daemon—whether good or evil in whoever's eyes—has a time in which they can be summoned and bound successfully. That means they stay contained and at your service. If you summon them out with that time..." he trailed off, a grimace taking over his features.

"Then they can do what they want?" she guessed, swallowing the fear that had crept up her throat. "Like go out into the world?"

"Or kill you." Bonnie almost screamed as Kimaris' voice popped up next to her, his eyes fixed as he pushed past and began tapping on the stone wall. "That's why it's so important to get it right, and lucky for us Crowley always did. We would live in an extremely altered world if he'd got it wrong. Ah-ha!"

As a sound that resembled a crack of lightening ripped through the area, the stone that he had been obsessing over split, and with a shove he made a gap big enough to fit his body through, his fingers peeling round the edges of it.

Bonnie gaped at the large tunnel standing in front of them. The hill it lived under was unassuming, and she would have barely glanced at it had Kimaris not stopped there. Who would have known that underneath lay a passageway to an unknown place.

Kimaris turned smugly, pride lining his features as he pointedly looked at her, slapping his hands together. "Hows that for a useless talent, hmm?"

In all honesty, faced with angels, hypnosis, and the information overload that was the truth about daemons, she'd forgotten about their argument quickly. But clearly—he hadn't.

"You expect me to go in there?" Bonnie asked, a tilt to her voice that hoped he didn't as she ignored his statement. "What does it even lead to?"

"Under Boleskine House," Kimaris stated simply. "And yes, you're up."

She pulled her gaze away from the tunnel to stare at him, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"I'm sorry—what?"

"How do I explain this in basic forms..." He mused, pretending to rub the stubble on his chin as if pondering. "Bifrons will smell us coming, but if you go first, he won't. We need to talk to him because he has an ear in both realms so to speak. This place has a lot of power and his legions can move between the two more freely than usual."

Bonnie stared at the dark-haired man who clearly thought he had done a good job, before turning to the blonde who was looking at her with sympathy.

"I'm the bait, aren't I?"

Gremory sighed. "Yeah. You are."

"Fantastic," Bonnie laughed incredulously, the sound ricocheting through the trees. "Is this why you wanted to bring me? To be bait?"

"Yes—"

"No," Gremory forcefully answered, putting a hand on her arm to take her attention from Kimaris whose uncaring shrug had made her want to scream. "I had no idea we were coming here, I swear. But he's right. This might be our only shot at getting him where we want him."

His blue eyes didn't lie, behind them she could see that he really meant what he was saying, and that they needed her. It was a strange feeling. Although terrifying, it had been a long time since someone had depended on her this much—even if it was just to use her life as a trap. If Kimaris was the only one to ask her, then she'd probably have argued some more or outright refused to do it. But Gremory... well, saying no to him reminded her of saying no to a golden retriever.

"If I go in," she began, holding up a hand at their relieved expressions. "I said IF I go in—where will you two be?"

"We'll be right behind you," Gremory assured, squeezing her forearm with a comforting warmth.

"Well, in theory, yes. But there will be a bit of distance between us," Kimaris interrupted, his brows pulling together as he looked at Gremory over her head. "What? This won't work if we're too close together. I'm just telling the truth."

"Well, yeah but you could have been a little gentler about it."

"I was being gentle! I could have said—"

"Please don't!" Bonnie yelled, covering her ears as she tried to slow down the beating of her heart. "Just stop, and I'll go."

Both men shut up immediately, the surprise in their eyes vivid under the sunlight peeking from over the top of them. When it was clear that they weren't going to continue, she brought her hands down and curled them into fists, trying to find the courage to walk with purpose straight into the dark abyss of the unknown.

When her fingers were no longer tingling, she figured it was the best she was going to get.

"I'm just going to say one thing," she announced as she stepped into the mouth of the tunnel, clicking on the torch on her phone. "And that's if I die: do not let my body get moved from its grave, or I swear to god, I'll haunt you—daemon or not."