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Beautiful Twilight : Bible Break Down V

(Adults only, please. )

Spice gave a quiet sigh and frowned when she reached the point where she could still feel Sparkle's presence at it's strongest. After Margie's phone call, she left immediately to try and track her sibling down, and now she was standing outside of the church closet to Sparkle's apartment. Things were looking worse and worse.

Although her intentions were noble and in the whole hearted best interests of her sister, Spice felt a pang of guilt when she knelt down to pick the lock in front of the church. The twin double doors swung open slowly and Spice stood up, letting her eyes adjust to the gloomy room. Boldly, she strolled in with a purpose, ears perked for the slightest sound of danger. With the dimly lit room effecting her sense of sight, all of her other senses nearly doubled in effectiveness. She couldn't see- but she could feel the soft, velvety carpet of the floor beneath her feet. She could taste the stale, stagnant air, and she could smell the scent of drying blood from somewhere close. And somewhere, she could swear she heard someone mumbling quietly. She chalked that one up, however, to imagination, and peered through the gloom, trying to make out what she could.

Beside her, she could make out the shadowy forms of row after row of benches leading up to a raised stage and podium at the front of the church. Behind that was a large cross shape with a figure tied to it. For a brief, fur raising second, Spice feared she knew exactly who it was...

"S...Spark?" she hissed, squinting though the darkness as she approached. The figure didn't move, and when she finally got close enough, she gave a sigh of relief. It was a dummy, set up to represent Christ.

"God...gimmie a break, where is she..." Spice grumbled quietly, her shoulders slumping for a moment. She had to focus and concentrate. She could feel Sparkle's presence strongly, but she knew that her sister wasn't here. Something had happened though, and if she searched long enough, she was positive she'd find some clues. That's when everything happened seemingly at once. First, the lights came on, blinding her temporarily and flooding the room with an illuminant glow. Spice didn't have time to look around though; she was already moving. She tucked instantly into a well practiced roll and slid behind the podium for cover. She didn't know what was going on, but it was better to have something to hide behind and look like a fool, then to get shot and end up dead. Footsteps were next on the list of what happened, followed by a voice...

"Hello? Spark?!..."A male. Raccoon. Unarmed. She leapt from her hiding spot, grasped him by the collar of his shirt, and slammed her forehead into his. He was out like a light- and Spice grinned to herself. She'd found herself a clue.

It was a short trip back to Spice's apartment, and as soon as she got the coon into a chair and tied up, she could get to her favorite part: Interrogation. The raccoon was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a black jacket, and a white shirt. Around his neck was a black and white collar, which Spice was sure to have some sort of religious significance, but she didn't know specifically what it meant, and she didn't really care. To her, he was someone to question. At worst, he wouldn't know anything, and she'd let him go, but at best- He'd lead her directly to Spark- and all she had to do, was wait until he woke up...

Jacob groaned quietly, his head throbbing. Like someone was throwing a rave in his brain and some jerk had turned the speakers up to 11. He gave a helpless little tug at the ropes and bound him and gave a soft sigh. The ropes were far to tight to wiggle free of, and the chair he was forced to remain in wasn't budging. He wasn't going anywhere at all. With that in mind, he shook his head to clear away his blurred vision, and took a look at his surroundings.

At first, he figured he was in some sort of bunker. A bomb shelter of sorts, as there were canned good, army objets and weapons of every single size, shape and caliber strewn about the room. Guns and ammo racked the walls, the shelves, cabinets and display cases. There were several about the floor, some even along the ceiling: it was a complete arsenal. Someone had robbed an army or something. There was no carpet to speak of, just dry, cracked concrete with terrifying dents here and there, and faded splatters of red dried out paint along the floor.

The most frightening thing about all of this- however, was the realization that he wasn't in some hidden underground bunker, or some strange military outpost. He was in someone's apartment. He didn't see her sit down, and he didn't even hear her approach, but quite suddenly, he was sitting nose to nose with someone. A wolf. A female wolf- the one he'd been looking for! Spark!!

"Your alive!" Was the first words to spill from his lips- after that everything else was garbled, since the wolf had grabbed him by the throat.

"Shut it. I don't wanna hear a word from you unless your answering me a question- comprende?" The wolf hissed. Jacob stared, wide eyed at the fur who had kidnapped him. Spark. Spark had kidnapped him, after she'd saved his life only a few hours before...what was going on?!

"SO! Here's the deal! I don't know you, you don't know me. Introductions aside, you're here for one reason and one reason only: To provide me information. So to quote from one of my favorite movies, you've got three options:

Option one: You talk, there's no pain.

Option two: You don't talk, I take your thumbs off with a hammer.

Option three: I like to very the details a little bit, but the punch line is: you die. So, here's my simple little question. Where. Is. Spark." Spice growled. The raccoon gave a sheepish whimper, his ears splaying against his skull in fear.

"W, wait. Wait wait wait. What's going on? Whadda mean where is she?! Your right there!!"

"I am not a very patient wolf. I'm asking questions, your asking questions, no answers. I want answers. I don't like to wait. We're gonna try this again. Where's. My. Sister."

"Your Sparkle's...! Ok! Ok! I get it! Twins! Your twins?! All I know is, she saved me! We were in her apartment, and these two guys appeared and tried to kill her and myself. "

"Start from the top, why were you in her apartment, sleazebag."

"I was invited!"

"...Spark invited you; a church guy, into her apartment? That shit doesn't make any sense asshole! She hates you people! But...maybe...never mind! Next question. Who is Sharon?

"A mouse that frequents the church I preach at. "

"Why is she trying to kill Spark?"

"Spark is a w...Spark...Sharon thinks Sparkle has magical abilities. She came to me, going on and on about how, how she was a witch or something. And that she needed to be burned at the stake, and, and crazy talk! "

"Yes. My sister has magical abilities. That's all? THAT'S what this is all about?!" Spice hollered, the tension in her voice raising, and an intense hatred filling her eyes. Jacob gulped.

"Not just that. Spark drinks, and has relationships with other women. She's..."unclean" in Sharon's eyes. "He said as calmly as possible. Spice sneered.

"THAT?! THAT'S WHAT THIS IS ABOUT?! Your telling me that BITCH, is trying to off my blood because Spark's doing what she wants to with her own fucking life?! "She spat. The wolf stood up, then sat back down, her fingers twitching with anger and her teeth were bared, as if she were trying to convince herself not to kill the messenger...

"T, that is correct. Sharon claims she's been cursed by your sister, and, and she thinks the only way to undo it is to kill her.."

"A curse....no. No, my sister doesn't curse other furs. Your wrong. Sparkle has never used her powers to hurt anyone. "

"I know. That's the reason Sparkle invited me over. She didn't actually curse Sharon, it's all in her head. It was a big production! Sparkle says she did it all with a magic marker."

"...That DOES sound like Spark. She always did like a good prank... This "Sharon" must have done something really fucking low to make Spark want to simulate a curse. "

"Sparkle claims Sharon tried to destroy her bar, with her inside. She says she planted a bomb at her building...and, and I hate to say it, but it does sound like something Sharon might be capable of. "

"That would do it. Sparkle loves that place more then life itself. The people who work for her are like family to her...damn. Yeah, she'd be peeved if that ever happened- and it's a trick to tick my sister off. Which brings us to you. I was under the impression all you church goers were friends, but I somewhat gather you and "Sharon" don't get along very well."

"I would never condone Sharon's actions! Ever! She's completely out of control, and gives the church a horrid name!"

"Where is she."

"Sharon? I....what are intentions?"

"I'm going to tear her fur off and roll her about in salt and lemon juice."

"I...I'm afraid I cannot release that information. I can't let you bring her to harm. "

"Damn shame. You sit tight, I'm going to get my hammer. " Spice hissed and without another word, the wolf stood up and padded off into another room, hidden from Jacob's view. When she returned, she was carrying a wicked looking hammer. It was a terrifying item. It was a little bigger then a regular hammer, and instead of the end where one would pry up nails- there were long, silvery spikes. Instead of a dull, flat end for pounding nails, it was a big silvery spike studded metallic ball. Seeing it made Jacob's fur raise on end and Spice stood in front of him, giving him an horrifying, sadistic grin.

"W, wait! You can't do this!"

"Oh...I think I can. See, I'm no fuckin' cop. I ain't the FBI and I don't give a damn about your fuckin' rights. The only thing you need to know right now- is that your tied up, and I'm in charge. And I'm the one holding the hammer. You can either tell me what I wanna know, or spend the next several, several months, trying to learn to walk again. Your call. I'll protect my sister from people like you by whatever means necessary, and if you with hold information from me, that might lead to her safety, then I'm going to pry it out of you. "The wolf snarled quietly, gripping the rubbery grasp of the hammer firmly. She lifted it over her head, and waited for his response.

"I...I can't! I can't let you kill her! I can't!" Jacob shouted, tears starting to develop in his eyes. He was going to die. He was going to die from this mad woman, all to protect another mad woman's life!!

"I WAS hoping you'd have a lead you'd give me, but since you won't give it to me- I'll take it from you. You get one more chance. Talk. Or I beat you within an inch of your fucking life.

"She...I...She lives next door to Spark. We all live on the same floor."

"Information I already know dick weed! Where is she now?! Where would she have taken Spark?!

"I don't know!! I don't know her plans!!!"

"You're a filthy fucking liar. "

"NO! I'm not!!"

"Say good bye to your legs, asshole."

"NO! W, WAIT! STOP!!" Jacob screamed. He tensed his body, and waited for the blow to come, rendering him to agonizing suffering. Suddenly, he almost laughed when the sound of someone knocking on the door stopped the hammer from destroying one of his legs. It was so timely it could have been in a T.V show of sorts. The wolf frowned and peered down at the priest, before glancing at the door. There was another knock...Slowly, Spice padded over towards the door, hammer held up and in one paw for defense.

"....Jesus?" She asked quietly. She was about to beat the tar out of a priest....who knew?

"Not quite. Open the door. " A voice answered back. Spice felt her blood freeze. She knew that voice...oh, it was worse then Jesus...far worse!!

"Um...I'm kinda busy right now."

"Open the door, Spice. I need to speak with you immediately. " The voice called back. It was female- Jacob could tell that much. Flat and bitter the other voice was very clear when it spoke. Spice groaned quietly.

"Can't this wait! I'm doing something important myself in here, ya know!"

"Cleaning your weapons collection isn't nearly as important as the information I desire. I assume your aware of our sister's fate? Open the door. " The voice growled. Spice groaned. Spark...she had information about Spark. It couldn't wait...Spice sighed deeply, closed her eyes, and let her head thud against the door in defeat. Shit. She twisted the knob, and let the door swing open.

Standing in the doorway was another wolf. This one, from what Jacob could see, was taller, and standing upright and very straight. She was wearing what looked like a business suit. A navy blue blazer with big golden buttons on the front, and a blue tight skirt that stopped around her knees. In one arm she was holding a briefcase and in the other, cradled to her chest a clipboard. She was wearing a pair of blue high heels, and strolled in the moment the door was opened, leaving a "click, click, click" sound in her wake. Her face resembled Spice's slightly. Same plump muzzle, same coal nose, same large pointed ears. Instead of the soft sadness and humor of Sparkle's eyes, or the harsh anger, and brash recklessness of Spice's eyes, this wolf had a cobalt set of steel blue eyes. Her eyes were cold as ice and she didn't show the slightest glint of humor at all. Her brown hair was wrapped up in a tight bun behind her head, with two large pins to hold it in place, forming an X shape. Jacob stared as she strolled in boldly, holding herself with power and poise. He was in awe of her and he didn't even know her name- but he was positive the wolf was someone not to trifle with. She stopped when she saw him, turned to glare at Spice, and proceeded to sit down at the dining table in the kitchen of the "apartment."

"Spark has been kidnapped." the new wolf said. Spice groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Tell me something I don't know."

The two that broke into her apartment earlier have been apprehended by local authorities, and are currently being detained at the police station. "

"...Really?"

"That is correct. They deny the charges, but the evidence is secure enough to provide a decent case against them. They'll be convicted." The wolf explained, and then glanced over towards Jacob again, whom gulped. The new wolf stood up slowly, flattened her skirt and strolled towards Jacob, whom was still sprawled out on his back, tied firmly to the chair. Spice was standing in the corner, frowning as the wolf did this, but did not intervene.

"And who are you?" She asked. Jacob felt his heart freeze for a moment, and he hesitated to answer the question. When he didn't respond, the wolf cast a glare towards Spice, and then looked back down at him. She pointed towards him, and growled.

"Lift him up, please. I wish to speak with him on eye level. "

"I'm not your fucking servant. "

"Indeed you are not. I wish to acquire a simple set of facts from this individual. So, if you'd please?"

"What?"

"Spice. I want to talk with him, and find out what he knows. "

"He don't know nothin'. I already questioned him.

"I'd like to try myself, if you don't mind. Do recall that any information we receive could be vital to Spark's survival. I suggest you co-operate. " The wolf offered, and Spice growled softly, the fur on her back beginning to raise in anger. Still, she stomped over in her big combat boots, and lifted Jacob and his chair with one arm as if he were a rag doll.

"Happy?" She snapped towards the other wolf. The second wolf didn't speak, and instead grasped another chair and sat down in front of Jacob. Now at closer inspection, Jacob could tell the two were sister's. They looked a great deal like one and other, only the wolf sitting in front of him was wearing a pair of large, thick glasses and had a permanent glare on her muzzle like he'd never seen before. He briefly, wondered if she were even capable of smiling...

"My name. Is Silvia Lucille Shadowpaw, among family and friends, I am known as Sugar." She explained quietly, and Jacob's eyes bulged in recognition. He was sitting in front of a celebrity. Sugar Shadowpaw, he'd never heard of, but Silvia Shadowpaw...He'd read before, that a Silvia Shadowpaw was one of the leading experts in the field of genetics, and biology. Of course, that didn't mean much at the moment, as she glared for a long moment, before sitting back to cross her legs.

"I wish to know of your involvement in my sister's disappearance. Please disclose any and all information regarding your knowledge of the situation. "She says. Her voice was clear and crisp. Like crystal- and cold as ice.

"I...I'm a priest that preaches at the church near Sparkle's apartment. I'd only run into Spark a few times before last Sunday, but I was getting ready to go to church when I overheard a conversation between Spark and Sharon. Sharon is a mouse whom comes to the church. She's very frenetic about religion. Obsessed with it, in fact. The type that ...that..."

"Kills people for being different." Spice interjected. Sugar shot her one of those famous glares again, and Spice growled.

"Please continue." Sugar said quietly, and Jacob gave a deep sigh.

"Spark and Sharon were having an argument. Sharon was telling Spark that she was a horrible person because she...Spark does some questionable things. They exchanged some heated words, and after that, I told Spark that she shouldn't listen to Sharon. On Monday night, Sharon apparently, tried to plant a bomb at Sparkle's bar and Sparkle stopped her. But Spark tells me that's not all of it. She says Sharon fell asleep, and she scribbled some hearts on Sharon's...well, a particular place on her body. Sharon is under this bizarre impression that Spark is a witch, and Spark says she did that to simulate a curse. I don't know why she would want to escalate things, but she seemed like she was having a very good laugh from it. That's what she wanted to talk to me about this evening. The curse and what's been going on, but it was cut short. Two men entered the apartment, and attacked with guns. Sparkle, ...Sparkle..." Jacob shuddered and shook his head, groaning.

"It's impossible...it was impossible. " He muttered to himself- and while he was doing that, Sugar had proceeded to stand up, and begin to untie him from the chair.

"Continue. "She demanded, and Jacob looked up at her curiously, watching as she undid the ties that bound him to the chair. He stood up slowly and rubbed at his wrists, glancing down at the wolf, whom seemed to share her sister's distain for waiting.

"Sparkle tried to defend me...I...I don't know how. She dove into the kitchen and I dove behind the couch. Suddenly she was next to me, telling me to run for her room. So I got up and so did she, only....o, only they took a shot at Spark and she yelled "Shield." When she did, the bullet was deflected like...like a shield came out of no where! The bullet slammed into one of the other guys and there was blood everywhere! So, she grabs me by the wrist, and we run into her room, where she shuts the door and locks it. She throws the balcony doors open, and she forces me out onto the balcony, and yells for me to jump. Before I could say anything she pushes me out, yells "Feather fall" and we're floating towards the ground! I know, I know how it sounds, but this...this is what happened. When we're on the ground, and pulls me into a hug and tells me to think of the safest place I've ever been. So, so I tell her under my bed when I was a kid. ...And then...

"And then you were there." Sugar interjected to Jacob's shock.

"How did you kn...?"

"Sparkle's ability to teleport others is one of many on her repertoire of spells. Our sister is indeed an enchantress. Witch, in your terms. "Sugar explained calmly, while Jacob's muzzle dropped open.

"Indeed. It's the only way to explain the events of the day. Please continue with your tale." She said softly, while Jacob just stared.

"I....I was under my bed at my parents house...Spark said that she was going to hide, and I said I wanted to go with her...she said...she was going to hide in the one place they'd never think to look. And that's when she teleported me. So from my parents house, I borrowed a car and...I took me a little while to get back, but I figured the one place they'd never look to find Spark would be a church. A witch hiding in a church...And then uh...then uh..."

"Then I kicked your ass." Spice growled quietly. Sugar gave a soft sigh. "I found him in the church lookin' for Spark. Figured he was the sleaze bag who started all this shit, and dragged him here. But it doesn't explain my fucking headache or why my arm feels like it's on fire. So I'm guessing..."

"They found her after she went into hiding. " Sugar sighed. Spice growled and punched the dining table as hard as she could, resulting in a furious BOOM. Sugar seemed unfazed while Jacob's fur stood on end.

"So, we have a mystery. What occurred at the church while Jacob was on his way back?"

"Your gonna listen to this asshole?!"

"You think he's lying, Spice?"

"...I don't think we can trust him. "

"I don't think he means anyone any harm. If I had thought the contrary, I would not have untied him."

"You could be wrong. "Spice grumbled, and at that point, Sugar calmly stood up, turned about, and sent the coldest, most horrible glare that Jacob had ever scene in his entire life towards the other wolf. Spice didn't take a step back, but she did noticeably cringe...

"I am aware of such rare occurrences in which my predictions and calculations have been off by seconds, or not entirely accurate, but do tell, Anna. When. Have I. Been wrong?" The wolf growled. Spice opened her mouth to respond, but no words would come out. There was nothing she could find to say which would create an accurate argument for that. Sugar, as long as Spice had known her...hadn't ever been wrong.

"Indeed. Thus, we shall need to find someone who was there when the events took place. "Sugar explained, and glanced towards Jacob, as if he were about to say something- and then to his surprise- he did!

"Th, there's a meeting that takes place on Tuesday nights...yesterday, I think...Vashir should have been there, handling things. He runs a youth group...That would have been just after the meeting ended.

Sugar nodded her head slowly, and glanced towards Spice who gave a snort and punched a fist into her open palm.

"May I please have his name and address." Sugar asked, and Jacob frowned, shaking his head again, the same way he did with Spice- only this time he was fairly sure Sugar wasn't going to break his legs apart.

"I can't..." He began, before Sugar interrupted him.

"I can gather the information it from a phone book, if need be, but I assure you, giving it to me directly will save a great deal of time, in which I am certain Sparkle has very little of. Please help her. If she entrusted secrets to you, I'm certain you aren't a fur of ill intent. Thus I request your assistance in this matter." Sugar urged quietly.

Jacob sighed quietly and gave his head a brief nod. "It's...8109 Darkraven lane.

"Thank you very much. I shall investigate these matters further. You may leave for your home now. Please apologize for my sibling's rash behavior. She's incapable of coherent thought concerning matters of sibling safety. A touching trait, but an annoyance. " Sugar explained, to which Jacob found himself actually chuckling.

"Wh, what?! What was that?! You say somethin' bout me?! "Spice growled. Jacob and Sugar both cast her a glance before Sugar gave a sigh.

"I assure you, no harm will come to the furs whom live at the address from myself. Please go home. Your part in this is over. " Sugar sighed, but Jacob didn't move.

"I...I want to help. I feel...feel guilty somehow. Like I could have stopped this. Like I could have told Sharon to back off. I want to learn about everything that's going on, and find out the truth behind Sparkle. I want to know about witches and what Sharon's trying to do and...

"Very well. Let us meet with Vashir as soon as possible. My car is parked outside, and-" Sugar began, before Spice slammed her fist into the table again.

"We're takin' my car, and I'm gonna make this asshole talk if I gotta rip his fingers off one by one!"

"Your sentiments are touching, Spice. But upon examining the situation, a subtle touch is required here. I shall accompany Jacob to Vashir's dwelling, and you may remain here. "

"Fuck that!! I'm coming with! How'd you even hear bout this anyway Sugar? Shouldn't you be working with some miloscopes or something?" Spice growled. Sugar just gave a sigh and gestured towards Spice's door with a paw. They'd get no where arguing like this.

"It's pronounced "Microscope." Margie, Sparkle's roommate, summoned my presence when she failed to get a hold of you. Spice. She called multiple times, and when that didn't work, she called me, and I'm assuming, Shine. "

"She called shine? Seriously? Is Shine coming?"

"I'd wager very little money on expecting to hear or see Shine anytime soon. This matter doesn't concern her as far as she's concerned. Never the less, we should make haste towards Vashir's home, if we wish to solve the mystery of Sparkle's disappearance." Sugar explained, and much to her dismay- the three of them ended up piling into Spice's new sports car- simply because Spice had argued: It's faster.

The end. (Don't worry, part 6 will finally get us back to our heroine! )