Hello everyone. I've already posted this over on LJ under my SpriteWolf account and I decided to post it here too. This story is an AU. Also, since I am unaware of any official names for certain family members of the Psych characters (namely Carlton’s dad) I will be making up names.

This fic is shassi slash and I'm rating it T because although there's some making out and suggestive stuff, there's nothing hardcore. (I couldn't write something hardcore if my life depended on it). For anyone who's already read this, I will write new chapters for this.

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Location Unknown, 1972

Almost two years ago I had slept with a demon. I had been sitting on a stool in a bar drowning my sorrows in a scotch when I met her. She was a beautiful piece of work; tall, brunette, with curves in all the right places, and luscious lips that just looked so kissable. Hell, if it wasn’t for her red eyes and the reddish tinge she had to her skin, she would have looked completely normal.

How, you may be wondering, did I know she was a demon and not just some wannabe Goth chick? Well, I have what I like to call a demon radar for this sort of thing. Plus, I mumbled ‘Christo’ as soon as she sat down next to me and she practically fell off of her stool flinching. As soon as she recovered, she just about tried to kill me right then and there, witnesses be damned. She clawed at me, I tossed my drink in her face, and before I knew it, we were on the ground beating the crap out of each other.

After the bouncers managed to pull us apart and we were kicked out of the bar, we reached a temporary truce for the night. We got to talking and in my drunken stupor, I foolishly invited her back to my house. One thing led to another and before the night was over, we had fucked six times. Come morning, she was gone.

It was a tough life to lead, being a cop half the time and a demon hunter the other half. It didn’t leave much time for a social life and, well, a man has his needs.

However, no matter how many excuses I made up for myself, I knew that that night had been a mistake.

“What do you want, Gregory?”

I had heard through the grapevine that a drop-dead gorgeous demon with reddish skin and red eyes had been luring both amateur hunters and innocent men off of the streets and into her trap. Their burned bodies were found the next day. That wasn’t the reason I sought her out though, the reason I went and found her was because of the child some of the other hunters had seen her carrying around.

“Is it mine?”

She narrowed her eyes at The Colt I had pointed at her head.

“It?” she sneered at me. “Yes, it is yours, but you can’t have him.

“What do you plan to do with him?”

“Raise him you moron,” She hissed. “He may only be half a demon, but he will be the greatest demon to ever exist.”

And here we were at a stalemate with an innocent child’s future at stake. But how innocent could a half-demon child really be? Who’s to say he won’t grow up with an uncontrollable need to kill? There was no way for me to know, but if I were to judge this child’s innocence right here and now when he was only one, I’d be no better than the demon before me.

I was positive of one thing though, I knew if I let her raise the boy, he would be evil for sure. At least with me he’d have a better chance of becoming an upstanding citizen, someone good.

She was killed instantly by a single shot to the head.

I walked over to the crib and stared down at the one-year-old boy who lay there, completely unaware of what just occurred. He had his mother’s brunet hair, but he had my cold, blue eyes. I gently picked him up from the crib. Aside from the reddish tinge on his shoulders and going down the center of his back, he looked completely normal.

As I held him, he stared up at me quizzically with icy-blue eyes, and for some reason his little face reminded me of my recently deceased brother. The greatest hunter I’ve ever known. That’s when it was decided…

“Carlton Lassiter.”

Santa Barbara, 1976

Henry Spencer watched with a smile as his wife, Anne, put their six month old son to bed for the night. Little Shawn was the most energetic newborn Henry’s ever known, but after many months of sleepless nights, he was finally making it through the night without any incidents. Well, most of the time. Henry and Anne couldn’t be happier at the thought that both they and their son were finally getting a good night’s rest.

Anne gently tucked the blue blanket around her son and spun the Hawaiian themed mobile hanging over the crib. Leaving his wife to finish putting Shawn to bed, Henry went into the kitchen to fix them something to eat. He had just been in the process of putting the chicken in the oven when he heard Anne scream.

With his heart pounding, Henry raced to his son’s room where he heard her scream. What could have happened to make Anne scream like that? Was it an intruder? Was something wrong with Shawn?

He stopped in the doorway of the room and looked around, but nothing appeared to be out of place. Anne wasn’t even in the room, and for a moment Henry wondered if he had misheard the location of the scream. Still, Henry walked into the room, wanting to check on Shawn real quick before he searched the other rooms for his wife.

Henry looked down into the crib to see Shawn awake but well and staring up at the ceiling with mossy brown eyes.

“Henry…”

The whisper drew his own gaze up to the ceiling, and the sight above him gasping in shock.

“Anne!”

There was his wife, pinned to the ceiling and bleeding from her stomach. It wasn’t possible, it just couldn’t be real. Yet, staring up at the ceiling, he couldn’t deny what he saw.

And then she burst into flames.

Shawn immediately started crying, and Henry was faced with a decision he wasn’t sure he could make. The choice between saving his son, or trying to save his wife. There would be no chance of survival for Anne if he took Shawn outside and away from the flames, but if he tried to save Anne first, there was a chance Shawn could be hurt if he wasn’t quick enough. He didn’t know what to do.

“Anne!”

The flames grew and the heat rose to unbearable heights in the room. As much as Henry didn’t want to have to choose, he knew that Anne would want him to choose Shawn over her. So with a heavy heart and tears in his eyes, he quickly reached into the crib and grabbed the crying child.

He raced out of that house as fast as he could. Making it out the door and onto his front lawn, he paused and looked back just in time to see a massive ball of fire explode out of the window of what was once his son’s room.

Henry stood there, stunned, and watched as his house went up in flames. Anne was gone. Everything he owned was gone. The only thing he had left, his only connection to Anne, was his son, and he held onto Shawn like a lifeline. His six month old son would keep him sane; keep him from flying off the deep end.

That night Henry learned of the unexpected things in the world, a new type of danger, and he would do everything in his power to protect his son from these dangers. He would train Shawn so that he would never be caught unaware. However, he would never tell Shawn was truly happened that night; he didn’t want to expose him to that.

Santa Barbara, 1990

Carlton Lassiter really looked up to his father. The man single-handedly raised him after rescuing him from his demonic mother. He taught him how to control his demon side and how to be a worthy hunter. After all the different supernatural baddies Gregory killed and the countless criminals he arrested, Carlton believed him to be invincible.

So when Gregory was killed in a hunt by some sort of yellow eyed demon possessing an innocent, one might say that Carlton was a bit… distraught; although that was putting it lightly. No, ‘distraught’ didn’t quite cover the burning rage he felt. To say that he was royally pissed off and had gone on a supernatural-killing rampage would be a bit more accurate.

Carlton’s latest lead in this crusade of his led him straight to a place called Santa Barbara. Apparently there had been a good number of killings taking place in an office building that held a bunch of small businesses. No evidence could be found pointing to a killer and the fact that the victims had been both mauled and suffocated without any signs of strangulation led Carlton to suspect spectral foul-play.

A little research on the building turned up some interesting information that a woman had been killed in the building many years back by her boss who was apparently stressed over his failing business. Despite this information though, Carlton wanted to check out the building before he went around digging up and burning bodies.

Once it got dark out and most of the businesses had closed down for the night, Carlton shimmered into the building for a quick look around. He was armed with a gun, a knife, and his EMF meter. He slowly moved from room to room, shimmering into any place that was locked up, but no matter where he went, the EMF reader detected nothing.

Then he heard a pained scream and shot off after the noise like a bullet.

He ended up in a room that looked like a lounge for the different business workers. There was a TV, a couple chairs and couches, two tables, and two vending machines off to one side of the room. One machine held snacks and the other held Poland Springs water. However, the thing in the room that had his complete, undivided attention was the shadowy-humanoid form that was bent over a man on the ground.

A shadowy-humanoid form that was most defiantly not a rouge ghost.

A shadow demon, or as they’re more commonly known, a shadow person, which is basically a dark form you see passing by out of the corner of your eye. In his haste to get in another kill, Carlton failed to notice the significance of the fact that every murder took place at night. Of course, even if he had noted that, it still would have been a little difficult identifying the killer as a shadow demon since they rarely attack people.

Now that he knew what it was however, he knew exactly how to kill it. First though, he needed to get it off of the man, so Carlton raised his gun and shot the demon in the head. The shot wouldn’t kill it, hell, it wouldn’t even injure it, but it would gain him the demon’s attention.

The shadow demon immediately abandoned its target and instead set its red gaze on Carlton who flashed it a cocky smirk. As the demon began to glide towards him, Carlton quickly made his way over to the Poland Springs vending machine and, using the butt of his gun, smashed the glass door of the machine. Shoving the gun into his waste band, he grabbed several bottles of water and used his powers to melt the caps off of them.

The shadow demon must have caught on to what Carlton was doing because it suddenly lunged for him. However, to the demon’s shock, Carlton shimmered out at the last second. The demon stumbled a few paces before looking around the room, sensing for Carlton.

He shimmered back in a moment later and the demon’s gaze snapped over to him, but before it could do anything, Carlton raced around the room, splashing the water onto the walls, floor, and ceiling of the lounge. The shadow demon seemed to bristle at this turn of events, and Carlton laughed mockingly at it.

One belief about shadow people that surprisingly holds true is that you can keep them away by blessing your room with spring water. So Carlton figured if spring water can keep a shadow demon from getting in, than it can also keep one from getting out.

“Time to finish off the job,” he mumbled to himself.

With the ease of an upper-level demon, Carlton summoned a fireball and launched it at the shadow demon. The dark creature shrieked and hissed at the hit and shrunk back when Carlton summoned another fireball. The second fireball hit dead-on like the first, and just as he was summoning a third, the demon melted into the shadows of the room before he could throw it.

Carlton extinguished the fireball just as the man, who had been sitting to the side watching him the whole time, came up behind him. They both stood in the center of the room and looked around warily.

“Is it gone?” the man asked.

“It can’t leave,” Carlton explained. “It’s just hiding.”

Suddenly, from behind them, the creature leaped out of the shadows and right onto Carlton. It slammed him against the ground and dug its claws into his chest, tearing down and creating bloody, vertical lines. He cried out against the pain flaring in his chest, and struggled to push the demon off of him. The beast tore at him again and he grit his teeth, attempting to focus of summoning a fireball.

That’s when another gun went off, and suddenly the demon wasn’t on him anymore but was instead advancing on the man it had first been attacking. Pulling himself to his knees, Carlton summoned a fireball in each hand.

“The best way to get rid of shadows,” he muttered, “is with light!”

He swung the two fireballs together and when they collided, they let off a large blast of light that blinded everything and everyone in the room. When the light finally cleared and Carlton’s vision returned, all that was left of the shadow demon was a dark smudge on the ground.

With blood running down his chest, Carlton managed a relieved smile before he blacked out…

When he came to and saw that he had no idea where he was, he immediately went into defensive mode. Someone had bandaged his wounds, taken him to their house, and set him up on the couch in their living room. While their intentions seemed good, and it was probably someone he could trust, he didn’t plan on sticking around long enough to find out.

He sat up with a wince and struggled to his feet, but he only managed to get about as far as the coffee table before he was frozen by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He turned around, slowly so as not to aggravate the scratches on his chest, and saw the man he had rescued from the shadow demon standing in the doorway.

He gave the man a cheeky smile and shrugged, “I have a job I got to get to. Don’t wanna be late.”

“I’d buy that if I didn’t know that you haven’t had a stable job in your entire life,” the man said, unimpressed.

“You don’t know me,” Carlton said, glaring at man before turning to go.

“But I do know you, Carlton Lassiter,” the man said with a smile. “I’ve known you since you were just a baby.”

Carlton twisted around on his feet and gazed at the man suspiciously, “Who are you?”

“The names John Fenich,” he said as he took a few slow steps towards Carlton. “I worked with your father for a couple years.”

“Oh,” Carlton mumbled, his eyes dropping to the ground, staring at John’s feet. “Well.. He died… just so you know.”

“I heard,” John said, nodding solemnly.

“So you worked with him, huh?” Carlton asked, changing the subject. “What sort of thing did you work on with him?”

“I’m not a hunter, if that’s what you’re wondering,” John said. “I did a few supernatural jobs with him, but mostly we worked on the force together.”

“So you’re a police man.”

“Police Chief actually,” John said. “Your father’s told me a lot of stories about you, Carlton.”

“He’s never mentioned you before,” Carlton said, defensive again. “Why should I believe any of this?”

“When has you father ever really talked about work before?” John countered.

Carlton realized he had a point and relaxed his stance. His dad had been known to hold secrets, or just not feel the need to mention certain aspects of his life to his son. Carlton knew of his father’s other life on the police force, but he didn’t know any further details on the matter.

“You’d be a fine addition to the force,” John said.

“What?” Carlton said, surprised by the statement. He laughed and shook his head, “No, not me. I’m not a big ‘rules guy.’ Going by the book isn’t really my thing.”

John sighed and shook his head, “Think for a minute, Carlton. You can’t keep up this mindless crusade forever.”

“How do you know about that?” Carlton hissed.

“I have my connections, and from what I’ve heard, you’ve been fighting ghosts, demons, and any other creature you could get your hands on for the last two months,” John snapped. “You’re on a downward spiral, Carlton, and it can only lead to death.”

“Yeah, well it’s my life and I can risk it however I want,” Carlton said before turning to leave.

“Do you think your father would want you doing this?” John asked, and Carlton stopped by the front door with his hand on the doorknob. “I’m not asking you to completely give up the life and get a job in a cubicle typing on a computer for a living, I’m just asking that you to go about it a different way, a safer way.”

“…as a police man…”

“A police man, a detective, or even in forensics. You have so many options,” John said, and as he walked over to Carlton, he pulled something out of his pocket. “Here.”

Carlton turned back around to see John holding out a business card. He stared at it for a long moment before he gave in and took the card. It was for the Police Academy.

“Give it some thought, okay?”

With a sigh, he pocketed the card and nodded, “Okay.”

As he opened the front door and walked down the steps to the sidewalk, John called after him, “And keep an eye on those scratches! Don’t let them get infected.”

“Sure thing, Mom, jeez,” Carlton muttered, rolling his eyes as he shimmered out.

Well, that's the end of chapter one. Next chapter we move into the present.

Reviews are appreciated.