Spent the week in jail. Looks like I'll get to keep my job, though I may have lost my soul.
Maybe I should start from the beginning?
I had this great plan. Simple, really. Summon a powerful demon, and control it, therefore giving me great gobs of power. Of course, you have to have power to get power, so I got my hands on a few items to help me raise the demon and control it. Had to do it when the proper dimensions were aligned. (Dimensions rotate, kind of like planets but in eleven dimensions instead of four. I could explain, but you'd need a background in metaphysics and multi-dimensional calculus to understand.)
I wasn't going to be able to aquire the last item I needed until it was close to the time of the ritual. So I figured I'd do the ritual at the museum where I was aquiring the last item. I mean, it'd really suck if I missed the time for the ritual because some idiot got into a crash on the I-480.
I prepared the other items at home and did a temporary blood-binding ritual so I wouldn't need to carry them with me. Threw everything in a backpack, picked up the van and basilisk from work and headed out. I was three-quarters of the way through the ritual when this team of hot chicks shows up, armed with crossbows. I guess they're the super-girls
Andrew lives with, because
Buffy Summers was leading them. Guess they knew how to deal with a basilisk because they managed to avoid its gaze. A couple of girls walked into the ritual circle before I could stop them. I think they might have gotten injured in the magical backlash, but it serves them right. I figured that was a good time for me to make my exit, but one of them (Buffy, I think) shot me in the leg. Then they got the basilisk through the eye with another crossbow bolt (poor guy). Wasn't much I could do after that. Police showed up pretty soon after that and hauled me off to jail.
Someone from the law firm just showed up, and I need to fill out some paperwork. I'll have to explain about them later.