I decided to try another story continued from iDon't Believe in Monsters. It is not really a sequel so to speak but more just a continuation of their lives. It takes place a little over a year from the epilogue from the previous story. There will be Sam and Carly of course, some old familiar faces, and some new faces as well as some new enemies and monsters.
I decided to write this one from the first person strictly from Sam's point of view because she is the main character. I will confess I am not used to writing from the first person so I hope I get it right. If people like it I will continue the story but here is the first chapter to get a taste.
Please keep in mind this is not Buffy at all. Sam is not some girl destined by mystical forces to save the world from vampires and evil. She does have some powers as the previous story mentioned and they will some to light in this story but she is just a girl doing her a job. In my world for them Vampires, lycanthropes, and other supernatural creatures as well as other magic is not only real it also became outed as the previous story's epilogue mentioned and vampires, lycanthropes and others are actually legal and citizens of the USA with rights and laws. The story will touch on that so don't worry about any confusion…please enjoy.
I would like to dedicate the story to nshi Raidon , inuyouko and SilverDragonRanger09 for all their reviews and support of the original story…thanks guys!
iVisit Sinful Delights
I woke with the sound of the phone ringing and decided to let the answer machine get it as I looked at the clock and saw it was just a little after six in the morning. It was Sunday and I did not have to get up until nine to make it to the eleven o'clock church service. Yeah I go to church almost every Sunday when I can. I'm Episcopalian. You see the shit I have seen and saw what faith could do you'd go to church too. I was raised Catholic but never practiced and when I decided to start attending church when I was seventeen as much as my time allowed on Sunday's I did go to Mass with my mom. But after vamps and things and magic became outed the Church decreed any one who dabbled in such magic was to be excommunicated and well that was me so I switched to Episcopalian. They were more tolerating with me and my life.
"Are you going to get that?" The voice in my bed said.
"No let the machine get it." I said and smuggled close to the warm body next to me when I heard the machine click on after the fourth ring.
"Sam…I know you're home. Pick up. It's Henry." The male voice said.
"Fuck!" I yelled as I jumped out of the bed and ran to the living room of my two bedroom apartment to grab the phone in that room. I did not want this conversation being over heard…hell I did not want this conversation at all truth be told. I had no idea what it was going to be about, but with Henry on the other side of it I wanted no part of it.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"I know. I need some information." Henry said. Ok right then I swear my heart dropped to my ankles.
"About?" I asked trying to sound unafraid and prayed it worked.
"See you in an hour. Tell lover boy to hit the road for a while." Henry said in his cold calculating voice that made me shiver.
"Yeah…ok." I then try another approach with him, "So when he does come back does he need to bring a body bag?" Honesty works right?
Henry laughed and it made me relax a little…just a little. "I swear you are the only person who can make me truly laugh. No…no body bags today. I will bring donuts through."
"Ok…I like jelly filled…raspberry ones with the white powdered sugar. Hey, Henry…an hour away…how did you know about lover boy?"
"I never said I was an hour away, Sam, I said I would see you in an hour. I figured I would give you time for a morning quickie. One hour." Henry said and the other line went dead. Well I do like morning sex…not that he would truly know…but after talking to Henry sex was the last thing on my mind. Survival came first.
I placed the phone back on the charger and thought of Henry. I had not seen or heard from him in almost two years. The last time was when I helped him with a little problem when I owed him a favor. Owing Henry a favor was a good way to get your ass killed when he called in his marker. See he helped me out years ago when I was seventeen almost eighteen. I had a minor problem with a three thousand year old vampire bitch by the name of Cassandra. She was one scary bitch let me tell you. Henry helped me kill her and even trained me on how to kill vampires, use a gun, and survive…not your typical teenage girl things I know but hell it kept me alive so far. Well the last time I saw him was when he called in his marker and I had to repay him. I did and almost got my ass killed as we took down some heavy duty vampires in Texas. I still have a terrible scar that starts at my left shoulder and runs down to the center of my back where one of the vampires chewed on me like a dog. I used to think of Henry as a surrogate father and still consider him a friend. I knew if I really needed him he would come watch my back and he knew and I would go watch his.
So why did Henry's call upset me so much if he helped me and I helped him and thought if him as a friend. Henry was a contract killer who specialized in the supernatural when killing humans got too easy for him. He specialized in monsters…vampires, shapeshifters, anything and everything. He still did humans on occasion but only the ones with dangerous reputations and who could give him a challenge. Other assassins, criminals, bad people, men, or women, He is an equal opportunity killer if the price and the challenge was right. There are some people like me who did it legal but Henry did not sweat the legalities or hell…the ethics. I may be one of the few friends he has but being his friend is like being friends with a tame tiger. He will play and even cuddle at your feet but you truly never can tell when he will turn on you and eat your throat out. Henry is the most dangerous human I know and calls like this one scare me. Even a lot of the monsters were afraid of Henry. They called him the Grim Reaper…The Reaper for short…the bringer of death. Me they just called the Executioner.
Why did his call scare me? Simple, Henry never called to say hello to chit chat…he only called when he needed something and today that something was information. Yeah if I had it I would give it to him…if I could. If it was something that would harm me or mine then I couldn't give it to him. No big deal right? I wish…If I knew what he wanted and could not give it to him he would torture me to get it…very simple. Oh it may make him sad to do it…but he would do it regardless. Why would he come to me for information you may ask?
Well my name is Samantha (Sam I prefer) Puckett and I know more about the monsters in this area than the average person. I am the legal and licensed vampire executioner for the state of Washington…and three other states. That means I get to kill them legally. I can't just go around staking vampires in the heart because I just feel like it through; that would be just murder…well to the police and the judicial system…me I don't feel that way. I need a court order of execution to do the deed. Vampires and other supernatural creatures are legal citizens in the good ole U.S. of A. after they were outed almost five years ago. They own businesses and can go out in public and do anything we humans can do…oh that can't vote through. They also have to obey the law and they have a lot they have to obey made special for them. A vampire cannot use their mind tricks to mesmerize a human to feed or to seduce, they can't feed off the unwilling (there are a lot of deluded people who willing let themselves be dinner for them), when they feed they can't drain a person to where they die, they can't feed or turn anyone under eighteen or against their will, and some other ones. They break those laws and that is where I come in. I get the order of execution and hunt them down and kill them. I have never had to wait more than an hour after the charges for an order. They may be citizens but most people are still afraid of them. Even for the smallest offense like vamping some poor person just for a kiss and they have signed their death warrant…fair? Maybe not but last year in California there was a case of a vampire who used his mind tricks on his human girlfriend's parents to give him permission to date their daughter (who was nineteen). Well when mom and dad recovered they reported him and he was arrested. The courts decided since it was a minor offense they would just give him some jail time and not kill him. What they did not know was he was over a hundred years old and when he escaped he killed seven correctional officers and three county sheriffs. So fair or not, legal or not, citizens or not…they are still monsters. So when they misbehave and are naughty I go after them. Now between just us…yeah I have killed them illegally when I had to but I keep that secret. But I am not like Henry…I don't hunt them for money or just the challenge or the pleasure of the kill. I don't have any qualms about killing if I have to too protect me and mine whether it is human or monster but never for money or pleasure.
"Sam, who's Henry?" A male voice asks behind me and as I turn he tosses me a robe. I blush as I forgot I was naked when I ran to the phone.
I look at Michael and smile. He was tall…six one…and I had to stand on my tip toes and he had to bend down just for a kiss…I am only five four, but I lie and say five five. He is very handsome standing there in his boxer briefs and shirtless as his long light brown hair hangs loose to his shoulders. I have the sudden urge to go to him and run my hands through his slightly hairy chest and cuddle in his muscular arms and run my hand over his well defined abs. He was built very nicely. Not bulky like a weight lifter and all gross and veiny. Michael has more of the swimmer's body…maybe a little larger…and he is very handsome. I have been dating him for about three months and last night was the first time he slept over and we did the deed…see I am not a slut.
Actually Michael is only the third person I have ever had sex with and I am twenty five years old. I have friends who are as old as me and in the double digits and one friend who is a year older and on her way to even hit triple digits in a year if she keeps up her pace. Michael is also the first male I have ever dated or had sex with…and well…the first human. Okay I know…I think they are monsters and I kill them when I have to but yeah I have had sex with them. Conflict of interest huh? Well maybe but I don't regret it and one I am so in love with it hurts when she is not here and the other is such a sweet person who would never hurt anyone unless she had to defend herself.
The first one who took my virginity is Carly and she is a vampire over two thousand years old and I have never seen a girl or anybody as lovely as her…of course I am a little prejudice since I am so in love with her. Well maybe I am…I am not sure anymore. Not because she is a vampire; I have accepted that. No I don't know anymore because I have not heard from her in a little over a year…thirteen months, twelve, days, and show me a clock I can give you the hours and minutes…yeah I doubt my love for her huh? But she did hurt me emotionally with her long absence. I was used to her being gone for long periods of times…the longest was four months. But thirteen…give me a break! I have not even heard word of her. I thought she may be dead. She did have a habit of not obeying the Vampire Council's rules (a group of seven very old and powerful vampires somewhere in Europe) and was free spirited for a vampire but I think I would know if she was dead. Don't ask how I just would. Of course I could be wrong. Carly's real name is Julia as in Julia Caesar…yep that's right…her father was the one and only Julius Caesar. Yes you got it; the one you study in history class at school.
Carly makes me doubt sometimes who the monsters are. I mean she is a vampire and over two thousand years old and trust me she is very powerful but I love her so how can she be a monster, right? Plus I have seen humans do some terrible things when they kill so that would make them monsters as well shouldn't it? Sometimes I just don't know anymore so maybe it is a good thing I have not seen Carly in so long…but why does it still hurt so fucking much?
The other girl is Mei and she is just the sweetest person I have ever met. And she is also a wereleopard. Yep once a month she turns furry. Mei and I are still friends and maybe even good friends still but I have not talked to her in about two months so I really don't know. She got involved in some things we argued about and that was it and well…not to be so full of myself…she fancies she is in love with me and I think it got difficult to be around me a lot.
I walk over to Michael and smile and hug him and yes my head falls on his chest and my fingers start tracing his abs. I look up at him and smile, "Jealous?" I tease.
"Should I be?" He asks and I don't like his tone and push myself off of him.
"Of Henry…never. Be afraid of him, Michael, but never jealous if him. Now you have to go. If you would like…call me and come back after he leaves."
He stands there staring at me with that look of jealousy on his face. I hate jealous! I have never liked it.
"Why can't I stay? If I am not to be jealous of him and there is nothing between you then how come I can't stay and meet you friend?" His voice still held that hint of anger.
I walk into the kitchen and start my coffee maker. I have one that will start automatically but it is set for eight thirty. I have to have my morning coffee. I love coffee. Michael follows me into the kitchen and I turn to him.
"Do you want to know why I want you to leave? Fine I will tell you. Because I like you and I don't want to see you dead, Michael! That is why you have to leave! So either shower and leave or just leave!" Ok maybe a little harsh but one he knows who I am and what I do, two I am a grump in the morning and have not had my coffee, and three I am scared of what Henry wants so yeah I am a little on edge.
Michael walks to me and bends down and gently kisses my lips and I stand on my toes to get more. My tongue slides into his mouth eagerly and I suck his into mine. I let out a moan as his hands slip under my robe and touches my naked back and he pulls me closer. I then press my body to him and gasp in pleasure as I fell his hardness pressing against my stomach…see I am shorter than him. I push him away gently. Yeah I was turned on and wanted him but I could not get my mind off Henry and that is not the thought I want during sex.
"Sorry, Sam, about the jealousy thing. Do you need me to and around in case things get out of control?"
I shook my head. You would think I would want six one muscular man around to help when Henry visited. Michael was strong and he knew how to fight. He had a black belt in martial arts and that was where we met. We both attend the same martial arts dojo and I saw him at tournaments and he waxed the floor with every opponent he faced but that was at tournaments. Michael was a boy scout, one of the things I liked about him. He did not believe violence ever settled anything. He did not see the evil in the world. Me I knew it did. Violence settled a lot of things in my life and I have seen the true evil in this world and have killed a good bit of it. I have seen it first hand when I was seventeen and spent the night in that fucking coffin. I shiver just thinking about it. At least the nightmares don't come as often. But not his life. He looks for the good in everyone and I do like that about him while I look for the bad in everyone. My way helps me live his will get you killed. For all his strength and fighting prowess he was not a shooter or a killer and Henry was. Henry is the best human I have ever seen at killing and Michael would not stand a chance against him. Me…I had a chance because I also was good at killing, but was I as good as Henry? I don't know and I pray to God I never find out.
"Ok, Sam, I leave. I'll call you later. Are we still on for dinner at my parents?" He asked as I turn around to fix me a cup of coffee. I would offer him a cup but he drinks tea and does not like coffee. Yeah he does have a flaw huh? Hard to trust someone who doesn't drink coffee
"Yeah we should be." If I was still breathing or walking we were. I liked his mom and dad but they kept pushing marriage. I liked Michael but I was not in love with him and marriage did not settle in my life anyway. "Dear, watch junior while I go kill some vampires" no that was not me. And they were the touchy feely type. That took me a while to get used to.
He kissed me on the forehead and walked in the bedroom to get dressed. I gave him some brownie points for not arguing about staying. I hated when men pulled that macho shit on me just because I was small and petite. Michael left a few moments later with another great kiss and told me he would call later. After my second cup of coffee I went back into my room and smiled that he made up the bed and then grabbed my 9mm Firestar pistol, checked the ammunition clip, chambered a round, put the safety on, and put it in the pocket of my robe. I looked at myself in the mirror and frowned a little when I saw my robe hang down on the right side due to the weight of the gun but I guess it could not be helped. I wanted it to look like I was unarmed, but after thinking about it I thought it would not matter anyway. Henry would know I was armed. I glance over myself and run a brush through my long blonde hair and curse as the brush snagged on some tangles and then put the brush down. I would not worry about any makeup…it was just Henry not a date. I'm cute and a lot of people tell me I am pretty and some have even used the word beautiful but I settle for cute.
I have long blonde hair and my skin has a natural light tan that looks really nice in the summer when I get the chance to get some sun. And as I mentioned I am five four and only weigh one ten but it is a healthy and toned on ten. I work out as much as possible. I work out with weights, my martial arts is a work out; not really much of a self defense thing for me. There is no way I am going to arm wrestle a vampire or shapeshifter and win. No matter how much hand to hand I know I can't beat something that can bench press a small car in a fist fight. And I try to jog at least five miles every day. I look at myself again…yeah cute and then I slipped on a pair of panties. I could have gotten dressed since I had plenty of time to slip on a pair of jeans and shirt but I have a little quirk, in my home I like to be comfy and don't like to get dressed unless I have showered first. Yeah weird but it is who I am and I don't think Henry would mind. He could kill or torture me in a robe just as well as a pair of jeans.
I walk back into the kitchen and poor myself some more coffee, add cream and sugar, and then wait. It was almost an hour to the minute from his phone call when I heard the knock on the door. I walked and look through the peep hole and see Henry standing in the hall. He was dressed in black slacks and blue golf shirt and a light black leather jacket. He did not look armed but I knew he was. He would be carrying at least two guns and maybe a knife. He had the box of donuts in his hand. I reach into my pocket and click the safety off my Firestar and open the door with a smile and hid my body behind the door. Henry smiles at me liking the way I protected myself.
"Come on in Henry." He stepped in and waited for me to shut the door. He was not going to turn his back on me. "Can I take the donuts from you?" I say as I shut the door with my back. I was not going to turn my back on him either. Not that he would shoot me in the back since that would not have been a challenge for him. It just made me feel better.
Henry smiled and opened the box slowly and showed me it was just donuts. Half a dozen jelly filled powdered donuts and no gun. I smile back and he starts laughing. "I told you, Sam, I am not here to kill you. But please put the safety back on the gun in your pocket before you shoot your leg off."
I slowly slip my hand in my robe pocket and do as he asks and his eyes never leave me just in case I decided to pull the gun. I was not thinking it…well yeah I was…but I was not going to do it. Henry said he was not going to kill me and he wouldn't. I believed him when he said he wouldn't because he respects me and would tell me the truth on that and it made me relax some. There was still the possibility of torture looming in the air.
Once in the kitchen I poor him a coffee…black…and eat two of the donuts. "Ok, Henry, what brings you to Seattle besides information? I know you did not travel all this way just to visit little ole me." I grin as lick some jelly off my fingers.
"Well I did travel all this way to see you because you may be the only person I know who can give me what I need." He says and then gives me that cold blue eyes stare. "I need to know where Carly is, Sam." He says calmly but very precise pronouncing every would carefully.
My heart feels like it stopped beating as it jumped into my throat. "I don't know. That's the truth, Henry."
He sighs, "Sam, don't lie to me. Of anyone…human or vampire…you would know. I'll give you one more chance."
I swallow hard to try and keep the panic out of my voice. I think it worked, "Henry I swear I don't know. I have not seen her in over a year or even heard from her. You know me. If I did know you're right I wouldn't tell you unless you tortured me. You also know if you torture me I'll end up giving you some bullshit story of where she is just so you'll stop. We both know that shit about never talking under torture is not true…the human body can only take so much and eventually people will sell out their own mother or make up lies just so it'll stop. That is what I'd do…make up lies because I swear I don't know." God I hoped he believed me. See I was a good liar when I needed to be and he knew that.
He looked at me again and shrugged, "Well damn…you don't know huh?"
I shake my head and then ask the question I had to know as soon as he asked about Carly, "Did you take a contract on her, Henry."
He smiles…the bastard, "For you I will tell you. No I didn't. I was offered one and still have forty eight hours to give my answer. It is for a hell of a lot of money and worth my time. Somebody wants her dead, Sam, and they want her dead bad."
"Who and why?" I ask. Ok maybe a silly question on the why part. She was a vampire and a very old one at that and I am sure she made some enemies over the years but still it nagged me for some reason. If it was an old enemy then why now…why the contract now? Oh, Carly, have you been a naughty girl in the past year?
"You know I can't tell you the who and the why. Even if I wanted to I couldn't. The why is none of my concern and the who goes through so many middle men to protect the client and to protect the hitter. But someone wants her dead, Sam…dead enough to offer the contract to me for a lot of money."
"Are you going to take it?" I am a little afraid for Carly. Ok maybe I shouldn't be. I see Carly as a beautiful sweet girl who loves me…or did…and who liked to go out on dates and watch romantic comedies…but hell she is a two thousand year old vamp with some heavy duty powers I have also seen when she got angry. She can take care of herself…I knew that. But I also knew Henry. If he was offered a contract for Carly and was thinking about taking it; it had to be for a hell of a lot of money. He was not stupid and he also knew Carly and knew she would not just lay there and let him kill her. But he was good…if anyone could do her it would be him.
"If I do take it…do we have a problem?" He answered my question. He knew my feelings for Carly.
I look him in the eye and smile, "Yeah we would have a problem, Henry." I knew if he killed Carly I would kill him or try to. It was that simple. You kill or hurt someone I love and I kill you. I no longer felt afraid I felt angry. Anger and sometimes rage is my savior at times; it made me feel good and took my other emotions away.
He laughs…the son of a bitch was laughing. "Well that may worth taking it, Sam. I mean to go after her is a huge challenge in itself but to have you come after me…I always wanted to know if you got that good, Sam. I heard rumors and read the articles about you in the papers…of the Executioner and the job she is doing and heard you have the second highest vampire kill rate in the country…well legal ones. I must say it is tempting to see if you got that good."
I hated this between us. It started a while back when I helped him in Texas. He asked then who would be better and I blew him off because it scared me. I knew he was but he and I also knew I would not back down it if came to it. I stare back into his cold blue eyes. I hated that look…his death look. I've seen it before but luckily it was never directed at me until now. I suddenly felt the weight of my gun in my robe pocket and it gave me comfort. Sad but true; some girls my age get comfort from a stuffed animal to hug or a warm body of a loved one. Me…I got comfort from my guns. How sad is that?
I stare back at him, "Let's not play this game today, Henry. It's early and I was hoping to sleep in late and maybe spend some more time with lover boy this morning and I am not in the mood." Yeah I was scared and hoping I was faster than him if it came down to having to go for my gun.
He smiles at me and his eyes change from cold to alive. He was good at that; he could be the cold blooded bastard one second and the good ole friendly man the next. I had yet to perfect that change. When I got mad or threatening I stayed that way until someone or something I was mad at or threatening died. Henry stood up slowly with his hands in clear view to show me the game was over. He walked to the door and turned and gave me that nice smile he can give at times.
"I have forty eight hours, Sam, to give my answer. If I don't give it the contract goes to someone else. Like I said…someone wants her dead in a bad way. Thanks for the coffee and I'll be in touch." He leaves.
I sit at the table for a long moment finishing my fifth cup of coffee and then suddenly I relax for the first time since he called me this morning and I grin. "That son of a bitch! He was warning me! He wasn't going to take the contract…he was telling me I had forty eight hours to find out where Carly was and help her! That wonderful bastard!" I say aloud.
Why wouldn't he take the contract I have no idea? It was not fear of me or Carly…that I knew. Henry was not afraid of anything…so why? Did he really care for me that much? Naw…not that, right? Did he like Carly and did not want to kill her? Hell no! Whatever the reason I would take it. Now I needed to find out where she was and what she had been up to. That was another problem. In order to find out I needed to talk to the monsters. I jump slightly as my phone rang.
"Hello, lover, care to come back and help me decide to skip church?" I say as I answer the phone. I was feeling giddy after I discovered Henry's game and maybe his hinted at offer to help me.
"Hell, Sam, I did not know you cared. My wife may not like it through." The male voice chuckled on the other end. Shit! Not Michael!
I blush deep, "Umm…sorry Stan…thought you were someone else." Detective Lt. Walter Stanislavski or Stan was the detective in charge of Seattle's Preternatural and Supernatural Investigation Unit PSIU or the Ghost Squad for short. They investigated murders committed by supernatural things like vampires and lycanthropes and I was on retainer as and advisor for them. I was not a cop and had not authority as a cop but they called me in to view the crime scene to help as their expert so to speak.
"Yeah I thought so…I need you to come down here, Sam. We have a body." Stan said curtly.
"Ok…tell me where here is and give me the directions." I replied. He hung up without saying good bye but I have gotten used to it over the years. He never said goodbye.
"Shit! This day is really turning out to be a real kill joy." I yell and call Michael on my cell to let him know the rest of my day is not free anymore and then go put some clothes on. I don't have time for a shower with a crime scene waiting and that makes me mad.
