Chapter One

"Look out!" Peter shouted over the howling wind blowing dirt and bits of stone around the room and Cassandra ducked down behind the large chunk of the ceiling. Peter had never believed in ghosts, but what sailed at him weren't exactly people and he ducked down next to Cassandra. The red mist soared through the air while a low moan roared around them and the black mist shrieked as it tried to get out of the way. The gray and white mists blocked the black mist as the chunks of marble sailed through the air and Cassidy smiled, looking over at her husband.

"Dougal, tell me you're filming this!" Cassidy shouted.

"Aye!" he shouted while moving closer as Peter looked at him and his eyes widened.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get back here!" Peter shouted as he pulled him down while a large chunk of marble flew over their heads and Dougal placed the digital video camera on the ground next to his leg. Sighing, Peter rolled his eyes when he sat against the wall and removed the silver flask out of his coat pocket. Opening the silver flask, he slugged back the Midori then swallowed as he swore loudly in his head and tried to remember how he got talk into this mess.

(A week earlier)

Las Vegas, Nevada

"Hold it!" Peter said while the lights came up and he looked up to see the young women he used in his act dangling from the harness wires. "What the hell was that? This isn't a fucking production of Peter Pan!"

"Can someone get me down? I'm getting air sick," Darcy said as she moved her arms then suddenly spun upside down. Her gossamer dress slided over her hips while she screamed and thrashed her arms around and Peter looked up at her. She swore at him as he smiled from noticing that she wasn't wearing any panties and one of the stage crew peeking out from behind the curtain, looking at him.

"Sorry, Mister Vincent, but this stuff is shot," one of the stage crew said and Peter glared at him, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, get them down and fix it!" Peter shouted as he waved his arms then stormed off the stage and headed for the lift. The management had promised him a month ago that they would get him new equipment for his act as he pushed the button and removed the silver flask from his coat pocket. Saluting the opening of the lift doors, he walked inside when he leaned against the back wall and slugged back some Midori. The lift doors opened when he walked down the small hallway and stood in front of the gas fireplace. The penthouse felt empty since Jane and Charlie had moved away and even more so since Cassandra went home to be with her sister, who was having a baby. She had called two days ago to tell him that the little shit hadn't been born yet and he found sleeping alone impossible. Sighing, Peter pulled the wig off while walking to the bar and placed the wig on the statue near one of the high back chairs. Turning around, he looked around the living room as he felt empty inside and wondered why he didn't just pack up and move on. It never bothered him before and he would have left if Charlie hadn't needed his help with Jerry, the vampire that killed Peter's father and mother.

"Shit," he said when the telephone suddenly rang and he placed his hand against his bare chest, feeling his heart slamming against his fingers. Walking to the wooden table, he picked up the receiver when he pushed the button and walked to the window, looking out at the casinos. "Yeah, what the fuck do you want?"

"Whoa, you sound like you're in a good mood," Cassandra said as he smiled and placed his forehead against the glass.

"Sorry about that. Things have gone to shit since you left. One of the girls has the flu, the rigging is shot and I cracked my toes into the end of the bed this morning," Peter said and peeled off the sideburns, moustache and goatee, putting them on the table.

"Poor baby," she teased and he sadly smiled, gently removing the fake eyebrow ring and placing the fake eyebrow ring on the table.

"When are you coming home?" he said with a slight whimper in his voice and could just picture her smiling.

"I have no idea. This kid has his own time table."

"Well, if he takes any longer, I am coming there and using a fucking plunger!" he said and Cassandra laughed then he head a muffled conversation and more laughing.

"Sorry, I just told my sister what you said. She said to tell you that you have permission if it takes any longer," she said as he softly smiled and walked to the high back chair, sitting down. His eyes widened when he heard a soft ripping sound then he stood up, reaching his hand behind him. "What was that noise?"

"Oh, it's just the end of a fucking bad day! My leather pants just ripped!" he said and placed the receiver on the cushion. He peeled the leather pants off as he held them up and looked at the large hole. Tossing the leather pants across the room, he growled when Cross, Cassandra's peregrine falcon familiar, flew down the stairs and he saw that it had his black, silk robe in its talons. He smiled when Cross let go of the black, silk robe and he placed the black, silk robe on then tied the black, silk robe closed, picking up the receiver. Cross landed on the back of the high back chair with the brown and white cushion and Peter sat down, crossing one ankle over the other.

"You still there?" she asked.

"Yeah, just putting my robe on," he said and thought he heard a soft growl coming from the other end of the line. "Was that you?"

"Yeah, sorry, but the thought of you in that robe…"

"Ah, well, don't give yourself any bad girl ideas while your sister's around. She might get the wrong idea about me," he teased, pulling the black, silk robe closed.

"Oh, she already knows what you're like," she teased and he arched an eyebrow.

"What are you telling her?"

"Nothing," she teased and he sighed, rolling his eyes. "I have to go. Talk to you later."

"Ok," he sighed then listed to her end the call and looked at the receiver. Pushing the button, he placed the receiver on the table when he got up then walked to the stairs and went upstairs.

London, England

The sunlight cast shadows on the walls when the radio clicked on and the woman's voice broadcasted the morning traffic report. Sighing, Cassidy Butcher half opened her eyes when she snuggled against her husband and Douglas Fitzgibbons slid his arm around her. He never minded that she kept her maiden name for profession reasons and he felt a cool tingle move through him as she circled his left nipple with her finger.

"Good morning," he sighed as she rested her head on the center of his chest and he lightly whimpered when she gently squeezed his nipple between her finger and thumb. Cassidy smiled as his heart started beating faster as she stroked and pinched his nipple then rose up on her elbow and slid her lips around his nipple. Rolling his eyes, Dougal rubbed his face with his hands as she suckled and swirled her tongue around his nipple then kissed down his chest while moving the duvet and bedding down and a soft growl vibrated in the back of his throat. Cassidy made light butterfly kisses on his stomach while reaching over with her hand and stroked the thick, curly hairs on his chest. Crawling on top of him, she slid her hands along his sides while moving up and kissed his lips, feeling his hands moving up her arms. His hands slid down to her sides then moved up to her breasts as she sighed into his mouth and he cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over the tip of her nipples. Moving up a bit, she felt his lips slide over her nipple when the sound of someone knocking on the door made her look up and Dougal smiled, placing his hands behind his head. "Who is it?"

"Me," a little voice said and Cassidy smiled, rolling her eyes.

"Me who?" she asked, looking at the door then rolled off of him and pulled the duvet and bedding up to cover herself.

"Campbell," the little voice said and they looked at each other.

"Come in," Dougal said as the door opened and four year old Campbell walked in the room and headed for the bed. Campbell had black hair like Dougal, but green eyes like Cassidy and was wearing Kung Fu Panda footed pajamas. He looked at Dougal with sad, puppy eyes as Dougal sat up and placed the pillow behind his back. "What's wrong?"

"Brendan locked me out of the bathroom and I really have tae pee," Campbell said as he looked down at the floor and Cassidy looked up at Dougal, who had a look of anger in his eyes.

"Go use ours," he said as Campbell nodded his head then went into the bathroom while Cassidy got out of bed and placed her dressing gown on. She followed Campbell into the bathroom when she closed the door and turned the light on and Dougal got out of bed, placing his dressing gown on. Walking out of the room, he walked down the hallway when he walked to the closed door and thumped his fist on the door. "Open the door!"

He waited for a few seconds when the door opened and four year old Brendan looked up at him and blinked his eyes a few times. He had blonde hair like Cassidy, but blue eyes like Dougal and was wearing Kung Fu Panda footed pajamas.

"Why did you lock your brother out of the bathroom?"

"Because I got here first," Brendan said and Dougal leaned against the wall, looking down at him.

"There are two loos in there, you ken."

"But I cannae pee with him in here," Brendan moaned while Cassidy and Campbell walked closer and Dougal looked over at her and sighed.

"How is it that these two used tae race tae see who could go tae the bathroom first and now this one doesnae want him in there?"

"I have…" Cassidy started to say when the telephone in the bedroom rang and Dougal slightly smiled, taking hold of Campbell's hand.

"Go on. I'll deal with these two," he said as she half ran down the hallway and went into the bedroom. She half jumped on the bed when she picked up the receiver and pushed the button.

"Hello?" she asked, placing the pillow behind her head.

"Hey, Cass, sorry to wake you, but the head office has a new assignment for you," her manager, Simon Bellows, said as she sighed and looked at the shadows moving across the ceiling. Five years ago she had experienced supernatural phenomenon when she and Dougal moved into a Victorian style house that turned out to be haunted and it took the help of a childhood friend to rid the house of whatever entity haunted the house. The experience prompted them to take up paranormal investigation and her television show, Paranormal UK, was one of the highest rated show on the BBC.

"And where is this new assignment?"

"It's Angel Grove," he said as she sat up on the bed and her eyes widened.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No, and they want you to have a special guest investigator. It seems they want a big ratings boost for their US ratings," he said and she sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Who do they have in mind?"

"Some wanker called Peter Vincent," Simon said as she dropped the receiver onto the bed and ran out of the bedroom, heading down the hallway. "Hello? Cass, are you still there? Hello?"