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Chapter 4

A half hour later Tyson was entrenched at his favorite table at Jazzy Blues, enjoying a glass of good bourbon. The usual quartet was playing and a pang of disappointment washed over him knowing Alisha would not be singing tonight. Gerard had gotten her a recording contract and she was in LA making her first CD. Tyson wished her well but he missed her voice and her blood.

He was savoring the bite of the bourbon when a singer joined the band onstage. The sultry opening strains of the Peggy Lee classic "Fever" began and the woman started to sing. His glass froze halfway to his lips as the chillingly familiar voice struck deep into his soul. His gaze fastened on the woman on stage and he set his glass down with a thump. He couldn't believe his eyes but there was the woman he had hoped to never see again.

Cassandra Andros had blown into New Orleans in 1954 with the force of a hurricane and shook the community with her dynamic personality. By 1956 she had completely captivated Tyson and in his besotted state he tuned out all the warnings that Granny had issued. Just over a year later he was blindsided when Cassandra's jealous fledgling came after him. He was forced to kill Marco in self-defense which turned Cassandra against him and only Granny's intervention had saved him from a beheading.

Now he watched with a sick feeling in his gut as the willowy dark blonde proceeded to mesmerize every other male in the room with her rich voice. All too well he knew that every man in the room thought she was singing only to him. A flood of relief washed through him as he realized that Cassandra's voice only produced a feeling of distaste in him. Any affect she had on him had vanished long ago. He fought the urge to leave the room and remained in his seat, curious to know why she was back in town. Cass had caught his gaze with her violet eyes as she sang and he knew that she would come join him when ready.

At the end of the set, Cassandra glided down from the stage and headed straight to his table. She slid into the chair opposite him, her eyes glittering brightly.

"So Giles, you came to hear me sing, what an unexpected pleasure," she purred using the name she first knew him by.

"If I had known you were here Cassandra, I would have avoided this place like the plague," Tyson said stonily. "Why are you back in town?"

"I missed New Orleans," she shrugged and reached for his glass. Tyson removed it before she could touch it.

"You hated New Orleans," he reminded her.

"All right," she conceded. "I saw you on the news last month. The hero who helped expose a killer and made sure those young children inherited their estate. I just had to come back and see you," she said sweetly but there was no warmth in her smile.

"No you didn't."

"Why Giles, I'm beginning to think you are unhappy to see me," Cassandra pouted.

"Considering that the last time we were together you almost killed me, I would say; no I am not happy to see you," he replied dryly. "And I'm no longer using the name Giles."

"Oh I am aware of that Tyson. And I rather like your new identity," she said smugly. "I am sure that Det. Lowe finds you fascinating as well. So you are sampling the human population now. That is unlike the Giles I knew." Her eyes sparkled with malicious delight.

"How did you….?"

"Genevieve is a wealth of information as always. Whatever did you do to make her so angry with you?" she enquired with a light laugh. She gave a sultry smile to the waiter who delivered a glass of bourbon to her without being summoned.

"It doesn't take much with Gen," Tyson shrugged. His nerves were tightening at Cassandra's mention of Savannah. He was never going to doubt Moriah's cards again; she was dead on in this prediction.

"So tell me Tyson, do you plan to bring Savannah into our little community?" Cassandra asked as she sipped her drink.

"That is none of your business," Tyson snapped.

"Oh my, I seem to have touched a nerve," she responded in triumph. "Could it be that your little human doesn't want this gift? You may find it far more challenging to create a vampire than to kill one," she continued with a bitter note in her voice.

"I never wanted to kill Marco," Tyson protested. "He attacked and gave me no choice. You weren't there Cass."

"No, if I had been I would never have allowed you to take him from me," she hissed, leaning toward him. An almost insane anger burned in her eyes.

"Tell me Cassandra, if Marco was so important to you, why did you ever get involved with me?" Tyson asked angrily. "This was your entire fault; I had no idea that he was your lover as well as your fledgling. You were the one who lit the fuse on that fiasco."

"No one dictates to me how to behave," Cassandra said haughtily.

"Then learn to live with the consequences. I defended myself, nothing more," Tyson growled and got to his feet. He swallowed his remaining drink and set the glass firmly on the table. "Good night Cassandra." He turned away from the table.

"Savannah really is quite lovely and I've enjoyed watching her work these past few nights," Cassandra stated softly before he could walk away. She was rewarded by the look of alarm that flashed in Tyson's eyes as he swung back to her. It fed her ego to know that she could still control his emotions. She just needed to push the right buttons.

"You stay away from her," he warned as he placed his hands on the table and leaned towards her. His eyes went silver.

"Remember where you are Tyson," Cassandra chided lightly. "Humans are present." He instantly clamped down on his vampire side and she nodded knowingly. "You are such a "moral" vampire Giles. That backwater voodoo woman destroyed the promising vampire I once knew."

"Don't cross Granny, Cassandra," Tyson cautioned as he straightened up. He took no offense at her attack on his nature. "You are no match for her. She drove you out of New Orleans once and she can do it again. Get out of town while you can," he added quietly.

"Oh lover, you know me, I love a challenge. I don't fear that old fool."

"It is your choice sugar," Tyson said shaking his head. "Just stay away from Savannah." Without waiting for a response he quickly left the room.

In the entrance he saw some publicity photos of Cassandra Aries that had not been there when he walked in. He suspected that Cassandra had kept them from putting them out until he was inside the club. She had planned this carefully and he felt like a net was closing over him. Grabbing one of the photos he put it in his shirt pocket and angrily strode out onto Bourbon Street. As he headed to his car he was painfully aware that he had to find Savannah and do some confessing. He needed to explain to her that one of his past sins had come back to threaten them.

Walking along to the car he pulled his phone out, knowing he had one more person to inform of what had happened. By now Granny's meeting must be over.

"Hello boy," Granny's voice answered quickly.

"Granny, Cassandra Andros is back in town," he said coming directly to the point. "She is focused on Savannah."

For a long couple of minutes there was silence. Then he heard a sigh.

"You have seen her."

"She is singing at Jazzy's. Thanks to Genevieve, she knows far too much about Savannah," he said heatedly.

"Well that little fool has never chosen her allies well," Granny observed. "Where are you now?"

"I'm going to police headquarters to check on Savannah. I have to let her know about this and warn her. Cass is clear that she has not forgiven me for Marco," he replied as he reached his car and got inside.

"I understand. Did she tell you that she plans to harm Savannah?"

"Not in so many words," Tyson admitted. "She was very vague but I got her message loud and clear."

"All right, then go and stay with Savannah until she is off duty. Bring her out to my place, Beth and Rayna are here. We will find a way to protect her. We may need to relocate her to Robert's house when she is not working for safety's sake. You will not be able to be with her every moment if you are to keep an eye on Cassandra," Granny advised. "I would really prefer to send her out of town to be completely safe."

"No, Savannah will not go into hiding. And I don't think that sending her away will stop Cassandra," Tyson said as he thought about that suggestion. "I think we will have to deal with this with Savannah in town. We will see you after she gets off duty."

End chapter.

I was busy while up north camping and finished up several chapters. I do hope there are still some of you out there reading. I live for reviews and hate to beg but I guess I need to know if you still want to read my work. Thanks to those who have been reviewing.