Chapter Four

Paris, France – 1811

Andre was stunned how elegant the furnishing and decorations were as he walked down the hallway and the heels of the black leather boots he was wearing clicked on the highly polished tile floor. The waist coat he was wearing was a dark blue with gold buttons and the gray trousers clung to his hips and legs. He did admit the white shirt with the ruffle cuffs itched as he sighed and held the doll against his chest.

"There is no reason to be frightened," the soft voice said as he nodded his head and the butler opened the door to the dining room. Standing straighter, Andre walked in the room as Giacomo and Roberto looked at him and the butler closed the door. The reason Giacomo's mother wasn't in the room was because she was visiting his sister in London and Giacomo's younger brother, Roberto, was away at university. Not knowing what to do, Andre stood in front of the doors as Roberto sighed and shook his head while rolling his eyes toward the ceiling.

"Well, what are you looking at? Come and eat," Roberto said with a wave of his head and Andre walked toward the table and Roberto pointed to the high back chair to his right. Andre walked to the high back chair when the butler moved the high back chair back and Andre sat down. The butler moved the chair in as Roberto looked at Andre and Andre saw that Roberto and Giacomo were wearing the same clothing he was. "Put that thing on the floor. It is putting me off my appetite."

"Father," Giacomo sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Put it on the floor!" Roberto shouted and Andre placed the doll on the floor next to the high back chair.

"Do you like your room?" Giacomo asked as the butler served the food and Andre nodded his head while Roberto leered at him.

"Answer him!" Roberto said with a loud tone to his voice and Giacomo sighed, rolling his eyes.

"He did answer me."

"No, he just nodded his head. Didn't his parents teach him manners?"

"Father, please, it's alright," Giacomo said as Roberto snorted and looked at the food on his plate.

"It would be just like his father if he didn't teach him any manners. The man was a pig," Roberto grumbled when Andre glared at him and pounded his fist on the table.

"If anyone is a pig, sir, it's you!" Andre said as Roberto halted the fork to his mouth and looked at him with slightly wide eyes.

"What did you say?!" Roberto asked as his eyes went into tight slits and Giacomo sighed, knowing that his father did not like to be insulted.

"I said….!"

"I heard you! You will NOT….!" Roberto said when a sharp pain roared up his right leg and he screamed, pushing the chair away from the table. Both Roberto and Giacomo stood up as they saw the fork sticking out of Roberto's leg just below his knee and the blood rolled down his trouser leg. The butler ran to Roberto as he led Roberto out of the room while Giacomo looked at Andre then noticed that his fork was missing.

"No, there is no possible way for him to stab my father with the fork without us seeing him," Giacomo thought when he felt like he had to look under the table and knelt on the floor, looking under the table. His blood ran cold as he looked at the doll lying on the floor near where his father's legs would have been when the doll turned its head and the sapphire blue glass eyes locked with his eyes. Crawling back a bit after the doll winked then smiled at him, Giacomo stood up as he looked at Andre then sighed and placed his hands on the table. He watched Andre get off the high back chair, crawl under the table then appear with the doll in his arms and Giacomo sat down hard on the high back chair. Watching Andre leave the room, Giacomo wondered if the rumors of Andre and his mother being witches were true as he placed his elbows on the table and held his head in his hands.

New Orleans, Louisiana

The sun was going down as the sky turned a red and bluish color and the police cruiser stopped at the curb. The door opened as a tall man with a round face and a lean build pushed up the sunglasses and his black hair stuck out from under his baseball cap with NOPD on the front. The heels of his leather boots clicked on the pavement as he headed for the sliding doors and his tight jeans hugged his hips and ass. Detective Rory Swan watched the sliding doors open when Misty stormed out and she gasped after crashing into him.

"Oh, Rory, I'm sorry," she said as he smiled and dimples dented his cheeks.

"It's alright," he said as she sighed and he saw the sadness in her eyes. Misty and Rory had known each other since they were kids as he held his hand out and led her to the wooden bench after she took his hand. Sitting down, he looked at her as she placed her lower arms on her thighs and sighed, looking at her feet. "She's still the same?"

"Yes," Misty said with a nod of her head and the tears dribbled from the corners of her eyes. Reaching into his pocket of his denim shirt, Rory took out a handkerchief as he handed the handkerchief to her and she smiled, using the handkerchief to wipe her eyes and blow her nose.

"Um, I know this isn't the best time, but I really need to talk to her," Rory said and she gave him a blank look.

"She's catatonic!" she said with wide eyes and he nodded his head.

"And my captain is on my ass for her statement. It's been a week since Michael died and…" he said as her eyes turned into slits and she clenched the handkerchief in her hand.

"I know that! What do you want me to do?! Shake her until she wakes up?!" she half shouted while he hushed her and rubbed her back.

"No, but if I don't tell him something soon, I'll be looking for a new job," he said as she nodded and they got up while he slid his arms around her. Misty placed her head against his chest as he kissed the top of her head and she looked up at him with a small smile on her face. "How about we go get something to eat?"

Nodding her head, she took his hand as they walked down the pavement, but didn't notice the doll watching them from the window and Rory held Misty against his side.

"Peter!" Lisa shouted as she stormed out of the house then looked around and saw Peter standing by the car, looking up at the window. He didn't notice her coming toward him as she grabbed hold of his arms and shook him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?! Do you have any idea how hard I had to work to get you into this place?!"

"I want to go," he said, pulling away from her and she growled, balling her hands into fists.

"You little shit! You don't have anywhere else TO go! It was either this, juvenile hall or the mental home! Now you get….," she shouted when Peter gave her a look that chilled her blood and she backed away from him. "Fuck, you are a psycho!"

Snorting, Peter turned as he ran down the pavement and a part of him hoped she would come after him. He stopped at the corner when he turned and saw Lisa's car pulling away from the curb. Sighing, Peter placed his hands in his pockets when he walked down the pavement as he kept his head down and people blinked their eyes a few times while he walked by them. He didn't know how long he was walking when he felt his stomach growling and he stood in front of McDonald's, feeling stupid that he forgot to bring the money that Lisa had given him. His stomach growled louder when he heard a soft giggle and turned his head, seeing an old woman with dark skin, gray hair done in tight curls and dark eyes standing next to him. Her eyes were almost black as he felt a cold chill move through him, but he saw that she had a paper bag in her right hand and held onto the wooden cane with her left hand.

"Are you hungry, Child?" she asked as she walked closer and her slightly tattered dress swirled around her hips.

"Yeah," Peter said as she slid her hand into the paper bag and took out the cheeseburger wrapped in yellow paper, holding it out to him. Peter cautiously walked closer when he took the cheeseburger from her and she smiled, nodding her head.

"What's your name, Child?"

"It's Peter," he said then moved the yellow paper wrapper back and bit into the cheeseburger, feeling the greasy meat on his tongue.

"Well, Peter, I'm Mama Bella," she said and watched him finishing the cheeseburger.

"Thanks for the food, Miss Bella," he said then started to walk away when two boys walked out from behind the wall that surrounded McDonalds and one of the boys smiled, folding his arms over his chest. "Who are you?"

"Well, considering you just ate my dinner, your worst nightmare," the boy said as the boys walked closer and Peter felt his heart slamming against his ribs.

"Peter," Cassandra said with a sing song tone to her voice as she moved her fingers through the soft hairs on his chest and stroked her finger over the tip of his nipple.

"Hm?" Peter sighed as she blew warm air over his skin and he half opened his eyes, blinking his eyes until his eyes cleared. He held his arms out while she crawled on top of him and slid her hands under his shoulders, making a small smile appear on his face. Wrapping his arms around her, Peter watched as she made little kisses on his collar bone and he gently stroked his long fingers up and down her back. She slowly moved down his body while making little kisses over his chest and stomach and he moaned as she took his nipples between her fingers and thumbs and squeezed his nipples enough to cause a warm, slightly painful tingling inch up and down his body. Sliding her tongue over his navel, he giggled when she moved up his body then kissed his lips and he held her head tenderly in his hands. "Now that's a nice way to wake up."

"I'm not done," she said as he let go of her head and she kissed down his chest while tweaking his nipples and he lightly moaned, rolling his eyes. Cassandra kissed along his stomach when she slid her fingers along his appendix scar and a cool shiver caused his skin to break out in goose flesh. She sat on his legs when she moved her hands over his thin hips and stroked the curls of hair above his balls. Nodding his head, Peter watched her stroking his cock as a warm tingle moved up his body while his cock grew hard and stiff and she moved closer, sliding his cock inside her. Straddling his hips as she placed her hands on either side of him, she locked eyes with him while rocking and pushing against him and pressed her muscles around his cock. He watched her breasts bouncing up and down with her movements as he licked his lips and she moved her hands up his sides, pushing harder and faster. Moaning, Peter pounded his fists on the bed as she moved harder and faster and he started breathing deeply through his nose. Rising up onto his elbows he watched her place her hands on his shoulders while he arched his head back and felt his body growing hot and numb. Gasping, his body started shaking as he shot his seed into her and he screamed her name over and over. He flopped onto the bed as she slid off of him and moved up his sweaty body, carefully lying on top of him.

"You ok?" she asked while placing her head on his shoulder and he smiled, wrapping his arms around her.

"Ye-yeah," he said then smelt food cooking as he blinked his eyes a few times and titled his head to one side. "What's that smell?"

"Stacey is making stew for dinner."

"Is she?" he asked and she nodded her head.

"After you fell asleep, I went downstairs and told the girls to get their asses in gear and Mike took us to the local Walmart so we could do some shopping. We got food, drinks, video games, cds and dvds and Mike said we'll be at the first venue first thing in the morning," she said as he slid his long fingers up and down her back and a cool shiver moved through her body.

"How long before dinner's ready?" he asked when Tamara climbed up the chrome ladder then looked at the bed and made a soft cough to get their attention.

"Dinner's ready, Your Highness!" she said then climbed down the chrome ladder and Cassandra placed her forehead against his chest. Softly laughing, Peter watched Cassandra getting off of him as she stood at the side of the bed and wiggled her fingers at him. Smiling, he pulled her back down onto the bed as she laughed and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her lips.