Chapter Nine
"Who are you?" Peter asked while Remy kicked off the lamppost and folded his arms across his chest.
"You don't recognize me?!" he asked as he brushed some hair from his eyes and pouted.
"Peter, who is he?" Cassandra whispered as he looked back at her and Remy smiled, slowly walking closer.
"My name is Remy Louie Nocturneaux," Remy said with a slight bow and the young women smiled, nudging each other. Crossing his arms across his chest, Remy grinned as he looked the young women up and down and gave them a wink. Growling, Peter walked closer while Remy watched him walking around him and slightly smiled. "Do you like what you see?"
"I knew a Remy once. He was a real arsehole and…" Peter said then ducked when Remy roared and swung at him and Peter kicked Remy's legs out from under him. Falling onto his back, Remy watched while Peter jumped on top of him and pinned his shoulders to the pavement. Breathing hard and fast through his nose, Peter glared at Remy when Remy smiled and tilted his head to one side. Before Peter could move, Remy changed into mist as he sailed out from under Peter then reappeared behind Cassandra and pulled her arm behind her back.
"Leave her alone!" Tamara shouted while Peter stood up and Remy saw the anger in Peter's eyes.
"I'll gladly let her go if he stops trying to kill me!" Remy said, not noticing Cassandra mumbling and a red light spread over her hand. Remy yelped when fire burst from her hand as he let her go and glared at them, holding his hand under his arm. Peter arched his eyebrows up while widening his eyes as Remy vanished into the darkness and Cassandra moved closer, wrapping her arm around Peter's waist.
"Well that was weird," she said as the young women walked closer and Peter stared into the darkness. Feeling his body shaking in either fear or anger, Cassandra stroked his back, but he didn't seem to notice and balled his hands into fists.
"You ok, Boss?" Tamara asked when Peter turned around and walked down the pavement. Knowing what he was like when he was pissed off, the young women followed Cassandra as they half ran to catch up with him and a pair of red eyes sparkled in the darkness.
Walking out of the darkness, Remy slid his hand out from under his arm when he looked at the blisters and blackened skin then sighed and blinked his eyes a few times.
"Remy, Mon Ami, you are a fucking idiot," he whispered then slid his hand into his pocket and walked into the darkness.
"Peter?!" Cassandra called out as they came in the caravan when they heard a noise coming from the back and Cassandra walked to the kitchen area, seeing Peter looking through the refrigerator. She knew what he was looking for as she tapped his back and jumped, seeing the anger in his eyes. "Easy, Love, take it easy."
Sighing, Peter closed the refrigerator door when she moved closer and slid her arms around him, placing her head against his chest. His heart slammed in her ear as she felt him kissed the top of her head and she looked up, smiling at him.
"You ok?" she asked.
"No," he said while elongating the "o" and she reached up, brushing the hair from his eyes. Taking his hand, they walked to the front of the caravan as he saw the young women sitting on the couches and chairs and he let go of her hand, folding his arms across his chest.
"Guess I owe you an explanation," he said and Tamara widened her eyes and gave him a stunned look.
"You think?!" she asked as he sighed and Tamara moved over to let him sit down. Cassandra had gone upstairs then came down with a glass of Midori when she handed him the glass and sat on his lap. Taking a long sip, he swallowed then looked at them and half lowered his eyes. He thought long and hard about how to explain what was going on when he sighed and placed his head on the back of the couch.
"Fine, that was a vampire," Peter said as he looked at them and the young women gave him a stunned look.
"You mean like that sparkly guy in Twilight?" one of the young women asked and he sneered at her.
"No," he said with an elongated "o" and rolled his eyes. "I am talking about a tear-your-throat-out-and-suck-your-blood vampire."
"Those aren't real," one of the young women said.
"Tell that to Ginger," they heard him whisper then got up and walked to the front of the caravan. They got up and followed him and watched him sipping on the Midori.
"Ginger was killed by a vampire?" Tamara asked as he slowly nodded his head and sipped on the Midori. "But you told the cops that she was killed by a stalker."
"They'd lock me up if I had told them the truth," he said then turned around and looked at them. "Ok, I never thought I would have to tell you this, but I am more than a hard–drinking, hard-smoking, oversexed, egotistical, arsehole illusionist. I am also an expert on the supernatural! I have faced demons, witches, ghosts, werewolves and vampires and know how to kill or destroy them. The reason why is because my father and mother were killed by a vampire when I was a kid and it was that vampire who also killed Ginger. Well, it was one of his minions, but she's still dead! Along with some help, I was finally able to destroy his arse, but is still doesn't stop these arseholes from popping up. Now that you know, I won't blame you if you want to leave. I know Cassandra won't, but the rest of you can fuck off if you want. I don't give a shit!"
They watched him walk by when Tamara grabbed hold of his arm and he looked down at her hand then at her and she gave him a look that made his balls retreat into his body.
"You are an arsehole," she said as he pulled away and glared at her.
"Gee, thanks," he said when she walked around him and stood in front of him as he turned and he growled, placing his arms across his chest.
"No, you are an areshole if you believe we think that little of you. Yeah, that guy scared the shit out of us, but did you see us running for the hills?! No, we didn't, and that's because we know you wouldn't let him near us. As for the rest of it, do you really think we give a shit?"
"Do you?" he asked while looking at the other young women and they shook their heads.
"And it's really hard to find a job on the strip in this economy," one of the young women said.
"Face it, Boss, YOU…are…stuck…with…us," Tamara said while poking him in the chest as he looked at them then blinked his eyes a few times and raised his glass. They watched him empty the glass when he turned on his heels while heading for the door and walked down the stairs. They followed him when he walked to the door to the hotel and opened the door. Pointing with his hand, he watched the young women walk by when he smacked their bottoms and Cassandra gave him a look when he went to smack her bottom. Shrugging, he followed them inside as he slid his arm around her waist and the door closed behind them.
Doctor Miller walked down the hallway while he looked at the chart and his footsteps echoed behind him. Sending Katie to Ward Three made him sick inside as he stopped in front of the metal doors and looked at the security guard sitting at the desk. The security guard was a tall man with black hair cut close to his scalp, dark eyes, a round face and a lean, muscular body. He was wearing a dark blue uniform with Security printed over the left pocket and a walkie-talkie hung from his right hip.
"Good evening," Doctor Miller said as the security guard looked at him and nodded.
"Pass?" he asked as Doctor Miller handed him the white, laminated card he removed from his pocket and the security guard placed the white, laminated card in the scanner. He looked at the screen then handed the white, laminated card back to Doctor Miller and Doctor Miller placed the white, laminated card back in his pocket. Pushing the button, the security guard nodded his head while Doctor Miller walked by and the metal doors closed behind him. The hallways branched off in three directions as he looked at the signs marking which section led to the men's ward, the women's ward and the children's ward and walked straight ahead. He passed another security point and another set of metal doors and the metal doors closed behind him. Walking down the hallway, Doctor Miller looked at the doors when he walked to the door to his left and slid the small door back, looking into the room. The walls and floors were padded with a light embedded in the ceiling and a bed sat in the middle of the room. Katie was lying on her back while brown straps held her to the mattress and a sheet was covering her up to her neck.
"May I help you?" a voice asked while Doctor Miller turned and looked at the nurse standing next to him. After showing her the white, laminated card, the nurse nodded her head and reached into her pocket for the key then unlocked the door. Opening the door, she led him into the room as he walked to the bed and looked down at Katie. Suddenly the door slammed shut as they turned to look at the door and the nurse softly laughed. "It must have been the wind."
"Yes," Doctor Miller said with a nod of his head while the nurse walked to the door and opened the door. He then noticed the look on her face as she pointed to the bed and he looked down, seeing the doll standing on the mattress. Before he could move, the doll growled then jumped into the air and the nurse screamed, running out of the room. Doctor Miller grabbed hold of the doll as the doll clawed at his face and he moved his head side to side, trying to protect his eyes. Doctor Miller roared while tossing the doll out of the room and the doll slammed into the wall. Sliding down the wall to the floor, the doll got back up then ran back into the room and the door slammed shut.
The nurse and the security guard ran down the hallway as Doctor Miller's screams filled the air and the security guard had held the gun tightly in his hand. The screams died down when the security guard kicked the door open then walked in the room and felt bile rushing into this throat. The nurse looked into the room as she held her hand to her mouth and the security guard placed the gun away, took the walkie talkie off his belt and sighed, looking at the blood spreading across the floor.
The room was still as Cassandra stroked the soft hair on Peter's chest and a cool chill moved through him. She slowly circled her finger around the edge of his nipple as he smiled and she wrote her name on his chest over his heart. Doing little kisses on his chest, she slipped her lips over his nipple when small shocks of pleasure and pain moved through him and Peter arched his head back, sliding his hand up her back. Moaning, he felt her crawling on top of him when she sucked on his other nipple and he closed his eyes, pawing at the duvet.
"Patience," she whispered while moving the duvet and bedding off of them and rubbed her body against him. Both were naked as her nipples scraped against his nipples then she kissed his lips, feeling his hands moving up and down her back. He yelped as she pinched his nipples between her fingers and thumbs and he held her head in his hands. Letting go of her head, he closed his eyes as she kissed down his body until she came to his appendix scar and she sat on his legs, stroking the slightly sensitive skin. His heart started slamming in his chest as she deliberately slid her fingers slowly up his body, along his sides and stroked his chest. He breathed hard through his nose and she could barely see his chest rising and falling in the dim light of the room. Kneeling on the bed, she looked down while her hair tickled his skin and she placed her fingers on his balls, slowly stroking one ball then the other. His cock twitched as she stroked the base then made little kisses on his stomach and he hissed, closing his eyes.
"Fuck, you are so mean," he teased as she nodded and moved down his body, kissing his balls and cock. His cock throbbed against her lips as she lifted his cock and slid her fingers underneath. He giggled as she stroked the sensitive skin then she slid his cock into her mouth and moved her tongue around the shaft. Balling his hands into fists, he moaned as she slid his cock deeper into her throat and his cock grew harder and bigger. Sucking and licking, she felt the quick throbbing against her tongue when she slid his cock out of her mouth then placed his cock against her folds. "Let me in. Please!"
"I love it when you beg," she teased as she slid his cock inside her and straddled his hips and he made a soft whimper. Pressing against him, she moved faster and harder as he started moving with her and lifted his bottom off the bed. Slightly arching over him while moving faster and harder, Cassandra lowered her head onto his stomach while he sat up on his elbows and she felt his cock pulsating inside her. Peter felt his heart slamming hard in his chest when a cool numbness moved through him and he screamed her name over and over as he climaxed.
"Peter?" she asked after he flopped onto the bed as she climbed off of him then slid on top of him and he breathed hard and fast through his nose. His skin was hot and covered in sweat as she made little kisses on his chest and he gently slid his arms around her. Placing her head down on his chest, she listened to his heart slamming in his chest while he kissed the top of her head and she looked up, barely seeing him smile. "Are you alright?"
"Yep," he said when she carefully climbed off of him then snuggled closer and placed her head on his shoulder. Holding her hand to his chest, Peter watched the shadows moving on the ceiling as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Peter watched her sleeping when he glanced over to his right then saw a pair of red eyes appeared and he blinked his eyes a few times. Something moved in the shadows when he caught the glimpse of black and white fur in the dim light and smiled. Something purred after he reached over then felt soft fur and he nodded his head. Boe, Peter's white Bengal tiger familiar, settled down on the floor near the bed as Peter sighed then closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
