Down On The Bayou Detective Agency - Case Files

Chapter 10

Case #16 - Un vampir de energie Part 9

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Author's Note: I wish to thank my husband, Mr. H, for his help in solving a problem that was causing me much stress within the storyline. The problem with listening to those voices in our head is they sometimes shut up at the most inopportune times!

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Previously:

The group seated themselves around the room and began to make notes on their pads.

They would find a way.

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Early the next evening, the detective group found themselves sitting in a booth which gave them a clear view of the entire club. The general consensus was the killer would be here tonight and very soon at that.

They still didn't have a clear plan.

They were going on a great deal of faith. That faith came from Edward who swore to them that Michael wouldn't let him die and therefore, would not allow Edward's family to die either. They still had too much work to do as a group.

"Do you feel that?" Angela asked Lauren.

Lauren was flushed. "Yes."

"Emmett, get Lauren out of here," barked Edward and Sam at the same time. "Don't let loose of her either."

"Why? What's up?" Emmett couldn't understand why they were telling him to leave until he looked at his wife.

Emmett paled.

The only time he'd ever seen Lauren with that look was when she was about to orgasm. He got hold of her hand and slid out of the booth, never letting her go.

The moment Lauren slid from the booth, the being turned and stared at her.

Lauren fainted.

Emmett scooped his wife up and carried her outside to their car. He wasted no time getting her into the passenger's seat and strapping her in. He could see that she was struggling to get out, but she couldn't seem to figure out how to undo the seat belts.

Emmett looked up and saw a tall figure standing just on the sidewalk outside the entrance of the club. Emmett began to feel an erection blooming. He knew that there was no reason for this stimulation and hurried to get into the driver's seat, start the SUV, and pull out of the parking lot. The last thing he saw in the rear view mirror was a tall, thin figure standing where they had just been.

He sped down the street. They had to get as far from the influence of that person. Emmett was naturally skeptical of anything he couldn't touch, see, or feel; however, tonight he'd seen and felt and he did not wish to be touched by that being. He'd thought his brother was always way out there, but he was becoming a true believer. Emmett had actually felt-for the first time in his life-that he wanted to fuck a man. It really shook him up.

When he got to the city limits, his raging hard on had diminished. He got his cell phone out and called Edward. "Bro, I am a believer now. I've never experienced anything like that."

"What, Emmett? You felt it too?" Edward asked.

Emmett then explained what had happened in the parking lot. What he'd felt.

"Be careful, Edward. Seriously, man, be very careful."

"Thank you, Emmett. Need to run. Angela is starting to succumb."

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Sam was holding on to Angela very tightly. She was flushed and breathing hard. "No wonder those young people went with him. Just his presence in the room made me want to screw like a rabbit," she panted. However, Angela was holding her own. She was a strong woman and a very good match for Sam.

Sam was very concerned and was wondering if he should take her out of there. However, she'd said no when he asked her, and she did look calmer.

Bella was feeling it also, but she'd never been easy, so she was able to hold it off. However, the next time she and Edward were alone, she was going to attack him.

Edward also felt that sexual pull, but it was coming from his own wife.

Sam leaned across the table and said, "Maybe we'd better leave and rethink this Edward."

"I don't think so, Sam. I just got an idea. Just follow my lead," Edward replied.

The four of them left their booth and walked out into the parking lot, trying to appear casual because they didn't know if this killer was telepathic. If he was, they were screwed. He'd know what they were up to.

However, once in the car, Sam turned casually in his seat and looked out the back window. There, in the parking lot beside a car not too far away, stood the killer.

Edward started his SUV and drove slowly out of the parking lot.

Bella noticed beads of sweat running down Edward's head. She was beginning to feel herself get wet between her thighs, and it wasn't from being too warm. She wanted to fuck, however, a disembodied voice rang out in the car, "Stop it, you four. You have work to do!"

"Edward? Did you hear?" Bella asked.

"Yes. That was Michael's voice," Edward hissed out. "Come on, y'all, keep it together."

"Bella, call Emmett and have him meet us here." Edward handed her his smartphone with a location blinking. She did as she was bid.

Soon, it became apparent to Sam what Edward's plan was as he pulled the SUV into a lot with a power sub-station built on it. Emmett pulled up and parked just moments after Edward stopped the car.

The six detectives got out and walked to the gate that would open into the substation. There should have been a lock on the gate holding the chain that ran between the two halves of the gate, however, the lock dangled from the end of the chain, leaving the gate partially open.

Edward looked at Sam and said only one word, "Michael".

As they walked through the gate, they heard someone laughing behind them. "Run, little rabbits, run."

Lauren turned around first and screamed.

There, just outside the substation fence, stood the tall, thin, dark figure of the being that had been at the club.

"What is it you want?" asked Edward in an attempt to sound frightened.

"Why, all of you. I thought you'd already worked that out, though I don't know why you just didn't keep driving. You would have been safe then. Now, I'm going to consume you all until there's nothing left but lifeless carbon husks." He walked through the gate, coming closer.

The six detectives slowly backed up. Somehow all six understood what they needed to do without it being vocalized.

Bella and Emmett pulled their Glock 19s and began firing into the chest of the killer. Their combined bullets had no effect on him, however. They kept backing up the entire time as Edward had his hands on their shoulders to help keep them going in the correct direction.

When both gun's clips were empty, Bella and Emmett just looked at each other.

The being spoke again but mockingly now. "Aw, you're all out of bullets?" But he didn't wait for them to answer. He kept coming forward while they kept backing up slowly. "Well, it's been fun, but I'm hungry, and you six are just too appetizing. So if you don't mind, I'd like to eat now." It looked as if he were going to lunge.

He did, making a grab for Bella and Emmett.

Edward pulled them back just in time. They were where they needed to be now.

There was a snapping, crackling sound and electrical sparks began to fly from and around the being. He had a look of confusion on his features. Soon, his entire body was surrounded by what looked like lightening.

Edward herded his family as far away from the killer as he could until they had their backs to the fence surrounding the substation. They watched in horrified fascination as the being began to diminish in size and substance.

"Edward?" Bella asked. "What's happening to him?"

"It appears," Edward began, "that he's having all his energy drawn from him."

Emmett muttered, "Well I'll-be-go-to-hell! Just like in The Thing!"

Sam chuckled. "Yeah. Sorta."

The detectives realized that both Angela and Lauren had their hands over their ears and their faces were screwed up in pain.

Bella was the first to see this and asked them, "What's wrong?"

Angela panted out, "He's in pain. He's dying."

Lauren fainted again as the last little bit of the murderer vanished and the light show stopped.

Then the lights for blocks around them went out.

Edward had his flashlight trained on the murderer until the batteries gave out, probably due to the influence of the being now before him. It was totally dark. Sam pulled out the lighter he always carried around with him, just in case. He and Edward walked cautiously toward where the being had last been.

There was a small mass of black ashes, smoldering. Edward poked at the pile with the toe of his shoe, and he scattered them immediately.

Michael, is it gone?

Yes, came back the silent answer.

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