Chapter Eleven

The streets were slightly crowded while Peter walked down the pavement and placed his hands in his pockets. Cassandra was surprised to find Boe lying next to Peter's side of bed, but he explained that Boe had arrived some time during the night and told her and the other girls to stay at the hotel until he came back. Walking to the door, Peter opened the door while walking toward the counter and the young woman he had seen the night before glared at him.

"What do you want?" Angie Dannae asked as he leaned against the counter, placed his lower arms on the counter and smiled, his dimples denting his cheeks.

"I'm looking for Remy. He here?" he asked as Angie growled and he slid his fingers down the top of his shirt and removed the three chains that were around his neck, using his finger to sway the talismans back and forth. He saw the fear in her eyes when he stood up and smiled at her. "So, he's not the only blood sucker around here."

"Leave her alone," a voice said while Peter slowly turned to the left and saw Remy leaning on the doorframe. Kicking off the doorframe with his right foot, Remy walked closer as Peter clenched his jaw and Angie strummed her nails on the glass.

"Look, I don't want to be here, so can we just get on with the "I'm sorry" shit?" Peter asked as Remy stood in front of him and the light danced in his red eyes. Peter saw the bandage wrapped around Remy's hand as something sour filled his nose and Remy barely wiggled his fingers. "Uh, my girlfriend said to tell you she's sorry, too."

"It's not that simple, Mon Ami. You owe me a meal," Remy said and glanced at Angie. "Not to mention she had to go to bed hungry."

"Uh, Remy Honey…." Angie said as she pointed toward the door and Peter looked down, seeing Boe walk closer then stood next to him.

"What the hell is that?" Remy asked as Peter stroked the top of Boe's head and softly smiled at Remy.

"This is my cat," he said with a blank look on his face and Angie hissed, a thin string of spittle sticking to her fangs. Boe growled back as Angie ran out of the room and Peter crossed his arms across his chest, giving Remy a blank look.

"You've changed," Remy said as Peter scratched an itch in the corner of his left eye and arched an eyebrow.

"And you're still the same? For fuck sake, Remy, you know what happened to my parents. Why would you let yourself be made into a…a…?"

"Are you calling me a monster?!"

"Yeah, I guess I am," Peter said with a shrug of his shoulder.

"It wasn't like I did it on purpose," Remy said as Angie peeked into the room and Peter looked from her to Remy and nodded his head.

"Let me guess. You met her in a bar or a whorehouse and things got out of hand," Peter said as he walked to Angie and wiggled a finger at her. Angie slowly walked closer as he looked at her and sniffed the air. "Hm, you have a slightly musty smell. A guess, but you're about a hundred years old?"

"I'm two hundred and thirty years old," she said with pride in her voice and he nodded then motioned with his hand for her to continue. "I met Remy during a Fat Tuesday party and brought him here. You're right. Things got out of hand and…."

"You sired him?"

"Yes," she said with a nod of her head and Peter sighed, turned and walked back to Remy.

"How long have you been like this?"

"Three years," Remy said while Angie walked closer and slid her arm around his waist. Peter noticed the look they were giving each other as whatever anger he felt melted away and he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry," Peter said as Remy nodded his head then Peter walked to the door, opened the door and left. Remy looked at Angie when she nodded her head and he ran to the door, opened the door and went to catch up with Peter.

The car moved down the street while Rory held the steering wheel tightly in his hands and he sighed. His captain had suspended him and Frannie, but he knew there was something weird going on and strummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He then saw Peter walking down the pavement when he pulled the car over to the curb and rolled the window down.

"Peter?!" he called out as Peter turned then walked back to the car and leaned his lower arm on the roof of the car as he bent down to look at him. He noticed it was the guy who told Mike to move the caravan, but something told him that he had met him before.

"But what the hell is his name?" he thought and strummed his fingers on the roof of the car.

"Do I know you?" Peter asked as Rory sighed and Peter gave him a blank look.

"I'm Rory Swan," Rory said as Peter arched his eyebrows up and softly smiled.

"Shit, well, what can I do for you?"

"I'm not sure. See….," he said when something hit the roof of the car and he looked up, causing Peter to stand up and sighed. Remy sat on the roof of the car when they locked eyes and he pointed for Remy to get off the roof. Rory watched as Remy jumped off the roof of the car then stood next to Peter and smiled, placing his elbow on the roof of the car. "Hello, Remy."

"Hello," Remy said then looked from Peter to Rory then back and smiled. "What are you two up to?"

"None of your business," Peter said with wide eyes as Remy pouted and Rory tapped Peter's arm, making him look at him.

"He's going to tell on us if we don't tell him," he said and Peter nodded his head. "Let's go somewhere and talk."

The jazz band played in the background as the waitress placed the bottles of beer on the table and Remy watched her walking away. Peter heard a soft growling coming from him when he nudged Remy and Remy gave him an impish grin then shrugged a shoulder. Rory sipped on the beer while they waited for him to tell them what was going on and Peter pulled the small, plastic basket of peanuts closer then placed some of the peanuts in his mouth.

"So, Mon Ami, what's going on?" Remy asked as he placed his elbows on the table and cupped his chin in his hands.

"You know about this," Rory said while looking at Remy then looked at Peter and sighed. After taking a sip of beer, he started talking about Misty, Katie, Michael's death then finally the murders of Nurse Thomas and Doctor Miller and Peter sat back against the seat, sipping on the beer.

"Wait. Hold it. Who's Misty again?" he asked and they gave him a slightly stunned look.

"He's talking about the witch," Remy said with wide eyes and Peter frowned, blinking his eyes a few times.

"She lived with the McKanes," Rory said, but Peter shook his head and Rory sighed, sipping on the beer.

"Do you remember the day we met?" Remy asked and Peter nodded his head.

"Do you remember where you were living before you came to live with us?" Rory asked as Peter closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds. Suddenly he saw a girl with black hair and green eyes looking down at him from an upstairs window and she was holding…..

"Yeah, I remember. It was my last chance for a stable family life," Peter said with a sigh and pinched his eyes closed with his fingers and thumb.

"And she ran you off," Rory said with a nod of his head.

"Well, it wasn't her as much as it was that doll of hers," Peter said, looking at them.

"You mean that devil doll she carried?" Remy asked and Peter nodded, sipping on the beer.

"She still has that doll," Rory said with a sigh and sipped on the beer. "She gave it to Katie."

"Nice," Peter sighed, watching the waitress walking by. "So, you really think that Katie killed them?"

"No, I don't," Rory said with venom in his voice and Peter nodded his head.

"Do you have any idea what happened to the doll?"

"No," Rory said as Remy smiled and leaned back in the seat.

"Fuck, Mon Ami, you know damn well where the doll is," Remy said with a smile and they looked at him with a blank look on their faces.

"You think it's at Misty's house?" Peter asked.

"Oui," Rory said with a nod of his head.

"If you're thinking about breaking into Misty's house and searching for the doll, then you can just forget it. I am in enough trouble without adding a B&E," Rory said and Remy snorted, brushing some hair from his eyes.

"You have becoming boring, Mon Ami. There was a time when you would jump at the chance to do something like this," Remy said, rolling his eyes.

"I grew up," Rory growled when Peter held his hands up and softly whistled.

"How quick can you get a search warrant?" he asked, looking at Rory.

"Depending on which judge I can wake up at this hour, I can get one in the morning."

"Great. Now, if you'll excuse me, I got to go," Peter said as he got up then headed for the door and Remy looked at Rory, sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You are a real prick," Remy said when he got up, walked to one of the waitresses and Rory watched as they headed for the backroom.

"Asshole," Rory said as he sipped on the beer, sighed and got up, placing some money on the table.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway while Misty headed for the kitchen then stopped when she heard something moving. Grabbing hold of one of the statues sitting on the table near the doorway to the kitchen, she pressed against the wall then peeked into the room and sighed, rolling her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked as Remy leaned against the kitchen island and crossed one ankle over the other.

"Is that any way to talk to me, Cheri?" he asked as she placed the statue on the counter and saw the dog door flapping back and forth. Even though they didn't own a dog, Michael had never removed it and Remy smiled, leaning his lower arms on the counter. He knew a vampire couldn't enter a home without an invitation, but he hadn't told her what had happened to him when he showed up a few nights after was sire, telling her that someone had attacked him. It wasn't until a week ago that she figured out what he was and he was surprised that she hadn't barred him from entering her home.

"Ok, what do you want?" she asked as he gave her a grin and took an orange out of the fruit bowl next to him, rolling the orange back and forth on the counter.

"I've come to tell you that he's back," he said while she walked closer, took the orange and placed the orange back in the fruit bowl.

"Who are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Peter. He's back and, Cheri, he hunts our kind now," he said and she gave him a blank look.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ah, don't go playing the innocent one with me. You'd lose every time," he said with a grin and she glared at him.

"I have no fucking idea what you're talking about!" she shouted and he hushed her, waving his hands back and forth.

"Keep it down. You'll wake Katie. Oh, wait, nothing short of a bomb going off will do that. You really got to tell me what you did to her. I knew you have power, but that is pure evil. Then again, there is nothing good inside you, is there? I mean the two of us know what you did to your mama and daddy so…" he said when she grabbed hold of his shirt and he saw fire literally in her eyes.

"Get out!" she growled while letting go and he smiled, nodding his head. With a bow, he turned into mist then the mist went through the dog door and she growled, balling her hands into fists.

Walking down the pavement, Remy nodded to one or two friends as he headed back to the shop and softly smiled. He knew that he shouldn't have provoked Misty, but she wouldn't dare do anything to him. He headed down the back alleyway when he felt the air growing thicker and he looked around with his eyes. Being a vampire sucked most of the time, but being able to see in the dark was cool and he sighed, placing his hands in his pockets.

"Nothing there, Mon Ami, you're just scaring…" he said then stopped when something hissed in the darkness and he blinked his eyes a few times. "Whatever you are, Mon Ami, it's a bad…."

Remy didn't have time to move when something jumped out of the darkness and his inhuman screams echoed down the alleyway.

The room was quiet while Peter was lying on his stomach with his arms tucked under the pillow and the pillow was tucked under his chin and chest. The scent of the oils Cassandra had sprinkled on his back filled his nose as he sighed and half closed his eyes, feeling her fingers gently stroking his back. She gently rubbed the tension from his neck and shoulders as she kissed the top of his head and he smiled. Feeling him moving, she got off of him when he rolled onto the towel under him as she climbed back on top of him and sat on his stomach. Taking her hands in his hands, Peter breathed in the scented oils then placed her hands on his chest and she stroked his nipples, sending little shocks of pain and pleasure through his chest.

"Like that, do you?" she asked and he nodded his head. Moving closer, she kissed his lips while flattening her palms against his nipples and he ran his fingers through her hair. It was the sudden growling that made them part as he looked at Boe looking at the window and its ears were flat against its head. "What are you looking at, Kitty Cat?"

Peter had allowed her to call Boe by that nickname since he called Cross "Tweety" on more than one occasion and she climbed off of Peter, walking toward the irritated tiger. Peter had gotten out of bed as she looked at him and smiled at his erection standing at attention. Shrugging, Peter smiled then looked at the window and saw something moving side to side behind the curtains. Holding up a hand, he walked closer when he swiftly opened the curtains and was stunned to see Angie floating outside the window. She gave him a quick glance while he realized that they were on the top floor of the hotel then remembered she was a vampire and sighed.

"Isn't that….?" Cassandra said as he nodded then opened the window and looked at Angie.

"What do you want? If you want a snack then…."Peter said then saw the bloody tears staining her cheeks and blinked his eyes a few times. "What happened?"

"It's Remy," Angie said between sobs and looked toward the shop. "Please, if he means anything to you, you have to come now."

She turned into mist as the mist soared into the night and Peter looked at Cassandra, shrugged and went to get dressed.