Chapter Fourteen

Peter led the way as they went up the stairs when he stopped and looked up at the portrait.

"Is that Lady Angelica?" Cassandra asked.

"Yeah," Peter said as he nodded his head and glanced at her. "You'd look great in that dress."

"Oh, knock it off. I'm not jealous," she teased as he placed his arm around her and they went up the stairs to the left. They walked down the hallway when they came to the door to Gretchen's room and Peter wrapped his knuckles on the wood.

"Gretchen, it's Peter, can I come in?" he asked when the door opened and he led Cassandra in the room. The gray mist floated near the fireplace as Cassandra looked at the portrait then at Peter and he nodded his head. "Gretchen, would you like to come downstairs?"

The gray mist moved closer then stopped as Peter felt the air turn ice cold and they slowly turned around. Floating in the doorway was the black mist as Peter opened the right side of his leather coat and removed the rifle. Cassandra and the gray mist was behind him when he took out a crumbled back of cigarillos, placed a cigarillo between his teeth, lit the cigarillo with the silver lighter, placed the silver lighter and crumbled pack of cigarillos in the pocket of his leather coat, loaded two shells into the rifle, slammed the rifle shut and aimed the rifle at the black mist.

"Bye, Bitch!" he shouted while clenching the cigarillo between his teeth then pulled the trigger twice and the black mist howled as red sparks spread over the black mist. The black mist soared out of the room as the door closed and Peter lowered the rifle.

"What the hell was that?" Cassandra asked as Peter reloaded the rifle and smiled at her.

"Silver dust bullets, they hurt like hell," he said with a snobby tone to his voice after taking the cigarillo out from between his teeth and snorted. Walking to the doorway, he placed the cigarillo between his teeth then waved for Cassandra to come closer when they left the room and the gray mist floated in front of them. "Better back up, this is going to get messy."

The gray mist moved back as Peter took aim and pulled the trigger twice, reloaded then pulled the trigger again. A large hole was in the floor as he placed the rifle away then wiggled his fingers at the gray mist. The gray mist floated closer when he smiled and two tendrils of mist floated toward his face. Sighing, Peter felt thin fingers moving over his face when the tendril moved back into the gray mist and Peter smiled, taking the cigarillo from between his teeth.

"Fredrick?" came from the gray mist as he shook his head and Cassandra looked at him with a confused look on her face.

"I think the reason why she and Lady Angelica keep doing that is because I look like Fredrick," he said as Cassandra made an "o" shape with her mouth and he placed the cigarilloin his mouth as they headed down the hallway. Cassandra noticed that the gray mist floated behind Peter as she looked back at his tight bottom swaying side to side then looked at the gray mist and the gray mist zoomed in front of them and Peter smiled, rolling his eyes. "I thought you weren't jealous."

"I'm not. Just don't like women ogling your ass!" she said and he softly laughed, sliding an arm around her waist. A few moments later they walking inside the master bedroom after Peter opened the door and Cassandra looked over at the fireplace. She walked to the fireplace when she looked up at the urns and Peter looked at the bed, taking the rifle out of his leather coat.

"Lord Henry, we wish to speak with you," Peter said after taking the cigarillo out of his mouth and Cassandra walked closer, taking the cigarillo from him. Kissing her cheek, he loaded the rifle then slammed it shut and pointed the rifle at the floor. A low moan made the gray mist move behind Peter as the red mist float up from the bed and he held up his hand. "We mean you no harm."

"Where are they?" came from the red mist as he sighed and Cassandra walked to the ceramic ashtray on the night table and put out the cigarillo. She walked back to Peter as the red mist turned toward her and she smiled, shrugging her shoulders.

"Gretchen is right here," Peter said as the gray mist float toward the bed and the red mist slowly floated over the bed. Peter held onto Cassandra as the red mist and gray mist mingled together and they could barely hear voices coming from the mists. There were also soft sobbing sounds and hushing sounds when the mists parted and floated toward them. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes." came from the red mist as Peter nodded his head then looked over at the urns and the red mist turned toward the fireplace.

"We need to bring those with us," Peter said as he walked to the fireplace with Cassandra and they lifted the urns off the mantel. Suddenly a loud shrieking sound filled the air as Peter placed the urn on the floor and removed the rifle from his leather coat. The black mist sailed into the room as the red and gray mists zoomed toward Peter and Cassandra and Peter loaded the rifle, taking aim at the black mist. "You just don't quit, do you?"

The black mist screeched as he pulled the trigger twice and red sparks moved through the black mist. Howling, the black mist flew out of the room as Peter sighed and placed the rifle away.

"Keep this up and the next time I use the sword!" he shouted while picking up the urn and they headed for the door. Walking out of the room, he placed the urn on the floor as Cassandra stood next to him and Peter took the rifle out of his leather coat, loaded the rifle, snapped it shut and looked at the mists. Motioning with his hand for them to back up, he watched the mists back up then took aim at the floor and fired the rifle twice, causing wood to explode from the floor. Waving for them to come closer, he watched as the gray mist floated closer then turned back toward the red mist and the red mist stood just inside the room. "It's alright, Your Lordship, there's nothing keeping you in there now."

"Where are they?" came from the red mist as Peter wondered if a stroke could cause damage to someone's spirit and he sighed, holding his hand out.

"Come with me and I will show you," he said as the red mist slowly floated closer and he wiggled his fingers. The red mist floated in front of him as he nodded his head and they headed down the hallway after he placed the rifle away and picked up the urn. Peter stopped at the top of the stairs as Cassandra looked at him and he looked down the hallway toward the nursery.

"Peter, don't," she whispered as he sighed then looked at her and the mists and held the urn against his chest.

"Take them downstairs," he said, handing the urn to her and walked away. Growling, but knowing he had to do what he had to do, Cassandra held the urns tightly in her arms as she went down the stairs and the mists followed closely behind her.

The doors to the nursery slammed open after Peter kicked them when he walked into the room and held the rifle tightly in his hands. The cigarillo was held tight between his teeth as his heart thundered in his ears and a cold sweat moved down his face, neck and chest.

"Rebecca Flynn, by all that's holy, I call you out!" he shouted after he spit the cigarillo out and looked around the room with his eyes. He knew she had based herself in the nursery as he walked to the center of the room and scanned the room through the cross shaped cross hairs of the rifle. He had faced a lot of things, but whatever Rebecca was wasn't a ghost. He had finally figured that what Lady Angelica, Lord Henry, Gretchen and the children were had to be some sort of Earth bound energy and, good or bad, so was Rebecca. But just in case he was wrong, he had loaded one silver dust shell and a holy water shell in the rifle. He spun around a few times as he held the rifle tightly in his hands and stood between the two small beds. He looked down at the blood stain on the floor when he looked up and held the rifle tightly in his hands. "Come on out, Rebecca. I'm not going anywhere!"

Suddenly a loud screeching sound filled the air as he felt something moving under his feet and he ran to the center of the room watching the black mist floating up from the blood stain. The black mist swirled as the black mist floated closer and Peter pointed the rifle at the black mist.

"That's close enough!" he shouted and swore he heard a woman's laugh coming from the black mist.

"You are afraid of me." came from the black mist as he looked through the cross shaped cross hairs and licked his lips.

"Damn straight. I'm fucking scared. Now, be a nice bitch and tell me what you did to Lord Henry and his children!" Peter demanded while the black mist floated closer and he held his hand up. "Ah, one more step and I fire!"

"No, you will not fire." came from the black mist and he pulled the trigger twice. The black mist screeched as the red sparks moved through the black mist as well as white sparks and Peter backed up, heading for the door. His eyes widened as the black mist wiggled and shifted while growing larger and he placed the rifle away, running out of the room.

"Open the door!" Peter shouted as Dougal opened the door and Peter ran by him, heading for the center of the room. Looking out into the hallway, Dougal's eyes widened at the sight of the black mist, which was now reaching almost to the ceiling, and he slammed the door. The door shook as the screeching filled the room and Dougal backed away from the door. Boe ran to the door when the white tiger roared and growled and the screeching stopped. They heard pounding as the room shook and some of the books fell off the shelves. Cassandra ran to Peter while Cassidy ran to Dougal and they wrapped their arms around them.

"What was that?" Dougal asked while looking at Peter and Peter sighed, feeling Emily holding onto his pinkie.

"That was a really p…" he said then looked down at the small, white mist then smiled and rolled his eyes. "That was a really angry Rebecca."

"What made her angry?" Cassandra asked as she looked up at him and he smiled, kissing the tip of her nose.

"I think it was me shooting her," he teased when he looked over at the mists and saw the red mist floating next to the white mist. "Is everything alright, Your Lordship?"

"Yes." came from the red mist and he nodded his head.

"What do we do now?" Cassidy asked as Peter let go of Cassandra then walked to the door and opened the door enough to peek out into the hallway. Suddenly the black mist appeared as he screamed then slammed the door shut and braced himself against the door while the black mist pounded on the door.

"Now we hold a séance and figure out what the…." he said then looked at the small, white mists and sighed. "….figure out what happened."