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Chapter 20

Song(s): Habibi (Tamino)

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Damien Thorn's Residence, W13th and Washington Street, Meat Packing District, NYC…

Keeping his fingers firm on the steel door as he stared into the Officer's face, Damien stood tall before taking in the Detective shield on the man's hip followed by the gun resting in its holster.

"What's this about?"

Shifting his weight as he glanced over Damien's shoulder, Shay took in the sunlight streaming in from the windows over the concreate floor as he pulled out a photograph of Sosie Millar.

"Do you know this girl?"

Glancing at the picture, he shook his head as Shay laid a hand on the edge of the door.

"I'd like to ask you some other questions Mr. Thorn. We can either do it here in the comfort of your home, or I can escort you to the station downtown?"

Stepping aside as he swept a hand behind him, Shay entered with tentative steps.

"I looked you up. You're quite the in-demand photographer with a Pulitzer nomination to boot."

Nodding his head as he listened for any sound in the kitchen, Damien crossed his arms over his broad chest as he watched the Officer tucking the photograph into his shirt pocket before pulling out a small notebook.

"Yes, born overseas in Rome to an Ambassador Father hailing from a wealthy prominent American family, educated at expensive schools, served everything with a silver spoon on a silver platter' Shay added as he stopped beside the work table, glancing down at the horrific images captured on film.

"Should I be ashamed of my upbringing Officer? You know how the saying goes, you can't choose your family…" he added with a slight grin.

Turning around as he moved his eyes up and onto the unmade bed, Shay caught movement from the corner of his eye as he felt his mouth falling open.

"Miss Lewin?"

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Lennox Hill Hospital, 100 E77th St, New York, New York…

Hearing the ding of the elevator door as it reached the sixth floor, Father Thomas Mallory stepped out onto the linoleum and instantly felt a cold presence surrounding his body.

You're here

Something dark, is here

Walking slowly down the corridor, he passed the busy nurse's station and caught no eyes as he watched the scrub clad hospital staff bustling about with charts, paperwork, and Doctor's orders.

Will you let me know when I'm close to the room she was in? Mallory wondered as he mentally sent forth a challenge to the cold presence that was persistent in following him as soon as he had entered the building.

Moving his eyes above the doors as he passed, he felt the fingers of his left hand beginning to curl as a low growl sounded at his right side.

This must be it

Raising his eyes to the number sixty-four above the door, he stepped forward and was about to enter when a hand slammed down on his arm.

"Sir, are you family?"

Lowering his eyes down onto the face of the middle-aged nurse as she gripped his arm with badly painted pink fingernails, Mallory sniffed at the air as he breathed in the scent of strong sulphur. Hearing a low growl coming from the back of the woman's closed mouth, he reached out and gripped her wrist before flinging it away from him.

"Yes, I am."

Pushing open the door, Thomas stepped inside and made sure the door was locked before moving his eyes onto the face of the sleeping patient.

Old man, stay fast asleep please

Scanning his eyes over the floor, he saw no streak marks and nothing that would indicate that a vicious struggle had taken place.

Clicking his tongue against the inside of his cheek, Thomas moved slowly towards the large wide window as he ran a finger along the edges. Pressing the tips of his fingers against the glass, he knocked twice before taking a step backwards.

Sosie did not throw herself out of the window, she had to have been pushed by something incredibly strong

And inhuman

Looking down once more into the yard six floors below, he caught slight movement from the corner of his eye as he spotted a dog.

"Are you following me Hound?" he breathed lowly as the dog raised his faced up towards him.

I take that as a yes

Reaching along his neck, Mallory pulled out his silver cross necklace and flashed it towards the dog as it turned its head and ran back into the underbrush of a cluster of trees.

"Holy Father, keep Sosie in your good graces, ahem" he breathed, turning on his heel as a gust of cold wind blew past his face

Stay Servant

Hearing the low whisper against his ear as he strode across the floor of the room, he gripped the handle of the door hard and pulled it open as he came face to face with the middle-aged nurse that had tried to stop him from entering earlier.

"Excuse me" he spoke, shuffling past her as she held a clipboard tightly against her chest. Making his way down the corridor back towards the elevator, he pressed the button for the main floor before feeling eyes once more.

Did you find what you were looking for…Father?

Turning back towards the hospital room, he froze as a wide smile spread across the face of the nurse, barring her teeth as she made a chomping motion in his direction.

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Damien Thorn's Residence, W13th and Washington Street, Meat Packing District, NYC…

Stepping out of the kitchen in Damien's shirt that stopped just at mid-thigh, Kate moved towards the work table before taking a seat on one of the stools.

"Hello Detective."

"Now this is really interesting. You report to the police that your friend utters the name Damien Thorn just before she throws herself out of a window, and here you are? Sleeping with the very same man?"

Hearing the loft door closing loudly behind him, Shay brought a hand to rest alongside his hip as he rubbed the side of his thumb against his holster.

"Are you doing your own detective work Miss Lewin?" the Officer inquired as Damien cleared his throat.

"You are in my house Officer, I suggest you show my guest respect…" he began as Shay turned around to face the young man whose eyes seemed devoid of any and all co-operative emotion.

"Or what, I'll be thrown out of a window too?" the man challenged as Damien felt the corners of his lips twitching.

"Strange things seem to happen around me Detective."

Feeling his mouth falling open slightly as he heard Damien's words, Shay shook his head before turning back to Kate.

"Obviously now, I want to ask you more questions about your friend's death, so make yourself available for the day after tomorrow, noon."

"Are you sure you don't want to talk to me now?"

Hearing the words coming out of her mouth, Kate narrowed her eyes before giving her a head a small shake.

Why did I say that?

Sounding so smug…

I've never disrespected Police before

"Yeah, I'm sure. Both of you I want to question at the station the day after tomorrow. At least there, there will be witnesses."

Watching the Detective pulling out his car keys as he turned towards the closed door, the man froze in place as his eyes fell on two large dogs that had made no presence in his near twenty minutes of being inside the loft.

"Are your dogs…friendly?"

Fifteen minutes later…

Taking a seat on the edge of the grey sofa, Kate dangled her hand over the edge of the arm as she watched the two Rottweilers both taking an obedient seat. Feeling the tongue of one along her thumb, she smiled as the other dog started to gnaw gently on her ring finger.

Stay Servant

Letting her eyes wander on the stacks of books that rose up halfway against the concreate wall beneath a framed picture of a Kenyan village on fire, Kate blinked quickly as she spotted gold capitalized letters along the spine of one book.

HOLY BIBLE

NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION

NV

Shooing the dogs away, Kate moved off the sofa and pulled the book out before fanning through the pages, some of which had been highlighted.

"Do you remember anything from your childhood Isabella?"

Looking up into Damien's eyes as she closed the Bible over her thumb, Kate shook her head as she noticed the extra cup of coffee in his hands. Reaching up, she took the steaming beverage and sat back against the leg of the coffee table as Damien sat on the sofa behind her.

"I don't remember anything. No friends, no schools, nothing until I was nearly sixteen."

"What happened when you were sixteen?"

Taking a large sip of the scaling coffee, Kate crossed her legs at the ankles as one of the Hounds curled up beside her thigh.

"My Mother's Doctor diagnosed her as a paranoid schizophrenic. A month after that, I never saw her again. Police say she had jumped off a bridge in the middle of the night, another Officer said that they had found a note saying she was ashamed with her medical condition and that it would only do me harm to be raised by her. Little did she know that I would be given the same diagnosis" she added, shaking her head as the Hound next to her huffed.

"You're not schizophrenic."

"I know…that now."

Flipping the Bible open where her finger had acted as a bookmark, Kate stared down at the highlighted sentences as she read them aloud.

"This calls for wisdom. Let the person who has insight calculate the number of the Beast, for it is the number of a man. That number, is 666."

Finishing the last dregs of his coffee, Damien sat the mug down heavily onto the coffee table as he stared at the second Hound.

"What do you remember of your childhood Damien?"

Letting his hand rest on the haunch of the Hound that jumped up onto the sofa beside him, the young man stared up at the ceiling as a car horn blasted from somewhere outside.

"My Mother hated me, my Father tried to kill me."

Sitting up straight as she heard his words, Kate turned and leaned her crossed arms on the coffee table as she watched him thinking over his next words.

"When I was five, my Nanny hung herself from a bedroom window of our house during my fifth birthday party. I'll never forget the screams before she started yelling out my name.

Damien, it's all for you

"We need to see your friend John."

Bringing his eyes back down and onto her face, Damien cocked his head to one side as he nodded at her attire.

"Get dressed."

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John Lyons Residence, Winchester County, New York State…

Parking the Jeep Wrangler beside a black Mercedes Benz, Damien gutted the engine as Kate peered up at the green ivy that grew up along the side of the brick house.

"Tell me again how this man is supposed to help us?" she questioned, as Damien scratched at his temple.

"I've known John since I was a child. If there is any truth to what this Rutledge woman is spouting, he'll be able to confirm or refute it."

"Is he a religious scholar?"

Glancing at her profile with questionable eyes, Damien shook his head as he pushed open his door.

"I don't know."

Pressing the doorbell, she could hear it ringing from inside the household as she reached out two fingers and lightly touched a piece of ivy that had entwined itself around a hook. Staring into the eyes of a young woman dressed in a modern style maid's uniform, Kate felt Damien's fingers snaking around her own as he announced his name.

"John is expecting me."

"Of course, Mr. Thorn. Please, come right in." Stepping inside the house, Kate immediately glanced up at the large chandelier that hung above the foyer as she narrowed her eyes.

(Flashback)

"The crystals made rainbows momma!"

"If you and your guest would like to wait in the library, there is a beautiful view of the lake and rose garden. Mr. Lyons shouldn't be much longer" the young woman spoke as she held a hand out towards a closed set of sliding wood doors. Walking across the hallway, Kate stepped back as Damien slid open one door before allowing her to enter.

"I can smell the roses from here" she breathed, moving over towards the floor to ceiling glass window. Feeling Damien standing at her side, she watched as he spied a door in the corner that would lead outside.

"What are you…"

Watching Damien walking across the lawn, she held her breath as she watched him snap off a rose at the steam before returning back into the library.

"For you."

Taking the rose between her fingers, she felt his hand circling around her ear just as the door to the library opened.

"Good afternoon Damien, Isabella."

Hearing Ann Rutledge's voice as she spun around, Kate felt her mouth falling open as Damien angled his body in front of hers with a growl.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

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