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Haunted Part 6
Dream
McGregurer's Castle Billiard room 645 P.M.
Pretending to do a sweep of the premises Lyle nods to Miss Parker to join him in the billiard room. After they both enter the room, and are standing next to the pool table the door swings quietly closed.
"So tell me," starts Lyle "what happened today with Ethan."
"He got upset with me for capturing his family," replies Miss Parker "and then proceed to tell me I was dead to him." The light fixture over the pool table flickers. Pool balls spill out onto the table.
"Looks like Ethan should watch what he says," smirks Lyle "Nonnie is not liking what your saying." The black eight ball roll across the table bouncing against the other side. Miss Parker puts her hands on the table, the ball rolls in between them and stops next to Miss Parker's right hand.
"Nonnie," whisper Miss Parker "Leave him alone." The ball roll back out and joins the other pool balls. Hearing sweepers in the hall, the door creaks, as it swings back open. Lyle shakes his head and together they head out.
Third floor 7 P.M.
"Hey Bill did you see that?" questions the sweeper "That clock righted itself."
"Yeah Joe," states Bill "I heard. That was kind of scary." Fast footsteps come down the hall, seeing Syd, Broots and Debbie coming down the hall.
Ryan spotting Debbie says "Hi there." This causes Debbie to stop and look at him.
"Hi," smiles Debbie "My name is Debbie. What's yours?"
"Ryan." Reaching out the two shake hands. Ryan's wears this big goofy grin as Debbie blushes slightly.
"Jarod," Syd sighs in relief "I need to talk to you." Bill the sweeper steps in to prevent the two men from talking when they hear Zoe and Emily fighting. This causes them to go over into their room. Having trouble keeping an eye on the Russell family so they let them all go into one room until the high ups called it a night.
Conference Room Down stairs 7 P.M.
Walking into the conference room, Miss Parker notices that Raines is sitting as close to Triumvirate as possible; Wild is sitting the farthest way. In between Wild and Lyle is a seat for her. 'Acting as a buffer, you know I don't need it.' Sitting down the meeting swings into gear.
"Wine anyone?" asks Wild as puts a large jar on the table. It was covered with a white cloth. "Local favorite it's called Bloody, a red wine." Triumvirate and Raines agree saying they deserve to celebrate.
"Mr. Raines," questions Mr. La Croix, the Frenchman of the Triumvirate "Where is Mr. Cox?"
"I don't know," replies Raines "Wild, will look in it when we get home."
"Put his head in a jar for you," states Wild as she takes off the cloth there are collective gasps. "I don't know about the rest of the body." Cox's head is flowing inside the jar.
"It's Cox's head," says Mr. Sal the Arabic man of the Triumvirate pointing to the jar.
"Where?" questions Lyle looking around.
"His head it's in the jar," states Mr. Sal. With mutters of agreement from most of the room, Wild tips the jar pours out some of the wine into a glass.
"I don't see it," says Miss Parker "Here pour me some." Pouring Miss Parker, Lyle followed by Raines and the Triumvirate the wine jar is half full, no head in it.
"Power of suggestion," comments Wild "who knew."
The tension in the room slowly fades away. Raines tells the Triumvirate his plan to move the Russell family first thing in the morning. He wants to separate them as soon as possible; Ethan and Jarod of course would be going to the African bases while Margaret and Emily would go to the base in France. The boy and Major Charles would return to the Centre.
"No," states Orion "I want both Jarod and Major Charles, not Ethan."
"I want Margaret and Major Charles," says Mr. Sal, "also I will need access to Ethan and Emily for my research."
"I need both of the woman for my production process," states Mr. La Croix "that should take precedence over your projects."
Lyle looked at Wild and Miss Parker; each knew that they were in for a long night. Settling in as best they could. They slowly drank the red wine.
Third Floor Hallway 705 P.M.
Locking the Russell family into Jarod's room the sweepers breath a sigh of relief.
"Well," starts Bill "at lest we know where they are."
"Yes, that's true," says Joe "And if there is any cat fighting they can handle it." They laugh at the situation. Minutes tick by; the silence starts to get to the sweepers.
"You know," says Bill "this place is kind of creep."
"Yeah," replies Joe "its worse then the Centre. At the Centre you know you're being watched. Here it just feels like it. Hearing the famous clicking on high heels the sweepers straighten up. Looking down the hallway they wait for her to come striding down toward them any minute.
Instead they heard someone singing in an Irish drawl "Beware, for all that enter here, reap what they sow. Beware all that sleep here. For if you come out of your rooms at night. You'll get a god-awful fright."
The voice moved closer to the sweepers but neither could see anyone. Sweat started to pour down their backs. The chiming of the grandfather clock scares both sweepers as a child's laughter fills the air.
Ryan, Ethan and Jarod's Room 7 P.M.
Sitting next to the fire, Debbie, Ryan and Ethan are having an animated conversion regarding the castle and the unusual rules. The remaining Russell family sits on the other side of the room with Syd and Broots. Zoe sulks in a chair apart of both groups.
Glancing over to his daughter Broots grumbles "Debbie thinks Lyle pushed Miss Parker down the stairs."
"What was that," says Major Charles.
Clearing his throat "Debbie thinks Lyle pushed Miss Parker down the stairs. She saw all these bruises on her."
"When," demands Jarod his eyes flashing.
"Today on the plane coming here," answers Syd.
"God Charles," whispers Margaret "if it wasn't for her." Margaret shudders, Major Charles pulls his wife close to him thanking god for Miss Parker.
"I know," he whispers back.
"What evidence do you have," demands Jarod his aggressive side showing. His mother looked at her husband and grins knowingly at him. He nods his head positively at her. Watching the exchange, Emily realizes that her older brother was in love with his huntress.
"Well before Debbie could question Miss Parker about her bruises. Lyle told Debbie how she got them," replies Broots "Then my daughter proceeded to beat up Lyle."
"He must be guilty," states Syd "he let her get away with it."
"What are we going to do?" questions Emily.
"We're going to make her come with us," states Jarod.
"Make her," snaps Emily "You can't make her do anything. That woman does what she wants." Grimacing Jarod and Major Charles come up with an escape route for later that night. Everyone was informed on the time and to be ready.
Third Floor Hallway 8 P.M.
Approaching the sweepers that are keeping watch Willie inspects them. Looking around, and hearing nothing Willie goes up to Bill.
"Everything good," he questions.
"Yes sir," replies Bill.
"So everyone is in their rooms and behaving themselves," states Willie.
"Well, ah, no," starts Bill looking at Willie's grim expression "They're all together in Jarod's room."
"What you incompetent fool," snaps Willie "get them into their own rooms now."
Opening up the door quickly the sweepers bust into the room and pull apart the family. Forcing them into their own rooms. Even coercing Syd, Broots and Debbie into theirs. In the hallway Willie berates the sweepers for even putting the group together. He tells them that they will be changing guard one hour later to prevent an escape.
Left alone Jarod paces the room planning and plotting of ways to get his Catherine to come to his room. Rage starts to build in him. 'I'll kill Lyle for putting his hands on her.'
Third Floor Hallway 1230 A.M. early morning
Making short work of the lock Jarod looks around for the sweepers. When he doesn't spot any he looks over at his father's door. Hearing him work the lock Jarod stands up and opens the door.
Looking at his son's goofy grin "Where are the sweepers?" Looking up and down the hallway Jarod shrugs his shoulders. Walking cautiously into the hallway Jarod waits for the sweepers to get him. Hearing the grandfather clock tick away Ethan walks out into the hallway.
"It looks all clear to me," states Ethan "let's find Miss Parker and get out of here."
"I'll free your sister Emily," says Major Charles "and meet you."
Hearing the fast clicking of high heels, "Maybe we won't have to look," says Jarod. Hearing a man's voice rise in anger, the clicking of the heels increase. They could hear Miss Parker's voice floating towards them.
"Sounds like Lyle," whispers Major Charles "Go see if you can protect her." Ethan and Jarod take off heading toward her voice. Lightening flashes, seconds later the roar of thunder was hear. Down the hallway around the corner at the end of the corridor they could see her. Rain pounds on the windows.
She was standing next a staircase, a man clutching her by the shoulder. The man was pushing her backwards. Running faster they tried to reach her before anything happened.
Lightening flashes again, as ear-piercing scream radiate towards them. Miss Parker disappears from the landing. The intension roar of the thunder makes it impossible to hear anything much less Miss Parker's heels.
Ethan states to scream his sisters name over and over again. Reaching the landing Jarod leans over, as Ethan runs down the steps. Jarod sees her lying on the floor face downward. Lightening flashes giving Jarod just enough light to see a dark halo around her head.
Reaching her Ethan turns her over, checking for a pulse when he doesn't find one he starts to scream to Jarod. Jarod is there in a flash, Jarod checks her over. Blood was flowing from a gash in her head. She had no pulse.
Panicking Jarod tries to remember how to do C.P.R. Tears start to fall down his face. Breaking down Jarod cradles her to his chest, holding her head in his hands rocking back and forth on his knees.
"What is the problem?" questions Major Charles as he came upon the scene.
"She's dead," croaks Ethan as he looks up at his father.
"Who is," asks Major Charles, Jarod looks at his father like he's insane.
"Miss Parker," cries Jarod. Looking at his grown sons Major Charles frowns at them.
"How do you figure?" he asks.
"Look at her," hisses Jarod as he turns back to see an old dusty rug. Ethan's surprised gasp lets him know that he's not alone. "Dad I swear Miss Parker was right here. She was dead from a head wound."
"Ok son," smoothes Major Charles. Getting up Jarod and Ethan look over the room then with Major Charles start back toward their rooms. They could hear whispers of people talking but couldn't see anyone. Small noises like doors opening and closing, footsteps right behind them started to spook even Major Charles.
"I don't like this," whispers Major Charles as he sees Margaret in front of him clutching her chest, strips of red running down her front. Lightening flashes.
"Margaret," whispers Major Charles as he raises his hands.
"Where," asks Jarod. Looking at his son, Major Charles points to where she is.
"Right there," he answers, looking back he sees an old armor guard. A child's giggles speed them back the way they came.
Conference Room 1 P.M.
The noises outside increase in volume, the lights start to flicker. Raines orders Miss Parker to investigate. Opening the door Miss Parker looks outside the room.
Stepping out she sees an empty hallway except for the Triumvirate personal sweepers, standing as perfectly straight. 'Almost human statutes.' Turning Miss Parker notices a ferocious thunderstorm outside the castle 'how appropriate.'
"It's just a thunderstorm," states Miss Parker "it looks to be getting worse."
Mr. La Croix yeans "Maybe we should follow their example and go to bed ourselves." Raines readily agrees with Mr. La Croix. The rest of the Triumvirate agrees sending their personal sweepers to escort them to their rooms for the night.
"Night," mutters Wild as she turns and walks toward the back wall of the conference room, tapping the candleholder a secret passage way opens up.
"Well," sighs Bobby "I'm off to worship a Goddess." He jogs out of the room and takes the stairs two at a time. Disappearing as he turns right.
"Miss Parker, you might want to check on the prey," suggests Wild as she to disappears.
Taking a deep breath Miss Parker walks toward the Conference Room entrance "Come on Sam, lets go check on the prey." Sam appears out of the darkness.
"How did you know I was there?" he questions.
"A real woman never reveals her secrets," smiles Miss Parker as she and Sam head up to the third floor.
Third Floor Hallway 115 A.M.
Walking toward their room's relief floods Major Charles as he sees his wife sitting in the chair where he left her. Going up to her, he picks her up into a bear hug.
"Everything alright," asks Margaret "I heard Ethan and Jarod screaming."
"Everything is fine," says Ethan not wanting to upset her or to have to explain what happened.
"Where is Miss Parker?" asks Margaret.
"We lost her," says Jarod bending down he starts to pick Emily's bedroom door's lock. Again the groups hears the famous high heels clicking heading their way. Lightening flashes as she comes into view down the hallway.
None of the Russell men react to her coming toward them. Margaret sees a sweeper with her and pats Jarod's shoulder. She was closing in on them and no one had reacted to her yet. 'Maybe Jarod will just throw her over his shoulder.' Miss Parker was standing right behind Jarod when he looks at her and Sam.
"That's just Sam," says Jarod and under his breathe "If they are real." Tapping his shoulder Jarod mutters a curse and stands up. When he turns around Miss Parker slaps his face hard.
"Real enough for you," she snaps "What are you even doing out of your rooms." Jarod and Ethan wrap their arms around her. Jarod's arms pin hers to her sides. "Sam, help me." Lightening flashes as the grandfather clock strikes one thirty in the morning. Disembody voices flow toward the group.
"Tomorrow," states the Major "We try again tomorrow." Margaret and him go back to their room once they are inside and before he gets a chance to close the door it slams shut and locks.
"Jarod let go," hisses Miss Parker as she struggles to get free of him. "Sam, help me." Jarod glares at Sam; Sam raises his hands in defeat.
"My room is next to Debbie's Miss Parker if you need me," says Sam as he walks down the hall. When he enters his room, the door also slams shut and locks. The disembody voices get closer to the group.
"Jarod let go," orders Miss Parker she starts to kick him.
"Where's your room," asks Ethan.
"The fourth floor," answers Miss Parker.
"Jarod," says Ethan "You need a hand."
"What!"
"Yeah grab her feet until we get into the room," replies Jarod. Together they haul Miss Parker into the room. Once they were inside the door creaks back and forth until it finally slams shut and locks. Miss Parker struggles against her brother and Jarod.
"Well," states Ethan "at lest it's consistent." He lets go of Miss Parker's feet but Jarod refuse to let her go. He drags her toward his bed as Ethan yeans and heads to his. Jarod still refuses to let her go.
"Night," mutters Ethan as he flops down on his bed "glad you're alive sis."
The only noises in the room are the rain pelting against the window, Ryan's soft snores soon followed by Ethan's and the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. Jarod's arms slacken making Miss Parker think that he was finally letting her go. She spins in his arms and tries to step away from him toward the door.
"I don't think so," whispers Jarod immediately tightening his grip around her. When she pushes her body away from him toward the door, Jarod decides to take action. Lifting her up off the ground Jarod holds her wrangling body captive until he reaches his bed. Tossing her on to it Jarod winds Miss Parker.
He pins her before she had the chance to get up. Tucking one arm around her waist Jarod grabs her left hand and holds her in the spoon position. Slowly Miss Parker's resolve to leave melts. Her breathing slows and becomes even.
Relaxing his grip on Jarod closes his eyes and slowly starts to fall asleep when her body moves away from him slowly. Trying not to smile Jarod pulls her sharply back to him.
"Going somewhere," he whispers in her ear. Involuntarily shivering Miss Parker glares at him.
"Yes," she whispers back "to my room." Taking in a deep breath Jarod smells her perfume it was heavenly.
"No you're staying here," says Jarod as his hands start to wonder around on her body.
"Jarod," hisses Miss Parker looking over at the sleeping forms across the room "Your brothers are asleep less than twenty feet away. mmm" She moans a little as Jarod starts to place wet kisses against Catherine neck. Pushing at him, Jarod lifts himself up enough to take off his shirt. Raking his hand through Catherine hair, he lifts her head as his mouth covered hers.
Jarod's hands slowly start to unbutton Catherine blouse; "Better be quite then," mutters Jarod as his lips grounded against hers in a hungry, rapacious kiss. Long time later snuggles her close to him Jarod lets himself drift asleep.
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Haunted Part 6
Dream
McGregurer's Castle Billiard room 645 P.M.
Pretending to do a sweep of the premises Lyle nods to Miss Parker to join him in the billiard room. After they both enter the room, and are standing next to the pool table the door swings quietly closed.
"So tell me," starts Lyle "what happened today with Ethan."
"He got upset with me for capturing his family," replies Miss Parker "and then proceed to tell me I was dead to him." The light fixture over the pool table flickers. Pool balls spill out onto the table.
"Looks like Ethan should watch what he says," smirks Lyle "Nonnie is not liking what your saying." The black eight ball roll across the table bouncing against the other side. Miss Parker puts her hands on the table, the ball rolls in between them and stops next to Miss Parker's right hand.
"Nonnie," whisper Miss Parker "Leave him alone." The ball roll back out and joins the other pool balls. Hearing sweepers in the hall, the door creaks, as it swings back open. Lyle shakes his head and together they head out.
Third floor 7 P.M.
"Hey Bill did you see that?" questions the sweeper "That clock righted itself."
"Yeah Joe," states Bill "I heard. That was kind of scary." Fast footsteps come down the hall, seeing Syd, Broots and Debbie coming down the hall.
Ryan spotting Debbie says "Hi there." This causes Debbie to stop and look at him.
"Hi," smiles Debbie "My name is Debbie. What's yours?"
"Ryan." Reaching out the two shake hands. Ryan's wears this big goofy grin as Debbie blushes slightly.
"Jarod," Syd sighs in relief "I need to talk to you." Bill the sweeper steps in to prevent the two men from talking when they hear Zoe and Emily fighting. This causes them to go over into their room. Having trouble keeping an eye on the Russell family so they let them all go into one room until the high ups called it a night.
Conference Room Down stairs 7 P.M.
Walking into the conference room, Miss Parker notices that Raines is sitting as close to Triumvirate as possible; Wild is sitting the farthest way. In between Wild and Lyle is a seat for her. 'Acting as a buffer, you know I don't need it.' Sitting down the meeting swings into gear.
"Wine anyone?" asks Wild as puts a large jar on the table. It was covered with a white cloth. "Local favorite it's called Bloody, a red wine." Triumvirate and Raines agree saying they deserve to celebrate.
"Mr. Raines," questions Mr. La Croix, the Frenchman of the Triumvirate "Where is Mr. Cox?"
"I don't know," replies Raines "Wild, will look in it when we get home."
"Put his head in a jar for you," states Wild as she takes off the cloth there are collective gasps. "I don't know about the rest of the body." Cox's head is flowing inside the jar.
"It's Cox's head," says Mr. Sal the Arabic man of the Triumvirate pointing to the jar.
"Where?" questions Lyle looking around.
"His head it's in the jar," states Mr. Sal. With mutters of agreement from most of the room, Wild tips the jar pours out some of the wine into a glass.
"I don't see it," says Miss Parker "Here pour me some." Pouring Miss Parker, Lyle followed by Raines and the Triumvirate the wine jar is half full, no head in it.
"Power of suggestion," comments Wild "who knew."
The tension in the room slowly fades away. Raines tells the Triumvirate his plan to move the Russell family first thing in the morning. He wants to separate them as soon as possible; Ethan and Jarod of course would be going to the African bases while Margaret and Emily would go to the base in France. The boy and Major Charles would return to the Centre.
"No," states Orion "I want both Jarod and Major Charles, not Ethan."
"I want Margaret and Major Charles," says Mr. Sal, "also I will need access to Ethan and Emily for my research."
"I need both of the woman for my production process," states Mr. La Croix "that should take precedence over your projects."
Lyle looked at Wild and Miss Parker; each knew that they were in for a long night. Settling in as best they could. They slowly drank the red wine.
Third Floor Hallway 705 P.M.
Locking the Russell family into Jarod's room the sweepers breath a sigh of relief.
"Well," starts Bill "at lest we know where they are."
"Yes, that's true," says Joe "And if there is any cat fighting they can handle it." They laugh at the situation. Minutes tick by; the silence starts to get to the sweepers.
"You know," says Bill "this place is kind of creep."
"Yeah," replies Joe "its worse then the Centre. At the Centre you know you're being watched. Here it just feels like it. Hearing the famous clicking on high heels the sweepers straighten up. Looking down the hallway they wait for her to come striding down toward them any minute.
Instead they heard someone singing in an Irish drawl "Beware, for all that enter here, reap what they sow. Beware all that sleep here. For if you come out of your rooms at night. You'll get a god-awful fright."
The voice moved closer to the sweepers but neither could see anyone. Sweat started to pour down their backs. The chiming of the grandfather clock scares both sweepers as a child's laughter fills the air.
Ryan, Ethan and Jarod's Room 7 P.M.
Sitting next to the fire, Debbie, Ryan and Ethan are having an animated conversion regarding the castle and the unusual rules. The remaining Russell family sits on the other side of the room with Syd and Broots. Zoe sulks in a chair apart of both groups.
Glancing over to his daughter Broots grumbles "Debbie thinks Lyle pushed Miss Parker down the stairs."
"What was that," says Major Charles.
Clearing his throat "Debbie thinks Lyle pushed Miss Parker down the stairs. She saw all these bruises on her."
"When," demands Jarod his eyes flashing.
"Today on the plane coming here," answers Syd.
"God Charles," whispers Margaret "if it wasn't for her." Margaret shudders, Major Charles pulls his wife close to him thanking god for Miss Parker.
"I know," he whispers back.
"What evidence do you have," demands Jarod his aggressive side showing. His mother looked at her husband and grins knowingly at him. He nods his head positively at her. Watching the exchange, Emily realizes that her older brother was in love with his huntress.
"Well before Debbie could question Miss Parker about her bruises. Lyle told Debbie how she got them," replies Broots "Then my daughter proceeded to beat up Lyle."
"He must be guilty," states Syd "he let her get away with it."
"What are we going to do?" questions Emily.
"We're going to make her come with us," states Jarod.
"Make her," snaps Emily "You can't make her do anything. That woman does what she wants." Grimacing Jarod and Major Charles come up with an escape route for later that night. Everyone was informed on the time and to be ready.
Third Floor Hallway 8 P.M.
Approaching the sweepers that are keeping watch Willie inspects them. Looking around, and hearing nothing Willie goes up to Bill.
"Everything good," he questions.
"Yes sir," replies Bill.
"So everyone is in their rooms and behaving themselves," states Willie.
"Well, ah, no," starts Bill looking at Willie's grim expression "They're all together in Jarod's room."
"What you incompetent fool," snaps Willie "get them into their own rooms now."
Opening up the door quickly the sweepers bust into the room and pull apart the family. Forcing them into their own rooms. Even coercing Syd, Broots and Debbie into theirs. In the hallway Willie berates the sweepers for even putting the group together. He tells them that they will be changing guard one hour later to prevent an escape.
Left alone Jarod paces the room planning and plotting of ways to get his Catherine to come to his room. Rage starts to build in him. 'I'll kill Lyle for putting his hands on her.'
Third Floor Hallway 1230 A.M. early morning
Making short work of the lock Jarod looks around for the sweepers. When he doesn't spot any he looks over at his father's door. Hearing him work the lock Jarod stands up and opens the door.
Looking at his son's goofy grin "Where are the sweepers?" Looking up and down the hallway Jarod shrugs his shoulders. Walking cautiously into the hallway Jarod waits for the sweepers to get him. Hearing the grandfather clock tick away Ethan walks out into the hallway.
"It looks all clear to me," states Ethan "let's find Miss Parker and get out of here."
"I'll free your sister Emily," says Major Charles "and meet you."
Hearing the fast clicking of high heels, "Maybe we won't have to look," says Jarod. Hearing a man's voice rise in anger, the clicking of the heels increase. They could hear Miss Parker's voice floating towards them.
"Sounds like Lyle," whispers Major Charles "Go see if you can protect her." Ethan and Jarod take off heading toward her voice. Lightening flashes, seconds later the roar of thunder was hear. Down the hallway around the corner at the end of the corridor they could see her. Rain pounds on the windows.
She was standing next a staircase, a man clutching her by the shoulder. The man was pushing her backwards. Running faster they tried to reach her before anything happened.
Lightening flashes again, as ear-piercing scream radiate towards them. Miss Parker disappears from the landing. The intension roar of the thunder makes it impossible to hear anything much less Miss Parker's heels.
Ethan states to scream his sisters name over and over again. Reaching the landing Jarod leans over, as Ethan runs down the steps. Jarod sees her lying on the floor face downward. Lightening flashes giving Jarod just enough light to see a dark halo around her head.
Reaching her Ethan turns her over, checking for a pulse when he doesn't find one he starts to scream to Jarod. Jarod is there in a flash, Jarod checks her over. Blood was flowing from a gash in her head. She had no pulse.
Panicking Jarod tries to remember how to do C.P.R. Tears start to fall down his face. Breaking down Jarod cradles her to his chest, holding her head in his hands rocking back and forth on his knees.
"What is the problem?" questions Major Charles as he came upon the scene.
"She's dead," croaks Ethan as he looks up at his father.
"Who is," asks Major Charles, Jarod looks at his father like he's insane.
"Miss Parker," cries Jarod. Looking at his grown sons Major Charles frowns at them.
"How do you figure?" he asks.
"Look at her," hisses Jarod as he turns back to see an old dusty rug. Ethan's surprised gasp lets him know that he's not alone. "Dad I swear Miss Parker was right here. She was dead from a head wound."
"Ok son," smoothes Major Charles. Getting up Jarod and Ethan look over the room then with Major Charles start back toward their rooms. They could hear whispers of people talking but couldn't see anyone. Small noises like doors opening and closing, footsteps right behind them started to spook even Major Charles.
"I don't like this," whispers Major Charles as he sees Margaret in front of him clutching her chest, strips of red running down her front. Lightening flashes.
"Margaret," whispers Major Charles as he raises his hands.
"Where," asks Jarod. Looking at his son, Major Charles points to where she is.
"Right there," he answers, looking back he sees an old armor guard. A child's giggles speed them back the way they came.
Conference Room 1 P.M.
The noises outside increase in volume, the lights start to flicker. Raines orders Miss Parker to investigate. Opening the door Miss Parker looks outside the room.
Stepping out she sees an empty hallway except for the Triumvirate personal sweepers, standing as perfectly straight. 'Almost human statutes.' Turning Miss Parker notices a ferocious thunderstorm outside the castle 'how appropriate.'
"It's just a thunderstorm," states Miss Parker "it looks to be getting worse."
Mr. La Croix yeans "Maybe we should follow their example and go to bed ourselves." Raines readily agrees with Mr. La Croix. The rest of the Triumvirate agrees sending their personal sweepers to escort them to their rooms for the night.
"Night," mutters Wild as she turns and walks toward the back wall of the conference room, tapping the candleholder a secret passage way opens up.
"Well," sighs Bobby "I'm off to worship a Goddess." He jogs out of the room and takes the stairs two at a time. Disappearing as he turns right.
"Miss Parker, you might want to check on the prey," suggests Wild as she to disappears.
Taking a deep breath Miss Parker walks toward the Conference Room entrance "Come on Sam, lets go check on the prey." Sam appears out of the darkness.
"How did you know I was there?" he questions.
"A real woman never reveals her secrets," smiles Miss Parker as she and Sam head up to the third floor.
Third Floor Hallway 115 A.M.
Walking toward their room's relief floods Major Charles as he sees his wife sitting in the chair where he left her. Going up to her, he picks her up into a bear hug.
"Everything alright," asks Margaret "I heard Ethan and Jarod screaming."
"Everything is fine," says Ethan not wanting to upset her or to have to explain what happened.
"Where is Miss Parker?" asks Margaret.
"We lost her," says Jarod bending down he starts to pick Emily's bedroom door's lock. Again the groups hears the famous high heels clicking heading their way. Lightening flashes as she comes into view down the hallway.
None of the Russell men react to her coming toward them. Margaret sees a sweeper with her and pats Jarod's shoulder. She was closing in on them and no one had reacted to her yet. 'Maybe Jarod will just throw her over his shoulder.' Miss Parker was standing right behind Jarod when he looks at her and Sam.
"That's just Sam," says Jarod and under his breathe "If they are real." Tapping his shoulder Jarod mutters a curse and stands up. When he turns around Miss Parker slaps his face hard.
"Real enough for you," she snaps "What are you even doing out of your rooms." Jarod and Ethan wrap their arms around her. Jarod's arms pin hers to her sides. "Sam, help me." Lightening flashes as the grandfather clock strikes one thirty in the morning. Disembody voices flow toward the group.
"Tomorrow," states the Major "We try again tomorrow." Margaret and him go back to their room once they are inside and before he gets a chance to close the door it slams shut and locks.
"Jarod let go," hisses Miss Parker as she struggles to get free of him. "Sam, help me." Jarod glares at Sam; Sam raises his hands in defeat.
"My room is next to Debbie's Miss Parker if you need me," says Sam as he walks down the hall. When he enters his room, the door also slams shut and locks. The disembody voices get closer to the group.
"Jarod let go," orders Miss Parker she starts to kick him.
"Where's your room," asks Ethan.
"The fourth floor," answers Miss Parker.
"Jarod," says Ethan "You need a hand."
"What!"
"Yeah grab her feet until we get into the room," replies Jarod. Together they haul Miss Parker into the room. Once they were inside the door creaks back and forth until it finally slams shut and locks. Miss Parker struggles against her brother and Jarod.
"Well," states Ethan "at lest it's consistent." He lets go of Miss Parker's feet but Jarod refuse to let her go. He drags her toward his bed as Ethan yeans and heads to his. Jarod still refuses to let her go.
"Night," mutters Ethan as he flops down on his bed "glad you're alive sis."
The only noises in the room are the rain pelting against the window, Ryan's soft snores soon followed by Ethan's and the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. Jarod's arms slacken making Miss Parker think that he was finally letting her go. She spins in his arms and tries to step away from him toward the door.
"I don't think so," whispers Jarod immediately tightening his grip around her. When she pushes her body away from him toward the door, Jarod decides to take action. Lifting her up off the ground Jarod holds her wrangling body captive until he reaches his bed. Tossing her on to it Jarod winds Miss Parker.
He pins her before she had the chance to get up. Tucking one arm around her waist Jarod grabs her left hand and holds her in the spoon position. Slowly Miss Parker's resolve to leave melts. Her breathing slows and becomes even.
Relaxing his grip on Jarod closes his eyes and slowly starts to fall asleep when her body moves away from him slowly. Trying not to smile Jarod pulls her sharply back to him.
"Going somewhere," he whispers in her ear. Involuntarily shivering Miss Parker glares at him.
"Yes," she whispers back "to my room." Taking in a deep breath Jarod smells her perfume it was heavenly.
"No you're staying here," says Jarod as his hands start to wonder around on her body.
"Jarod," hisses Miss Parker looking over at the sleeping forms across the room "Your brothers are asleep less than twenty feet away. mmm" She moans a little as Jarod starts to place wet kisses against Catherine neck. Pushing at him, Jarod lifts himself up enough to take off his shirt. Raking his hand through Catherine hair, he lifts her head as his mouth covered hers.
Jarod's hands slowly start to unbutton Catherine blouse; "Better be quite then," mutters Jarod as his lips grounded against hers in a hungry, rapacious kiss. Long time later snuggles her close to him Jarod lets himself drift asleep.
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