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Daddy's Little Girl

Part 03/04

See my chit-chatter in part 1, right after Mary stabbed the soapy dish water after her husband drowned in the sink in it. Send all bloody knifes, sharp wooden stakes, and garlic soaked in holy water to me.

Nichole called out to David, "David! Stay behind me!"

Despite the warning, David didn't move fast enough as a teenaged boy snuck up behind him and held a six-inch knife to his throat.

She made her way over to where her father hung the family swords and retrieved the one she was taught to use for dueling.

"Don't do it or he dies. Understand?" The attacker holding David ordered.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" She asked, dropping the sword she was holding.

"Just your friendly neighborhood gangsters who are going to take you on a little trip. We are going down stairs into the waiting car. You are going to get in followed by him," he pointed to David.

"Okay. Just don't hurt him," she pleaded, desperate for anything to stall them. She felt her father's presence growing stronger very quickly. 'I've got to stall for about five minutes. That should be plenty of time to give Dad to get here.'

"Just do what we tell you and he won't get hurt," the teenager snapped.

"Why are you doing this? Who are you?" She inquired.

"You saw our homies murder that Bull yesterday. Now, start moving toward that door," the boy directed.

"You're the Titans?"

"No shit, Sherlock. You know what? You're a pain in the ass, Nichole." After she gasped, he laughed and continued, "Yes, I know your name."

"How?" She asked him, while mentally reminding herself, 'A few more minutes. Come on Daddy. Hurry up.'

'I'm almost there, Princess. Keep it up,' he assured her through their mental link.

"We got our sources, and we know how to use them," the punk stated.

Just then, Nick flew in through the broken window and landed in the mist of the scene.

All three boys looked his way. The one who was holding David barked, "Get him!"

"Daddy!" She called.

"Nichole, stay put!" She directed.

She started to move toward him.

The other boys pointed their .38 to her, forcing Nichole to stop suddenly.

"I said stay put, Nichole," Nick reiterated.

"Yes, sir!" Nichole replied. 'What do you want me to do?'

'Hypnotize the boy holding the knife at David's throat, I'll get the two pointing their guns at your head. Understand?' He directed.

'Yes, Papa,' she agreed.

The boys were getting tired of the silence during their telepathic conversation.

Nick turned on the first boy and worked his magic on him. However, the second thug somehow sensed what was going on. Lowering his gun to Nicole's left side, and he pulled the trigger.

When he pulled the trigger, Nichole heard the clanging of metal against metal. She moved to her left as the bullet tore through her right side of her chest. Nichole fell down in pain.

Nick grabbed his right side of his torso, "Nichole!" He screamed out her name and rushed to her side. 'How did she know to move out of the way?' He thought as he heard her heart beating strongly. "Nichole, are you all right?"

"Yes, Daddy. It doesn't feel any different from the previous ones, but I'll LIVE like always." She winced in pain.

"That's my princess. Now, lay still, Princess. I'll take good care of you." By now, the boys had dropped their weapons and had retreated out of the loft. David got a small minor bleeding scratch from the knife held at his throat.

"David, come here," Nick advised. When the young man had reached his side, the detective continued, pointed at the wounds on Nichole's back and torso "Apply pressure to her wounds." He ripped off both of his shirt sleeves, "Use this to apply pressure. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I do, but where are you going?" David inquired.

"After those boys. Just stay here with her. Call 9-1-1 immediately." He noted. With that, he took off after the gangsters. However, as he was leaving he removed his cell phone and dialed the station. "Captain, this is Knight, I spotted the murders at my place..." He was out of sight and hearing, for David anyway.

"Hang on, Nichole. I'm going to call 9-1-1," David told her.

"Don't call," she winced.

"Your dad said to," he argued.

"Look...I don't like hospitals. Listen to me, in the frig is a clear bottle with some thick red liquid in it. Bring it here and help me drink it. Okay?" She directed.

"Okay. I'll be right back." He walked over to the refrigerator and retrieved the bottle in question. He brought it back and opened it. "What is this stuff anyway?"

"It's a mixture of Daddy's and my blood. When I go like this," she held up her hand, "I want you to stop. Okay?"

"Okay," he agreed. He tilted the bottle upward at his friend's mouth. She swallowed two to three times, and he watched as the wounds closed up. After her third swallow, Nichole held up her hand and David pulled the bottle away. "Wow. I wish I could do that!"

"Do what?" She wondered.

"Heal that fast!" He exclaimed.

"I usually heal much faster, but with gunshot wounds, stabs, or other major injuries I need a little bit of help," she elaborated.

"You mean just like a second ago?" He probed.

"Yes," she concurred.

"What did you mean by, 'It doesn't feel any different from the previous ones,'?" He pushed.

"Do you think this is my first time getting shot?" She retorted.

"Yes," he guessed.

"Actually...no, it's not. I was first shot about 24-48 hours of first moving in with Daddy. I've also been shot a couple times since then, too," she noted.

"Oh. So now, both of you are prepared for situations like this?" He asked.

"Yes, but I suggest you don't try it. Unless your mom or dad is a vampire," she advised.

"Like yours?"

"Yes, like mine. Now, we move on to the next question of tonight."

"What is that, Nichole?"

"Who was that drained Mom to the brink of death and left her on the couch to slowly die? And who is our mystery villain?"

"I gotch ya."

"First, we know that it was a vampire, or at least the vibration feels somewhat familiar to me. Second, it was male..."

"How do you know that is was a male? It could have been a female," he countered.

"One, females try to clean up after themselves somewhat. Whoever caused this..." She waved her hand toward the couch, "...mess never attempted clean it up. Second, females give off a different kind of vibration from a male. Now, to get back to our brainstorming of this mystery: It had to be someone with knowledge of this building." She tensed again as if a vampire or a 'Witch/Warlock', 'Wait a minute. Where did that thought come from?', was around. "David, come here. I don't know who it is, but his vibration is familiar."

An older man stepped out from the shadows of the loft.

"Who are you? What do you want?" She challenged.

"What is the matter, Nichole? Can't you recognize family?" The man said with a wicked smile that she knew all too well. Thanks to LaCroix.

"I only have grown on my immediate family. Someone like my father, Janette, or LaCroix." She said that with a smile across her lips. 'He doesn't feel like a vampire, but he fells like...Mother!' She thought pushing the new situation and her thought on it through the link she shared with Nick. "How do you know my name, Mister..." She demanded.

"Chilton, Brain Chilton. After all, I make it a habit to know all the names of my family."

'Nichole, listen to me. I haven't told you this before, because I was scared you would pursue your heritage. Although, your mother was a witch, she didn't like to practice the family traditional religion. I'll be right there, be careful. That man is dangerous.' Nick thought throughout his daughter's mind.

Throughout this encounter, David stood behind her, shifting uncomfortably at this meeting with the unwanted intruder.