Chapter Seven
The room was dark while Peter softly moaned from Cassandra's fingers stroking his nipple between her fingers and thumb and his heart thumped wildly in her ear. Walking her fingers down his chest, Cassandra looked up at Peter as he thought back to when they returned to the Hard Rock and saw that they had removed the rubble and replaced the banner. Another banner covered the holes in the wall and he had seen that the banner was the new one he had commissioned to include Cassandra, Cross and the young women and he softly smiled, placing his hands behind his head.
"And what are you so happy about?" she asked, nipping at his nipple and her teeth scraped the pebbled skin.
"Oh, just thinking about the banner. It turned out better than I thought," he said as she gently climbed up on top of him and he moved his fingers along her sides.
"Your hand is cupping my breast," she said as she kissed down his chest and Peter grinned, nodding his head.
"And Tamara's hand is cupping my cock," he said as Cassandra sucked his nipple and he arched his head back, rolling his eyes.
"I had some stern words with her about that!" she said as Peter made a little yelp after she nipped his right nipple then kissed down his chest, kneeling with her legs on either side of his thighs. Peter felt the cool numbness moving through his body while Cassandra kissed his stomach and stroked his balls with her left hand. Sitting on his legs, Cassandra stroked and massaged his balls as the cool numbness increased and his body shook slightly. His breath caught in his chest while she stroked the underside of his cock and his heart pounded in his ears.
"F-f-f-fuck!" Peter stuttered as Cassandra stroked his cock with her hands then stroked his crotch and smiled. Cassandra slid his hardened cock inside her as she tightened around it and moved against him. He moaned as she moved faster and harder and he balled his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms. Sliding her hands up and down his sides, she moved faster and faster as the cool numbness turned into waves of pain and pleasure and his heart slammed in his head. Peter groaned, grabbing onto the headboard while Cassandra moved back just enough and a low groan filled the air. His climax roared through him as Peter moaned and his arms flopped onto the mattress. His heart thudded in his chest as Cassandra blew on his hot skin and Peter breathed hard and fast through his nose. Sliding his cock out of her, she got off of him then walked to the bathroom and turned the light on. Peter felt weak and tired as he closed his eyes and felt his heart slowing down. If he was dying then he was dying happy and his mind slowly drifted off into darkness while a smile crossed his lips.
Mark and Seamus walked down the hallway when Mark opened the door and Seamus sighed, rolling his eyes. Jessie stood near the metal table as she placed the remains of the lung onto the scale and she looked at the screen.
"Hey, Doc," Mark said as she looked up from Gordon Lester's body and brushed some of her hair out of her eyes with her forearm.
"Hey," she said with a nod of her head and Mark looked down at Gordon Lester's body.
"Did you figure out the T.O.D.?" Mark asked as she looked at the chart and nodded her head.
"T.O.D. was four thirty. I checked with the Garden and they all took a dinner break around four. There should have been no one in the building," Jessie said.
"Call and see if we can have a look at the security feed," Mark said as Seamus nodded, thankful for any excuse to leave. He half ran to the door then left as Mark looked at the body and titled his head to one side. "What's that?"
Jessie looked where Mark was pointing when she picked up a clamp off the metal tray and slid the metal clamp into the chest cavity. Carefully pulling the clamp out of the chest cavity, they looked at the crumbled piece of fabric covered in blood as Jessie placed the crumbled piece of fabric on the metal tray and gently smoothed the fabric on the metal tray. Most of the blood had darkened whatever was on the fabric as Jessie used the clamp to pick up the fabric and they walked to the counter. Placing the fabric in a glass bowl filled with water, she swirled the piece of fabric around a few time until the water turned red then she removed the piece of fabric and Mark opened the towel that was sitting on the counter. Spreading out the piece of the fabric, they looked at what was printed on the piece of fabric and Mark frowned.
"What the hell is that?" he asked as Jessie took out a magnifying glass from the drawer and looked at the piece of fabric.
"If I didn't know better, I would say that's a navel," she said with a grin and Mark frowned.
"Why would someone….," he said then remembered the tattered banner outside the Hard Rock and blinked his eyes a few times. "It can't be."
"What?" she asked. Before Mark could say anything, Seamus walked back in the room and walked toward them.
"The Garden is sending the security footage to the precinct and the Hard Rock sent their security footage," he said as Mark nodded and looked at the piece of fabric.
"Can I have that?" he asked and Jessie nodded, placing the piece of fabric in a plastic bag. She watched them leaving when she shrugged then sighed and walked to the metal table.
"Peter?" Cassandra said with a sing song tone in her voice as he opened his eyes and she was patting his chest dry with a towel. He had fallen asleep by the time she had come back from the bathroom and she had been washing him.
"'m awake," he said with a sleepy tone to his voice as she smiled and placed the towel on the floor. Crawling onto the bed, she snuggled under the bedding with him then turned the lights off and placed her head on the center of his chest.
"Did I tire you out?" she teased as his heart thumped slow and steady in her ear and he yawned, rubbing his face with his hands. "I will take that for a yes."
"Shit, you are going to kill me one of these days," he sighed and Cassandra pouted, stroking her fingers against his side.
"Don't say things like that," she whispered and he gave her a confused look.
"I was teasing," he said and kissed the top of her head.
"I know, but I don't like the idea of you not being here," she said softly and he looked at the ceiling.
"Well, I don't go off looking for weird shit, you know. It just seems to find me," he said as she gently smacked his chest and he pouted. "Why did you do that for?"
"Are you calling me weird shit?" she asked as he arched his eyebrows up and smiled.
"No," he said when the telephone rang and he sighed, rolling his eyes. Cassandra rolled off of him when she turned the light on and sat up, picking the receiver up.
"Hello?" she asked and Peter snuggled closer, placing his arm across her waist.
"May I talk to Mister Vincent?" Mark asked as she looked at Peter and handed him the receiver. Sitting up, Peter lightly coughed as he sat against the headboard and slid an arm around her, pulling her into him.
"Yeah, what do you want?" Peter asked, stroking his fingers up and down Cassandra's arm.
"Sorry to wake you, but I need a favor," Mark said and Peter sighed, thumping his feet together.
"Look, I told you everything I know. You want more than talk to…"
"I need you to send me a photo of your navel," Mark interrupted and Peter's eyes went wide.
"You want a photo of my what?" he asked as Cassandra looked at him and he shrugged.
"We found this piece of fabric inside the body we found at the Garden and there was something printed on it. Jessie was able to wash the blood off and whatever it is looks like a navel. I thought about your banner and think that it's your navel. So, can you take a photo of it and text it to me?" Mark asked and Peter snorted a laugh.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me! You want a picture of my navel?" he asked and Cassandra widened her eyes.
"Yes, look, just do it," Mark said then told him the text number and ended the call. Peter handed Cassandra the receiver as she placed the receiver back on the cradle of the telephone and Peter looked at the ceiling.
"He wants a photo of your navel?" she asked and he nodded. After telling her what Mark said, Peter watched her as Cassandra got off the bed and she walked to the dresser, picking up her cell phone. She had sent some strange text in her time, but sending a photo of Peter's navel was the strangest. Peter was lying on his back as Cassandra aimed the cell phone at his stomach and used the photo application to take a photo of his navel. She gently smacked his stomach when he suggested also sending a picture of his cock and he smiled a bad boy smile at her. Rolling her eyes, she walked back to the dresser when she placed the cell phone down and walked backed to the bed. Crawling on the bed then sliding under the bedding, Cassandra snuggled next to him as Peter turned the light off and she placed her hand on his chest. His chest rose and fell as he kissed the top of her head then she placed her head on his shoulder and they closed their eyes, drifting off to sleep.
The cell phone beeped as Mark pushed the button and the photo of Peter's navel appeared on the screen. He transferred the photo to his computer as the photo appeared on the screen and he looked at it. He had taken a photo of the image on the piece of fabric as he looked at the two photos side by side and frowned.
"Get something?" Seamus asked as he leaned over the top of the chair and looked at the screen.
"Does that look the same to you?" Mark asked, pointing to the screen.
"I guess they do," Seamus said and Mark sighed, rubbing his eyes with his finger and thumb. "Anyway, want to look at the Hard Rock footage?"
"Yeah," Mark said with a nod of his head and Seamus typed on the keyboard. Waiting a few seconds, they watched as the footage appeared on the screen and they looked at the time code at the bottom of the screen. Nothing happened until two in the morning when a black shadow appeared then seemed to leap into the air and they looked at each other. "Replay that."
Seamus replayed the footage when Mark asked him to slow the footage down and the shadow slowly walked into view. Mark used the pause to stop the footage as they looked at the screen and could just make out four, large arms and an inhuman looking head.
"What the hell is that?" Mark asked.
"I don't know," Seamus said as they watched the rest of the footage then jumped as the banner and rubble fell to the pavement. Something jumped down then started tearing the banner into shreds and Mark hit the pause button again. Whatever it was looked toward the camera as their eyes went wide and the glowing eyes seemed to be shimmering.
"Again, what the hell is that?" Mark said as he placed his hands on either side of the monitor and his heart slammed inside his chest.