Chapter Nineteen
Jane walked down the stairs when she noticed the chair in front of the window was now facing the window and she slowly walked closer, standing on the right side of the chair. Smiling, she saw Peter sleeping soundly and Cassandra, who was also asleep, was curled up on his lap with her head on his shoulder. The butt of the cigarillo was sitting in in what was left of the warm milk in the glass on the floor as Jane leaned down to pick the glasses up when she looked at Peter and her eyes widened. Jane blushed when she saw that Cassandra's hand was tucked in the flap of Peter's black, silk boxers and Jane stood up, pressing her lips together. Peter snorted while Jane gently flicked his earlobe and he blinked his eyes open then looked at her.
"Morning," Jane whispered as he looked at her then down at Cassandra and softly smiled.
"Morning," he whispered.
"Do you want me to bring breakfast in here?"
"Nah, but I would like a coffee," he whispered as she nodded and headed for the kitchen. Cassandra's fingers moved over his cock when Peter shivered and she gently wrapped her fingers around his cock. "We can go upstairs if you want to play with my "wand"."
"Hunh?" Cassandra grumbled as she half opened her eyes then smiled and gently squeeze his cock. "Good morning."
"Yeah," he said as he looked out the window and she stroked the underside of his cock, making him smile. "Keep that up and Jane is really going to blush."
"She's awake?"
"Yeah, she's making us coffee. So, do you want me to yell for her to bring it upstairs?"
"No," Cassandra said as she removed her hand and he pouted, giving her a hurt look. She smiled as Jane walked to the chairs with two coffee mugs in her hands and Cassandra sat up.
"Two coffees, black with no sugar," she said as she handed the coffee mugs to them then headed back to the kitchen and Cassandra sipped on the coffee while looking at Peter.
"Now what's wrong?" she asked and he blinked his eyes, sipping on the coffee.
"I'm still trying to figure out why De'Avante is after you. What did Constance Lake do to him that he's been stalking your family over the last two hundred years? What does the sword have to do with it? And why the hell am I dreaming about Constance?" he asked as she gave him a confused look while looking over the rim of the coffee mug and blinked.
"You're what?" she asked as she held the coffee mugs in her hands and he sighed, scratching the top of his head.
"I have been having these weird dreams. True, I didn't recognize Constance at first, but she's been in my dreams and I feel like what I'm seeing has happened before. Like I've lived through them and De'Avante was there as well."
"He was?"
"Yeah," he said with a nod of his head and sipped on the coffee. "What I don't get is why I haven't seen Giacomo and what are these dreams trying to tell me?"
"You're going to laugh, but I think the reason you're not seeing Giacomo is because you ARE Giacomo!" she said and his eyes widened.
"Hold on. Are you talking about reincarnation?" he asked and she nodded her head while sipping on the coffee. "Then that makes you Constance."
"Maybe, but I don't think so. I haven't been dreaming about her."
"Then I'm being contacted from the other side?" he asked and she shrugged.
"Maybe," she said and he sipped on the coffee then placed the coffee mug on the floor.
"But why now?"
"I don't know. Maybe seeing De'Avante triggered the connection."
"But I had dreams about Constance days before he showed up. It was always the same dream. Giacomo was outside somewhere and Constance showed up. They were talking about who gave him the sword and she knew that he was a hunter, a slayer. The dream always ended just as they kiss," he said and she softly smiled. Moving closer, she kissed his lips when his lips parted and he could taste the coffee on her tongue.
"TEENAGER IN THE ROOM!" Charlie shouted as he came down the stairs and Cassandra sat up, flipping him off. Charlie laughed as he headed for the kitchen and Peter rolled his eyes, smiled and shook his head.
"I guess we better go eat," he said as Cassandra nodded then got up and helped him stand up. Sliding her arm around his waist, Cassandra placed her head against his arm and they headed for the kitchen.
London, England 1811
The masts of the ship creaked while the light wind caused ripples in the sails and people moved about the dock, going about their business. Seamen carried crates or rolled barrels, passengers headed toward their loved ones or carriages or dock workers called out which directions the nets from two ships were heading. Roberto walked by the people while holding onto two suitcases when he looked behind him and sighed. Giacomo had booked passage for him on a ship going to the Colonies and the thought of running felt like a stone in the pit of his stomach. What convinced him was when Giacomo brought him to the house and showed him their mother's mutilated body. Gaicomo walked beside him as Roberto looked down at his feet and Giacomo placed his hand on Roberto's shoulder.
"Are you sure this is necessary?" Roberto asked.
"Yes," Giacomo said with a nod of his head and Roberto sighed, looking up at the ship to his right.
"But I want to help," he said when Giacomo stopped, gently turned him to face him and Roberto saw the anger in his brother's eyes.
"Roberto, please, you have to understand. We have lost Marcus, Antonia, Mother and Father, not to mention Antonia's family. I will be damned if I am going to lose you as well," Giacomo said and Roberto nodded his head.
"I understand, but wouldn't it be safer facing this bastard together?" he asked and Giacomo sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.
"Yes, but you don't have the training."
"Then train me!" he asked with wide eyes.
"There is no time!"
"But I know how to use a sword."
"It takes more than fancy swordplay to take down De'Avante."
"Then…." Roberto said as Giacomo shook his head and Roberto sighed, knowing that he was fighting a losing battle. "Fine, I'll go."
"Good man," Giacomo said as Roberto headed for the gangplank and Giacomo watched him going up the gangplank then walk on deck. Turning around, Giacomo headed into the crowd while Roberto watched him then picked up his suitcases, headed for the gangplank and ran down the gangplank. Keeping to the shadows, Roberto watched Giacomo get onto the carriage then watched the carriage leaving and Roberto smiled, heading down the street.
Peter felt something pulling on his hair when he opened his eyes and saw Cross sitting on the pillow.
"Beak off the hair, Tweety," he grumbled as Cross flew to the dresser while Peter looked at the clock and sighed, rolling onto his back. Cassandra snuggled against him while placing her head on his chest and his heart thumped softly in her ear. After Jane and Charlie had left the penthouse, they had retired to Peter's bedroom and had fallen asleep and he kissed the top of her head, making her smile.
"What time is it?" she asked, stroking her fingers over the tip of his nipple.
"It's time for rehearsal," his voice grumbled in her ear as she looked up at him and sighed.
"Do we have to?' she lightly grumbled and his growling laugh made her giggle.
"I'm afraid so," he said as she moved off him and he got out of bed, He stretched his arms over his head then yelped when she gently smacked his bottom and he turned around, leaned on the bed and his eyes went wide. "Naughty!"
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked then yelped as he dived on the bed and started tickling her. Cross covered its eyes with its wings while their laughter echoed in the room and Cross turned around to face the wall.
Charlie had gone over to Amy's house to study as Jane sat outside in the car when the door opened and Charlie and Amy walked down the front path. Jane smiled when she got the feeling that someone was watching her but didn't want to turn her head and saw that Charlie and Amy had stopped, looking at something.
"Mom, get out of the car!" Charlie shouted as Jane opened the door and got out of the car. She ran to Charlie and Amy when she stood next to them and they looked at the person standing on the other side of the car.
"Who the hell is that?" Amy asked as Jean-Phillipe walked around the other side of the car and leaned against the side of the car. Jane knew she should have told Charlie to bring Amy to the penthouse as Jean-Phillipe walked closer and stood in front of them, folding his arms over his chest.
"I am only going to say this once," he said as he walked to Charlie and Charlie moved Amy and Jane behind him. "Where is it?"
"Where's what?" Charlie asked.
"Don't play game with me, Mon Ami. Where is the sword?" Jean-Phillipe growled and Charlie saw his eyes flashing in a red light and clenched his jaw.
"What sword?"
"I said don't play games with me!" Jean-Phillipe shouted when Charlie kicked Jean-Phillipe in the balls and Jean-Phillipe fell to his knees, an inhuman scream filling the air. Charlie, Jane and Amy ran for the car as Jane started the car and a feeling of déjà vu moved through her. The car sped down the street as Jean-Phillipe slowly stood up with his hands over his throbbing balls and he growled, changed into a black mist and vanished.
The police car sat behind the large sign as Officer Jake Miller sat behind the steering wheel and yawned. He wondered what he had done to end up doing what he was doing and flicked the tracking gun on and off. He jumped when something hit the roof of the car and he got out of the car, taking the gun out of the holster on his left hip. Holding the gun tightly in his hands, he looked around as the darkness surrounded him and he moved around to the back of the car. Yelping, he hit the ground hard when something grabbed onto his ankles and pulled him under the car. The car moved side to side then stopped and someone crawled out from under the car. The driver's side door opened as someone got into the car then closed the door and blood spread out from under the car.
The car soared down the road while Jane held the steering wheel tightly in her hands and Amy looked out the back window. She suddenly saw the blue and red lights in the darkness and the sirens caused Jane to look at the rearview mirror.
"Shit," she said.
"No, Mom, don't stop!" Charlie said.
"I have to," Jane said as she pulled the car onto the side of the road and the police car pulled up behind them. Amy watched as someone in a dirty policeman's uniform got out of the police car then walked toward the car and Jane frowned as she looked at the review mirror. "There's no one there."
"What?" Amy asked as whoever it was walked to the driver's side window then leaned over to look at Jane and her heart nearly stopped as Jean-Phillipe smiled at her and placed his hand on the roof of the car.
"Hello, Cheri," he said as his eyes flashed in a red light and a small smile appeared on his face.