Catrina woke with a start, she felt the other side of the bed, her fingers made contact with a warmness on the sheets, she shivered slightly. Catrina used her remaining strength in her to push herself up, and lean against the headboard. Her eyes levelled with the person sitting on the trunk at the end of the bed, Jack was smiling pleasantly at her. Catrina mistaken it for some-sort of a twisted kindness, and tugged the silk duvet upwards to cover her top half, even though it was fully clothed.
"What do you want, to maul me again?" Catrina was surprised at her own calmness in her voice.
Jack's coat rustled a little as he cautiously stood up and made his way around to her, she eyed him suspiciously as he settled down next to her. "I just dropped in to wish you good morning." He said innocently, he was quite a distance away from her, as if he were shy.
She gapped at him, and then returned to her suspicious gaze. "That's it...no precious, or sweetie or touch up?"
"Why would I do that?" He said sheepishly, his lips parted slightly exposing his two incisors.
She narrowed her eyes, and hastily slid out of bed on the opposite side of him, she remained facing him as she slowly backed towards the door. "I'm just going to nip out for a walk." He nodded, she stared wide eyed at him, and rushed out into the corridor. Her bare feet padded along the rough carpeting, as she trotted towards the kitchen. She banged the door open, and rummaged through the cupboards. All she came across was cans of rat poison which were in the same place as the tinned baked beans, which was very disturbing. Catrina was startled by a voice behind her.
"Hungry?" She turned towards Jack who was leaning against a counter behind her.
She nervously scratched her arm "Erm yeah...I haven't eaten in days."
Jack brought something from behind him on the counter top, it was a Chinese take-out noodle box. He said nothing as he waved it by its handle, in front of her, she grabbed it as soon as she got a waft of the sweet and sour sauce. "Err...thanks?" She turned her back on him, and began to devour the noodles with her bear fingers. Jack smiled evilly, his eyes dropped to her slim waist, then to her ass, then his eyes dropped down her slender legs. Catrina turned and noticed him jump as if he had be caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing. Realising she must look a right state, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, slightly embarrassed.
"You don't have to follow me around?" She walked by him. 'Maybe he's finally going with the deal?' she thought as she made her way through the door and towards the decking.
Jack's gaze followed her until the doors flapped shut, he tugged at the top of his shirt, wafting it about his neck. "God it's hot in here." He muttered.
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Maureen knocked the knocker against a grand oak door. As she waited, she took an interest at a pentagram wind chime which was hanging above her head. She prepared her pleasant smile, as she heard the sound of catches being undone, the door opened, and out poked a youngish man's head, he looked no older than 20.
"Err...hi, I'm Maureen I called about the..." She dropped her voice. "The night world cult."
The man opened the door wider, and pulled her inside, checking for passer-byers as he closed he door. "I-I was told you could-" She started, but he pressed a finger to his lips to hush her.
"Shush." He whispered. "The neighbours press their ears to the walls...now follow me"
As they passed the living room, Maureen noticed a séance was being conducted. They continued down the corridor towards a small door in between the kitchen and the dining room, the smell of sulphur filled the air. He pushed the small door open and walked down a darkened stairway, Maureen followed uneasily, and was soon in a room lit by candle light. There were 5 others in the room, apart from the man and her. They were all seated on small three legged stools in a semi-circle. A woman looked up at their new visitor. "You are Maureen, and you wish to ask me something." She said huskily, her bright brown eyes glowed in the candle light. The man smiled encouragingly at Maureen and wondered back upstairs, leaving her alone.
"Yes...I asked if you know a way to kill a demon." Maureen kept near the stairs with her back to the wall.
"We will tell you know more until we know you mean business." Maureen listened intently. "If you wish to freak out, then just turn around and leave my house. But If you want to know what you came here for, step closer."
Maureen hesitated, but gradually moved closer to the semi-circle. "I love my daughter, and I'll do anything to get her back, even if it means diving into something that I always found hard to believe."
The stool creaked as the woman stood up, she was surprisingly small for the depth of her voice. "And do you believe?"
Epps stood for a moment. "I do, because I have witnessed unbelievable things in my life."
"And you think just because your daughter's vanished off the face of the earth, means a demon must of taken her?"
"I don't think,...I know, and my daughter hasn't disappeared off the face of the earth, she is still here and I know where...sort of!" Maureen began to raise her voice. "All I want to know is how to kill it."
All eyes in the room were upon her.
"I know who took her, but I'm still not quite sure what he is...a cedo, a capito, maybe even an Incubus?" Maureen heard a couple of them gasp. "But I know for sure he is a soul collector."
The rest of the group burst into whispers. The woman raised her hand to silence them. "A soul collector you say, that is a little out of our league."
"You mean you can't help me?" She folded her arms in irritation.
"I didn't say that, it's just we've never been asked how to destroy one of there kind before."
"-And why is that, surely someone must have been bothered by one, or realised how dangerous it must be to come across one?" Maureen eyes glanced at the others in the room, who were all looking at each other wearily.
"Maureen, soul collectors don't bother people at random, and anyone who has ever came across a soul collector ends up dead. I just don't see why 'one' would take your daughter. Even if one had?...I wouldn't hold much hope for her."
"She's not dead if that's what you mean?... I can still feel her. And guess what...I've met one, and I'm not dead...and I don't fear it." Maureen walked closer to the semi-circle.
"Then you are very very lucky or..." The woman then indicated to another member to fetch something, the person walked to the other side of the room, to rummage around. The woman sighed as she closed her eyes, she opened them again to look at Maureen. "I'm guessing he took your daughter in your stead."
Epps looked down with guilt. "That would be correct."
The woman closed her eyes again. "You made a deal with him before she was conceived."
Maureen nodded slowly, she noticed all the others were looking at her curiously. "I was young and stupid, I was hoping he would forget...I, I just wanted to see my family again." Dry tears began to well up in her eyes, she sniffed them back.
"You were foolish." The woman said simply, her eyes still closed. The other member returned , and approached Maureen on her right side, he was starting to open a jar.
The woman took a sharp intake of breath, and then the candles began to flicker about the room. Maureen looked about her at the others, as if asking. 'Err...what the hell is going on?' They were obviously confused as her. The woman began to shake.
She then cracked her neck to the side, and spoke in a strained voice. "Years from now Maureen, when you've settled down in a nice cosy little house, with a nice husband, you got a nice little family of your own building up...you must let me take your first child." She smiled evilly, her neck rolling from side to side. Maureen gapped, while the others stared wide-eyed at her. "You know perfectly well I can't die, Maureen." The woman's eyes darted open, they were bright blue. Her head straightened to look at Maureen full on, the atmosphere was cold.
Maureen shivered. "Jack...what have you done with my daughter?"
The woman's voice remained her own except it was croaky, and staggered. "How did I get here?" She looked about her confused.
"What have you done with my daughter!" Maureen repeated starting to get annoyed.
Jack's eyes darted back to hers, and held them in a hypnotic gaze. "Your one nosy little bitch aren't you?" The woman jerked her head to the side. The group were standing as still as statues.
"I want her back now, Jack."
"Whom... the woman, or your daughter?" The woman's mouth tugged into a sneer..
"Catrina of course...she doesn't belong to you!"
"Oh well that's where your wrong Maureen...we had a bargain, she's mine and there's nothing you can do about it, that's unless you want me to take back all of your friends and family."
"-You know perfectly well I can't let you do that!" Maureen seethed with anger, as she clenched her fists.
One of the three members behind the woman whispered to another. "What's causing this?...What should we do?"
"-I...I dunno, this has never happened before, and we're not even doing a seance." One said in panic.
Maureen at that moment wanted to flee from Jack's sight, but she felt like she was nailed to the spot. "I've given you a lot Jack, you don't need anything of mine!"
"We had a deal, anyway I can't give her back now...I've grown quite attached to her." Jack said mockingly, a smile curled on the woman's lips.
Maureen gritted her teeth. "-You stay away from her!"
"I can't just stay away from her, I do need to keep her where she is after all."
"I want to see her now!" Maureen bellowed out, a surge of sadness hit her, as she felt she was slowly being defeated.
Suddenly the man standing next to her looked to the floor, a look of realisation passed across his face, he then looked up at the others, and yelled. "We're forming a pentagram, jump out now!" Almost immediately after he said this, all the others in the group darted out of there positions. Maureen watched horror struck as the woman snapped her head back and erupted a deafening screech, her back arched as a gush of wind spiralled around the room and shot upstairs, the woman crumpled to the floor motionless.
"Why'd you do that for I could of found out more?" Epps exclaimed, as the group ran to attend their fallen leader, the man looked like he was very close to her. "So how do you plan on helping me!"
The man turned to Maureen, looking at her with annoyance. "Did you hear me...what are you going to do!" She repeated, taking a step towards them, from the moment she did - The man jumped back, reached into the open jar he was holding, and sprinkled a line of salt across the floor.
"Stay back, I don't know what you are...but what ever you are, you were the one that brought that negative energy in here!" The others had carried their leader to a chair in the corner, and had made their way behind the man.
"But I didn't mean to...all I did was come for answers to get rid of my demons." Maureen was appalled at being blamed for something that wasn't her fault. She strode over their carefully laid out line of salt, they instantly backed away. "That energy as you called it' I didn't bring it, it must have followed me, and I'm not letting you blame me for this!"
"-GET OUT!" The man yelled starting to chuck salt in her direction.
"GLADLY!" She stormed upstairs, the man which had let her in the house was lighting some candles in the corridor, and he jumped in surprise as Maureen strode angrily by him.
"Excuse me...err...are you alright?"
Maureen stopped in mid-step, and spun around. "Alright...alright!...No I'm not alright, I came here for answers, and what do I get...a possessed witch and a wrong accusation from a salt slinging cult!" Maureen retched the door open and stalked outside.
After she had briskly walked up the path, she turned onto the main pavement and began walking the long way home, the breeze blew hard in her face, and felt she was not alone. Epps suddenly heard someone calling in the distance, she remorsefully turned around to see the man she had yelled at, running to catch her up. He reached her puffing and panting. "I, I apologise for chasing you up like this, but, but I just want to ask...do I know you from somewhere?"
Maureen's face softened, as she blanked out. "Erm...no, I don't think so?"
"- 'Cause I recognise you, your name is Maureen right?" She nodded at his question. "That wouldn't be Maureen Dodge would it?"
"Err...yes?" She replied slightly suspicious. "Do I know you?"
"I'm sorry...you see I've been dying to meet you, I'm Robert...Catrina's boyfriend." He stuck his hand out, Maureen shook it still baffled, then she smiled at his half smile.
"Robert...I was wondering when I was finally going to meet you, sorry about earlier...erm...do you live in that house?" She scratched her ear in question.
"Err...yes unfortunately, the whole cult thing is kind of a family business, all except for my mum, she absolutely hates it. My Dad holds seances in the living room, and my aunt has a club in the basement." He coughed slightly when he mentioned his aunt.
"Your aunt, that possessed witch?"
"-She's not my favourite aunt, did she really get possessed?"
"Yes...but it doesn't matter, Okay then...I'll see you around." She began to rush off in the other direction, trying to avoid the question he might pop. He caught up with at the corner, tugging at her sleeve, and standing in front of her.
"So how's Catrina, she hasn't called me in days."
Maureen looked off to the side, then back. "She's fine, she's out and about...in different places." She replied quickly, too quickly.
"-So she hasn't fell out with me or anything?"
"No, no, no, no, no."
"Could you pass on the message that I asked about her, and ask her to call me." Robert began to back away, feeling happy with himself.
"Erm...I won't be able to do that straight away she gone to err...San Francisco, for a few days."
Robert paused, and looked slightly baffled. "Oh...she didn't tell me."
"-Well it was all of a sudden, an old pen pal asked her last minute and zooooom, she was off." Maureen rubbed the back of her head irritably. "Catrina loves her shopping." She gave Robert a weak smile and took her leave.
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Jack lifted himself off the floor, and dusted himself off. He looked up to see Francesca staring at him curiously. "Don't ask."
"She doesn't have that effect on yous does she?" Francesca asked, putting a hand on her hip.
"Nooo, something dragged me somewhere else, I was able to talk through someone else, and you'll never guess who I spoke to."
"Who?" She asked, beginning to slip off her gloves to file her nails, not in the slightest bit interested.
"Well my dear." He snatched the file away from her, and she immediately looked up in surprise. "Maureen."
"Maureen...as in the girl that got away, the Madre of Catrina!"
"Yes, now get out of my way." Jack shoved by her, making for the decking.
"Your not by any chance looking for Catrina are you?" Francesca questioned. Jack paused in the doorway, with the sun blazing on his front, silhouetting him. He licked his pointed tooth as he turned around to her.
"Well yes, she is my prisoner, I have to see her sometime or another don't I?"
"Aren't you supposed to leave her alone, and then go wiz our little plan?-"
"I was going to befriend her first, then go 'wiz' our little plan." Jack mocked, he then winked at her and flashed a dazzling smile which he had captured many women's hearts with, as he disappeared into the sunlight.
Jack circled the decking, not finding Catrina. He decided to seek out her soul, using one of his many talents. He closed his eyes, and began to sense the whole boat in his mind, he scanned every nook and cranny for his token, a smile came to his lips as a small outline flash in his mind, he felt a warm tug in his heart strings, he could almost smell her feminine essence. His fair blue eyes met daylight again as he casually turned around and made his way indoors. He headed for the helm, he pushed open the door, and rushed in, the same way he did when he heard Dodge and Maureen talking about him many years back. He could feel her, but couldn't see her, his eyes went cat yellow as he saw her glowing aura through the ceiling of the helm. He walked over to one of the windows, and stuck his top half through, and stretched, his eye level rested above the roof, and he saw Catrina's slender form standing a distance away from him, facing out to sea, her hair looked red in the sun light with it's mixture of blonde and brown, and it blew away from her face like a silk sheet. 'How can a mortal look that beautiful?' He pulled his tall cat-postured frame through the window, and used his strong arms to pull himself up. She hadn't noticed him behind her, he pushed the lust to the back of his mind and approached her.
"I think I shall call you Rose."
Catrina jumped around, she lost her balance and she was about to plummet over the edge but he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. For just a half second he felt shell-shocked that she was about to fall to her death. But the worry passed suddenly as he held her safely, he had to come to terms with the personality he was supposed to be using on her.
"Are you okay?...s-s-sorry I startled you." He stuttered, acting on his innocent friend manoeuvre. For a brief moment he thought she bought it, but she shakily pushed him away. Catrina felt sick with shock and slight arousal. She had almost died, but then she was saved by the man she loathed, and her core began to ache. She shakily tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"I'm fine...I'm fine."
"No your not fine Catrina, now sit down." Jack put pressure on her shoulders and she sank down, and he sat down along side of her. She pulled her knees protectively to her chest, and Jack copied her, so it would throw away some threat.
"How'd you know I was up here?" She asked quietly, not looking at him.
Jack strained his eyes to think. "I...err...could smell you?" Jack suddenly heard her huff out a laugh through her nose.
"I smell that bad do I?" Catrina was slightly amused. Jack brought his eyes to her and noticed she was still looking out to sea.
"No no, not at all." He side glanced at her, she was discreetly rubbing her arms. He shuffled over, and wrapped one side of his coat around her so they were sharing a coat, she didn't reject it at all, in fact she tugged it tighter around her, which made Jack jerk closer, he didn't mind.
Catrina didn't know if she was happy or not, she stared out at the sea because she was confused and frustrated, she knew that if she took her eyes off the horizon she would look at Jack, and he would be looking at her in his creepy way, or vice-versa he would see her looking at him in the same creepy way. Catrina placed her chin on her kness, her eyes glazed over. -FLASH-
Her mother looked at her and guided her to the wooden chest at the foot of her bed. "No sweetie... he can't, at least not when I'm around." Her mum then tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She then seen Jack appear behind her mum, she shook with fear.
"MUMMY HE'S HERE!"
-Maureen whirled around. -FLASH-
Catrina jumped. 'How did he magically appear in the room?' She remembered Jack was right next to her, and she shuffled away. Jack looked at her in surprise.
"What's wrong?"
She was sitting a distance away from him. He tried to scan her mind, to see what she was thinking that had made her jump, he didn't come across anything. He assumed she must have remembered he was there or something. 'Maybe I could stir her hormones?' He knew he was breaking all the rules to all deals and promises he had made...but what the heck. He narrowed his eyes and concentrated, he was searching for her inner core.
Catrina was just going to sit a few metres from him, but then she felt slightly uncomfortable and began to slide further away, an ache had formed in her stomach, suddenly the ache turned into a warm pleasant feeling, then it exploded into a pleasure. She gasped and clutched her stomach. Catrina felt it increase, she didn't want to moan out in ecstasy, not in front of Jack, so she exclaimed a mighty 'ow!'.
Jack at first was enjoying himself, what he was doing to the inside of her body, but he immediately stopped when she exclaimed an 'ow' and he realised he must of been hurting her. Jack put on an innocent look and moved over to her.
"Are you feeling alright?" He placed a comforting arm around her, and in response she shivered slightly, she looked up. Her emeralds locked with his blues. Jack felt intoxicated, he felt like a horny teenager again, and couldn't hold it back any longer. Jack grabbed her head and pulled her in for a kiss, he didn't even get a chance to taste, for the moment his lips met her, her palms pushed hard against his chest and he was knocked back, which gave her the opportunity to run to one side and jump to the lower deck. He jumped up and growled angrily after her, now that her presence was gone his arousal faded a little.
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She was tired of running, but it was the only thing she could do. 'Always look on the bright side, I'll have a brilliant stamina by the end of this ordeal...that's if there's an end to this ordeal?' Catrina slowed her pace when she reached the doors to the main hall, she put a hand to her jaw and clicked it slightly. In her desperation she didn't know she had walked through Francesca's ghostly form in the doorway. Francesca watched her walk off down the unlit corridor, and Catrina was slowly engulfed in darkness.
Francesca quickly dissolved when a dull pain shot through her right hand, Jack was coming and he was extremely grassed off.
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Catrina stepped over bits of broken glass and furniture in a part of the ship she hadn't been in before, shimmers of light, reflected off ripples of water which shone brightly on the grim walls. She reached what seemed like the end of that particular corridor. She heard a creak nearby, she looked to her right and saw a door which was ajar. Catrina motioned towards it, and pushed open the door with her finger -FLASH-
She saw her mum, holding a flash light and motioning cautiously towards the same door.
-FLASH-
Catrina was amazed she had stumbled on the same door her mum must have years ago, she was overwhelmed with excitement and made her way in. The room itself was cluttered with half opened suitcases. Clothes and toys were strewed about the gloomy room, and crayon drawings were untidily stuck to the doors of the wardrobe. She glanced at a china doll which was perched on a chair next to the dressing table, it's beady eyes held an eternal sadness. Catrina picked it up and rubbed her thumb along it's cold pottery face. Her gaze went back to the wardrobe, her fingers brushed over the rough drawings, she pushed the door open - and screamed in terror as she jumped back- she dropped the china doll to the floor and it's face shattered. A half decayed skeleton, dressed in a scraggy blue dress hung from the top of the closet. The dress looked familiar, it was the same dress she had drew on a girl in her sketch pad...she remembered her mum had called her Katie Harwood.
"Who are you?" A little voice asked from behind her, she spun around and stared at the girl from her pad in life form. She was reminded of when she was little, all except for the deathly pale skin, and her eyes. Katie looked back at her.
"I'm Catrina...Catrina Dodge, I'm guessing your a ghost." Catrina said, and Katie nodded in response.
"Is it true that your Maureen's daughter?" Catrina smiled weakly at her, and Katie's eyes widened.
"I knew it!" Katie jumped up slightly, simply childlike, her face then dropped. "But is the other thing true...you were bargained for and kidnapped?"
Catrina scratched her arms "That is true."
"How come your still alive...how come your soul hasn't been taken!" Katie exclaimed, totally baffled, Catrina's brows furrowed. There it was again the mention of 'souls'.
"I am alive because Jack wants me alive,...and what is the significance with souls around here?"
Katie walked around the cases, brushing her colourless fingers over her old suitcases. "Didn't your mum, or anybody else tell you anything about Jack?"
There it was again something about Jack and souls. "You know what, why don't you tell me everything you know about Jack?...Then we could cut the explanations short." Catrina looked at Katie rather perplex.
Katie folded her arms behind her back. "He's a soul collector."
"Say what?"
"A soul collector." Katie repeated looking about her wearily.
"Is that another way of saying a weird guy that likes living on a haunted ship?"
"Haven't you even wondered why we're all afraid of him, and how he keeps us here?"
Catrina started to take in more breath. "Maybe your just b-being paranoid, your just trapped 'cause you need the killer to be brought to justice...I will bring him to justice."
Katie walked in front of Catrina. "It's not as simple as that, he has-!" Katie froze, and looked at the ceiling in terror. "Not again!" She put her hands over her head, as a form of protection as she faded out, Catrina stood their dumb-struck and creeped out.
She shook herself. 'No he can't be...it's ridiculous.' She walked out of the room and into another room across the landing. 'Does he have powers or something?' Catrina then imagined what he would be capable of if he did have powers, she cringed. Catrina slowly opened the wardrobe in the room, and was surprised to find everything intact. It was a closet of a wealthy young woman, she pulled out three coats which caught her eye, and tried them on, looking in the mirror. The first one was a scarlet, ankle length coat, it wasn't something she had in mind. The second was a black rain coat which had a waist belt, then she tried on a dark green velvet cloak which had a hood on the back, she flicked her brown hair out of the coat, and the light brown curls at the end of her locks passed her shoulders. Catrina smiled and did a little twirl, it felt comfortable, not to mention it matched her eyes.
As she looked about her she noticed, as she did on may occasions everything looked old-fashioned. She looked at the wall, there was a lighter patch on the wall, as if something had been removed recently, maybe a calendar. The other clothes in the wardrobe were all dresses and skirts, and not a single pair of women's trousers could be seen, not even a pair of trainers. 'Just how old is this boat anyhow?' Catrina now wished she had paid attention in history. Suddenly her eyes focused on a black pair of knee length heeled boots, similar to ones she had at home but the toes were squarish. She immediately grabbed them and slipped them on. 'Oh yes I feel whole again.' Catrina walked out feeling absolute triumph, all she needed know was to get off the boat.
Catrina headed back to her room, but before she did she rushed down to the kitchen to get a few things. She walked through the door of her room 2 minutes later, suddenly the door closed behind her, she jumped around- Jack was standing behind the door looking quite pleased with himself, his pearly whites showing partly.
"There you are!" He exclaimed as if he were talking to a child. She swallowed, she didn't know if she liked him when he was happy. 'At least he's not angry.' He almost floated towards her, then he pinched her cheeks cruelly. "I have been looking everywhere for you...and don't you look nice with that little cloak on, let me help you off with that." Catrina bat his hands away, and took a step back from him.
Jack moved forward and began fiddling with the bow at the front of her new cloak, and she flapped out at him "Could you keep you hands off me!" Her hair began to get messy, and her cheeks went red in frustration.
"Calm down sweetheart...just helping you take of your cloak, that's all." Jack desperately tried to put on an innocent face, but he couldn't help but smirk at her suffering.
She half growled. "JAAAAACK STOP IT!" Catrina tried to slap him, but he caught her hand. His fingers came forward to try and hook them around the bow, but they went further and hooked onto the bit of strap between the cups of her bra. He instantly stopped and the smile was gone from his face. Catrina had stopped flapping when she suddenly felt cold fingers down her top, she looked down and looked back up again. Blue eyes staring at her, it was the look. It wasn't him playing games anymore. The next thing she felt was a hand on the back of her head, pulling her forward.
'Oh no... not again!' Her hands automatically came up between her face and his, he was desperately trying to reach her lips, she squirmed. She remembered on another occasion, where she had just been to her high school prom and she was getting a ride home from her date, Derek Johnson, and he pulled her by her hair back in the car to smooch her, luckily her dad was coming out to greet them. He dragged Derek out of the car by the scruff of his neck and kicked him in the ass. But with Jack, it was going to be slightly different, her dad wasn't around to kick anybodies ass, so she would have to rely on her own fist, but it all depended on her timing. Catrina then remembered what was tucked in the waist band of her skirt, the carving knife, she didn't wish to kill anybody, just use it as a threatening device. She came out of thought to find the room was a wreck, everything had been carelessly knocked out of its place, and she was pressed against the dressing table, Jack was firmly pinning her, her eye level reached his neck. His hands were about her head, with his thumbs caressing her cheek, he leaned in - TAP TAP...
"Err...pardon me Jack?" Jack looked around at a waiter standing in the doorway, Jack's face hitched with anger and slight embarrassment, he released Catrina's face.
Catrina gazed at the ceiling, mouthing 'thank heavens'. "Have I come at a bad time?" The waiter added nervously. Catrina shook her head.
"Well yes actually you have, but what is it!" Jack said.
"Erm...F-F-Francesca was wondering if you were supposed to be going somewhere this afternoon?" He didn't hold eye contact with Jack.
Catrina noticed Jack's pale blue eyes went blank, then they slowly moved to the corners to side glance at her. He pursed his lips in thought. "Oh yes...so I have!" He jerked off Catrina and walked past the startled waiter and down the corridor. The waiter remained and looked Catrina up and down, suddenly an arm appeared out from the side of the door and pulled the distracted waiter sideways. Then you heard Jack's voice. "I know she's nice to look at...now come on"
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