Chapter 17
Corry Davison got home at four am in the morning; he told his wife not to wait for him; they had a lot of things to do now that they had a possible serial killer in their midst.
If truth be told, it was the Sheriff that had a lot to do. He on the other hand did not, that was the life of the Mayor to tell everyone else what to do. He was going to be way too busy playing doctor with his new secretary. Kimberly was a tall blonde big boobed goddess he ordered from the agency. She was everything his wife wasn't and more.
He knew that his wife suspected he and his secretary were having an affair, but she could never catch him. It didn't matter now either because they agreed that she would go to her sister's house to stay till all this killer stuff was over with.
So when he went through the house to shower, he never bothered to notice that her purse was still on the stand by the door or that her car was in the garage.
He was planning a picnic with Kimberly in an hour and a half. He rushed through the house to put together a basket of wine, cheese, and fruit. They would drive about an hour out of town, so no one would see them that knew them.
As he was heading out, he noticed that the patio sliding door was wide open; he closed it and made a mental note to bitch to his wife about it later. He was out the door and pulling out of the driveway off to be with his Kimberly.
However, since the wife was out, they would not be checking into a hotel. He was bringing her back to his home and sleeping with her in his bed.
They will have fun playing house for a couple of days. Maybe they will even tap into his wife's stash of pot. That was one good thing about her. She had excellent taste in pot.
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Enid sent a message to Micheal Deveroe via email; it stated simply that it was time that his daughter knew everything and that he was to hide no more. It was time he took a stand.
He didn't like her tone in the email, and the poop emoji was a bit uncalled for, but he supposed he did deserve it. Only Enid could have gotten away with that disrespectful tone with him.
She was right though he couldn't wait any longer she had a right to know, and she is approaching the age of change at twenty-five years old. When vampires get their extraordinary powers, he isn't sure how it would be for her, though.
All the races mixed her blood, though since he was her father and a pureblood vampire, her blood would have more of his vampire blood.
The only other way her powers would manifest is if she experienced some profound physical like mating with your true mate.
She could be just human with no special powers to speak of. That would be ok, too, though she would be hunted for her blood if she isn't already.
He remembered seeing her with that Lucas kid and wondered perhaps he should go there as soon as possible, tonight even.
Still, he had to find The Ghost and end him; he was an impossible asshole, that is why he is called The Ghost. He caught him before, and he was determined to do it again.
God, help him if he goes after Daisy.
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Noah and Daisy cornered Enid in the kitchen that morning and told her everything that had happened. She gave a little shocked look, but it wasn't that believable. Noah could tell she knew a lot more than she was speaking.
All she would tell them was to have the both of them go through her Aunt Clara's box of letters, read them all, and look at all the pictures because though Daisy might not know who anyone was, that didn't mean that Noah wouldn't.
They were in Daisy's room with all the pictures scattered and reading the love letters, and Enid was right Daisy didn't know anyone but Noah sure as hell did.
He recognized Micheal Devoroe right at the start. When they were done with everything, Daisy just sat there in a state of shocked disbelief. Was everything that Aunt Clara told her a lie?
Not Aunt Clara at all, as it turns out she should have called her Mother. Then finding out her father was Micheal Deveroe, a famous and infamous vampire lord. She had no idea what to make of it. All her mind completely froze up.
It also brought to her mind how her mother died; all of her blood was gone. Did that mean that a vampire killed her?
Noah sensing her distress, climbed on the bed behind her and wrapped her body into his. He just held her like that, no words, just comfort.
"It is alright; someone has a lot of questions to answer. We will find them all and put this puzzle together. Even if I have to let Raja out to bite a few in the ass to motivate them."
"I don't care if you're a vampire that sprouts purple horns and green wings, you are mine, and that is all there is to it."
At that moment, Raja began to purr again, relaxing her. He didn't care what she was. He already knew what she was, and that was His.
She whispered to them...
"Naughty Tiger always knows what I need to hear."
He chuckled and held her tighter into his warmth and loving understanding.
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Sheriff Thompson didn't like long silences when it came to serial killers; it was never a good thing they were either laying low and waiting for time to pass, or they had another victim and were busy with that.
Either way was terrible; he suspected it was the latter of the two and that he had a new toy to play with. Letting out a sigh, he was pissed at the Mayor.
The jackass didn't want to let it out to the town that a killer was running around because this was fucking tourist season. Then the jackass leaves town for a few days with his secretary because of "business" Does he think we are all stupid.
He was half tempted to go and find his wife and let her in on a few things she might be interested in knowing. He wasn't that vindictive; everyone will find out soon enough. It wasn't like they were being discrete about it.
Anyway, his focus was on the serial killer "The Wraith." How was he getting in and out of places without being seen? Who was his next victim? Did he seem to like middle-aged to older women?
A serial killer likes victims for different reasons, but they usually want easy access or those that can't fight back.
A Middle-aged woman wouldn't be as strong as a young one, but they could still put up a fight. Perhaps that is what he liked. Who the hell knows what goes on inside their sick heads.
Still, he did make a list of all the middle-aged to older ladies in the area. That way, they could at least keep an eye on the ones they knew of anyway. It won't be easy, but it can be done.
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Raymond Delasaries was impatient for the Ghost to return with that blood sample. What was the sick fuck up to this time?
He was sure he didn't want to know what that crazy idiot was doing, but it was interfering with his plans. He needed that blood, and without a sample, he would have no idea if she was the right one.
If he isn't back within a week, I will have to go looking for that asshole, and I will make him pay if I find out he has been playing this whole time.
His clients are getting greedy and fighting amongst themselves to gain another bottle. He needed the new Elixir to calm things down; he didn't want their families to start asking questions, not until he made all his money anyway.
He managed to find another boy to make the current recipe of the Elixir, so at least he would be able to supply more bottles to his clients, but he knew it was just a matter of time when the final stage would come and the Elixir would stop working.
He intended to be long gone when that happened; he wasn't staying around for that shit show.
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The Wraith was on the floor of his playhouse rolling around higher than a kite; wow, whatever she was smoking must have been the excellent stuff. He hadn't felt this giddy since he drank the blood of that mean-ass leprechaun.
He would have to have her smoke some more of it. He wanted to feel this way at least one more time. He decided with his new toy, he would give up on the embalming that wasn't a good idea at all.
This time, he would play, but he would remake her into something even more beautiful than the last one.
She was a much more classy lady than the last, so he would have to go shopping for something as extravagant as her tastes. This time he was going to go with his next favorite color, blue.
He would have to get into her house to find her stash so they could have some more fun; he hoped that she wasn't smoking the last of it that would be disappointing.
Maybe when he goes back to her house, her husband will be there in bed with his juicy secretary, and he could have a little snack. Perhaps he could bring her husband here to have a Menage a trois. That would be fun for the whole town.
Rolling around on the floor, still laughing, he had tears of blood rolling down his cheeks as he held his stomach because it was hurting from all the laughing. Yes, he would have to have her smoke one again.
So much fun and so little time. And then he started to giggle again.