Chapter 21
Noah texted his father and told him that his mother was there with him at the Mirror Lake Mansion, and he wanted him to come there as soon as possible.
Perhaps it was luck or just coincidence, but his Father had stated that he was already on the plane and would be there in about three hours.
He warned Noah that his mother was not there and should be cautious around her. If possible, keep her locked in her room, at least till he got there. He brought a witch and two elders with him to have rooms ready.
Noah texted him again, but his father didn't respond.
Micheal offered to go and seal her door and windows so she couldn't escape; he could do it quietly with magic so she wouldn't get too upset. Noah decided that he was going to stick close to Daisy.
He didn't trust her safety to anyone other than himself; he made up a basket of food and goodies and took them upstairs to stay with his lovely Mate.
He wasn't sure he wanted to tell her about his mother yet, perhaps wait for a bit, maybe after they ate and then let her know. She hasn't been eating much, and he didn't want to ruin her appetite further.
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Raymond Deslaires was getting pissed off; the Ghost was no longer answering his calls, the Elixir potion was almost ready for its final ingredient. He had to have that blood.
He let out a sigh as he watched the night go by from the window of his private jet. He was just going to have to go and get what he needed himself. After getting the blood, he would rip the Ghost a new one.
After that, he would report to the council that Blane the Ghost was still alive and rogue. That should take care of his problems, and he will be free to make as much as the super elixir as he wished.
He didn't even need a lot of the blood, just enough to fill a syringe, at least to start with; that amount would make at least fifty vials of the Elixir. Then he could make more long-range plans for the girl.
Perhaps if she is pretty enough, he will just marry her that way; she would be his legal property in the eyes of his vampire world. It was an old way, but it was still considered legal.
Yes, perhaps it was time for him to settle down. Having a wife would also help him gain his position on the council.
He had his unique talent for mind control. It would be easy to gain her consent. All he would have to do was drink a little of her blood.
He started to laugh as his plane came in for its landing.
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Daisy watched Noah's face as he came in the door. She knew that something terrible had happened, and from the look on his face, she knew he wasn't going to tell her unless she pried it out of him.
He sat down the tray and smiled at her; the smile didn't reach his eyes. She knew that she had to find out what it was that he wasn't telling her.
"Perhaps, my handsome mate, you tell me what is eating away at your mind. Tell me what has happened? Do not worry about me; I am stronger than you think."
"We are mates. Didn't you tell me that there were no secrets between mates? So why are you keeping this one from me?"
Noah stared at her for a minute, and she could tell he was debating on coming clean on what he had been holding back on telling her.
She just waited. She knew he would tell her eventually, but she had a strange feeling that she needed to know everything now.
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When she first told him she wanted to know what he was holding back, the only thought that he had was the word, "fuck". He didn't want her upset ever again, but she was right. She should and needed to know what was going on.
"Do you remember Edna Johnson?"
"Yes, she was a nosey but really nice lady. she was a friend of my mother's."
"She has been murdered, and her body was found in the choir balcony of the chapel on the same day as your mother's funeral."
"A rogue vampire is running about that your father is trying to catch, and I think the local Sheriff is trying to catch him too."
"My mother has been taking something called the Elixir. She has gone or is almost close to going insane from taking it."
"Your father thinks that this Elixir is made from an ancient recipe. The final ingredient to make the Elixir of eternal youth is your blood."
"I think whoever is wanting your blood is going to come here to get it. How they found out about you, I don't know; I am not even sure I believe all of it. It is a bit to get your head around."
"My father is on his way here; he will be able to decide what happens with my mother."
"We are keeping my Mother locked up until my Father arrives and your father talks with him about it; I think there is more your father hasn't told me, but I think he wants to tell my father first."
She just stared at him for a little bit and then let out a sigh.
"Noah, my life will never be the same again, I don't even care about my life in New York anymore, and I really should because I have a business starting up that has a lot of potential, and I also have artwork hanging in, a very high-end gallery."
"Now though, that all seems so far away, I don't want to and won't give it up, but I am letting my assistant handle the day-to-day things till I get back. At the same time, I just want to go off and be with you for the rest of my life."
"Daisy, you don't have to give anything up, not your business or art career. None of it you can have all that and me as well."
With that, they started to nibble on the food and drink some wine. She felt strangely relaxed now that she knew everything. She sensed that things were going on around her that she needed to know, and now she did.
"Noah? I am going to ask something of you, and I am sure you will be more than happy to grant my wish."
"What wish is that, my sweet little flower?"
"I want to complete our mating and seal each other together forever. I don't know why I feel this way, but I feel that it will be important in the days to come."
Noah smiled.
"Raja and I have no trouble granting that wish whenever you want to make it and as many times as you wish to do so."
He pulled her to him, and their night of passion had just begun and wouldn't end till late in the morning. When it was all done, they were mates for true.
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Sheriff Thompson went over to the Mayor's place to check up on them; they were not answering their phones.
The mayor said he would be gone for the next couple of days, but his deputy reported that the mayor's car was in their driveway when he was out on patrol.
He pulled up to the house, and sure enough, there was his car. Getting out of his car, he walked up to the BMW and looked inside. It seemed fine. He went next to take a peek in the garage window.
So far, nothing was out of the ordinary,
Inside he could see the wife's car was inside. He went up to the house next, with a feeling of foreboding in his gut. The front door was unlocked; he opened it slowly. He was calling out for anyone who was home.
There wasn't an answer, and the house had that empty feeling. He noticed the mayor's shoes and another lady's shoes red high heels; he didn't know if they belonged or not.
The next thing he noticed was Mrs.Davison's purse. She never went anywhere without it.
Going through the house, he didn't notice too many things till he got to the main bedroom, and there were clothes all over the floor, and the bed was all messed up. It still smelled like sex in the room.
Again no one, going back down to the living area, noticed that the sliding glass doors were wide open. He followed out into the garden. The only thing he found was the end of a joint; it was wet and had been there for a while.
He couldn't get the feeling out of his gut that this was the next crime scene of his serial killer. Knowing that perhaps he did interrupt the killer's schedule of victims, this was the retaliation of his not playing the game.
If 'The Wraith' thought that this would make the sheriff's department play by his rules well, he was happy to disappoint.
Still, this spoke volumes. This guy was strong and clever enough to take on two people, maybe three. What else can he do? He was beginning to think he wasn't dealing with a human.
Perhaps it was time to call a friend of his from his military days; he was retired from the FBI and was a sheriff now.
He decided that he needed to contact David Whitmore, tell him what he was dealing with, and maybe get some solid answers for a change.