Chapter 24

Raymone Deslaires arrived in the small town. It was not what he was expecting; of course, it was the same old small town crap. He never understood why anyone would want to live in this type of place, human or otherwise.

On the other hand, this place has intense and dark energy. He didn't think it was a permanent part of the town; no, this felt new. It was swirling about in the air like a nasty fart as it waited for someone to walk into it.

He could sense that The Ghost had been around, but there was another feeling, something that he didn't like at all. It was like a deep evil rage was sleeping and on the verge of waking up.

Whatever the fuck was going on in this town, I am getting that blood as soon as possible, and then I am getting the hell out of here.

He couldn't find a place to stay this late at night, so he decided that he would go and see if he could hunt down The Ghost and find out what the hell he thought he was doing.

If I can't find that asshole, I will try to find out at least where my blood donor is living so I can get an idea of what I am dealing with. At least I still have her address.

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Jack Dawson wasn't happy about learning what was going on just two hundred and fifty miles from his clan. A fucking Wendigo, who the hell decided it was a good idea to mess with the laws of nature. You have to be some sort of unique piece of shit to do that.

Seriously, what is with these people? What happened to committing ordinary crimes? They got bored and had to change things up. Where are they all coming from? They are popping up like fucking dandelions.

As it was, he found himself traveling to the Fire Blaze Tribe. It wasn't an easy ride, and once he got far enough in, the road ended, and then he had to shift into Brutus and let him run the rest of the way in.

They would not let you near their territory unless you came in animal form. Only the bear clans knew about them. No other shifters knew, nor would they be allowed to know.

It would have to be in a great time of emergency, and then only one representative would be permitted to enter with a Werebear escort.

Jack pulled up to the end of the road, shifted to Brutus, and they were off at a full-out run. From the sound of things, there was no time to waste.

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Sheriff David Whitmore was at the Lucas mansion about to knock on the door when the door opened, and an older couple came out; they both had a small bag packed and appeared to be leaving in a hurry.

They were both startled when they ran into him and almost knocked him over. They were not just leaving in a hurry. They were running.

"I am sorry to startle you; I have come to see if any of the Lucas's are in residence at the moment and if I could speak with them?"

"Yes, Sheriff, the master is in; his son was here but left last night. Just go on inside, and I will go and tell him you are here. Then my wife and I will be leaving to go visit her sister in Denver."

He followed the man inside and waited in the main living room area for Mr. Lucas to show up. He couldn't help but notice that the feel in the air here was overwhelming and heavy. It made you feel on edge, like you were being watched or stalked.

His bear Finnick was on edge and was watching through David's eyes as well. Something really bad was happening here. He could understand why that couple was leaving in such a hurry now.

If he found it uncomfortable, then normal humans would be terrified.

Finally, Mr. Lucas came into the room; he looked horrible; he was pale and had dark circles under his eyes; he looked like he hadn't had any sleep in a long while.

"Hello, I am Nicholas Lucas; how may I help you, Sheriff?"

David could tell that the man knew he was a shifter; it takes one to know one after all.

"Mr. Lucas, are you aware that there is an active serial killer in Millersville and that it is a vampire?"

Mr. Lucas stared at him in surprise and then let out a sigh; rubbing his hands through his hair, he looked back at David with weary filled eyes.

"Well, Sheriff, this little town sure does have its share of evil descending upon it. There is more going on than you know. In the west wing of this house is a cocooned Wendigo, and no one is sure when it will come out."

"There is a lot more to the story than that, but there is a possibility that all of this is connected somehow."

David wasn't sure he heard the man right. Did he say Wendigo? Why the hell is one of those here? How did it get here, and how the hell did you get rid of it. He wasn't sure about it, but he had done some reading. If the rumors were confirmed, there wouldn't be any killing. It is an actual immortal demon.

"Perhaps, Mr. Lucas, you should fill me in on what is going on and how you think it is all tied together."

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Daisy wasn't sure how she felt to be home again; she'd just got off the phone with her assistant. The report was good; her art was doing well in the gallery, and she had three potential buyers. Her other business was shut down right now because she couldn't be there in person.

Even so, Daisy wasn't happy that part of her life seemed too far away right now. She was grateful that she had such a competent and loyal assistant.

Still, here she was in her childhood home once again; the house had a better feel to it this time. Perhaps it had to do with the safeguards her father put on the house, or maybe the evil finally dissipated.

Looking out at the lake gave her a sense of calm. She felt like her mother was with her here. It was hard to think of her as her mother, but it was starting to sink in now.

At this moment, Daisy was alone in the house. Noah didn't want to leave her, but she insisted that they needed to stock up the house on food and needed items if they were going to stay for any length of time.

She would cook him her Aunts/mother's recipe for lasagna and homemade garlic bread; she had the bread rising. It was almost ready to be baked.

She was almost falling asleep when Noah came through the door carrying all kinds of bags. Far more than the list she gave him would have needed, he then winked at her and went back out to get more.

When he was finally done bringing them in, she looked at him in wonder.

"Did you buy out the whole store?"

"Nope, my little flower, I bought out two stores. I figured that if we are staying here for a while, you should want for nothing; I even picked up several movies."

I will turn time here into the most spectacular little hideaway you could ever hope for.

He pulled her in for a passionate kiss. It only whetted their appetites for each other, Noah was getting that look in his eyes, but Daisy had to put the brakes on because she had dinner to make.

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Raymond Deslaires tracked The Ghost. It was pretty easy because he put a tracker on him the last time they were in his office. The Ghost was clever, but Raymond was better at it. He smiled to himself as he came upon a cabin deep in the forest.

He went up to the door and knocked,

"Open up, Blane. It is time for your ass-kicking. Get out here and take it like a good vampire."

There was only silence for an answer, and it was true silence because not even a bird or a bug was making any noise. He tried the door handle. It was unlocked, thinking, wow, pretty sloppy of you, Blane.

He walked inside, and it looked like something out of the past. It was quiet, and still, Raymond couldn't feel any kind of energy that would tell him that Blane was home.

Walking around, he came upon another door he thought would lead to the bedroom but instead, it was a stairway going down into the dark.

Stepping down into the dark, he started to feel a tingling sensation throughout his body. When he realized it was too late, the door above slammed shut, and he could tell there was a spell on it.

He made his way down the stairs with no choice but to go down. He used his night vision to see; it was not a pleasant stairway. It was dingy and damp, and the steps didn't feel like they were too safe.

Once he reached the bottom, he opened another door, and it led into a vast basement; it wasn't the original one that was with the house. This one was enhanced with magical properties.

The door behind him slammed shut this time. He cursed at himself for being stupid, looking around at what he could only describe as a torture chamber from the Dark Ages.

He started to walk, looking for another exit, when laughter filled the room. It was an unpleasant yet happy sound. It was Blane.

"Well, Well, look who has come to pay me a visit; it was very kind of you to drop by and save me the trouble of finding my next masterpiece."

"Blane! stop playing around and show yourself this instant!!"

Raymond realized that he had acted stupidly. He trusted that Blane would still answer to him, and he was way too arrogant and overlooked the fact that Blane could have lost all his marbles.

"Blane? Who is Blane? Only The Wraith lives here."

Just before Raymond passed out, he could hear Blane's laughter, and what he said not only pissed him off, but he felt terrified.

"Oh, look at you, Mr. Bigtime, we are going to have soo much fun."