Lillian squeezed Caleb’s hand and then withdrew. He wondered why she’d let go. “How are you feeling, tiger?” Lillian asked with a sly smile. Her smile made his heart skip a beat, and stirred something within him. “I’m a bear, not a tiger.” Caleb managed to squeak out with a tiny smile.
Lillian was undeniably beautiful. Suddenly, Caleb remembered that the kiss in the car. For some reason he felt ashamed, and lowered his glance.
A nurse entered the room with a tray of food, and seemed to flirt a bit with Caleb—which angered Lillian in a way she couldn’t quite explain.
“Agent Caleb Winters, you are one lucky man,” the nurse smiled and winked. “Your partner here saved your ass. You’d have gone up in flames if it wasn’t for her,” the nurse continued. Caleb looked at Lillian with a questioning glance. Oddly, Lillian simply shrugged the compliment off and rolled her eyes. The nurse punched a few things into the computer located in the corner of the room, and then withdrew a small syringe and vial from a nearby refrigerator. She pressed the needle into the mouth of the vial and withdrew a small amount of fluid up into the syringe. Then, without speaking the nurse jabbed the needle into Caleb’s muscular arm. Caleb winced for a moment, and then drifted back to sleep.
Lillian looked at the nurse angrily. “Why did you do that?” Lillian demanded.
“Shifters heal a lot faster when they’re unconscious. If we do it this way, he’ll be better in a few days, versus a couple of months.” Lillian grabbed her coat from the back of her chair and angrily strode out of the room, leaving Caleb sleeping peacefully. Something inside her had wanted to tell him what he meant to her, but that certainly wouldn’t be happening now that he was so drugged.
Who the hell was Chachi? This seemed like a ridiculous amount of trouble to go to in order to resolve a demonic possession in a child. Finn didn’t seem like a special child in any way—aside from the fact that he was possessed. He wasn’t from a family of great influence. It just didn’t make much sense. Why would such a powerful demon take an interest in the boy, and why on earth would a mobster’s ghost get involved in the ordeal?
Lillian walked down the hallway, thinking deeply. Perhaps the mobster ghost had something in common with the demon? Why else would the mobster identify with such a vile entity? None of it made any sense. She needed to consult a few experts.
The first person Lillian called was Carrie Needles. Carrie wan an intuitive with a knack for figuring out mysteries involving the occult—but especially demonic possessions. If anyone could make sense out of this ordeal, it would be Carrie.
Lillian slammed the car door and strode up the walkway to Carrie’s small house. The house was covered in shrubs and unkempt plants. A few cats lingered about in the shadows, and Lillian crossed her arms in front of herself after ringing the doorbell. After a while, she could hear some movement within the house, and the distant creak of footsteps as they approached.
“You better not be trying to sell me no more of them Girl Scout cookies!” Carrie chuckled from inside. “Last time I bought four whole boxes from you, little girl and I gained five pounds!”
Suddenly, Carrie opened the door. When she saw Lillian standing in the doorway, her disappointment was almost palpable. “You again,” Carrie said, annoyed. “What do you want this time? Every time you come around, that means there’s trouble.” Lillian cleared her throat and followed Carrie into the kitchen. There were cats jumping about inside the house on virtually every surface. Lillian had never seen so many cats in one place.
“So what kind of trouble have you brought me today?” Carrie asked, sitting down at her kitchen table. She pulled a sugar cube from out of a glass container on the table and began to suck on it. Lillian noticed that one of Carrie’s front teeth was black. Carrie smacked her lips, seeming to enjoy the taste. “You’re in love,” Carrie blurted out while simultaneously looking Lillian up and down. Lillian’s face reddened and she glanced downward at a grey cat sauntering by.
“I’m here about a boy. The boy is possessed by some kind of entity, but there seems to be a ghost protecting the demon. I need some help sorting this out,” Lillian spoke. Carrie’s face softened when she learned that a child was involved. Lillian placed a small photo of Finn onto the table and slid it over to Carrie. For a moment the old psychic paused, and squinted. Then, she removed her glasses and studied the photo from up close.
“This isn’t what you think it is, girlie,” Carrie warned. “This is big..BIG…trouble,” Carrie continued. Lillian’s stomach twisted over and she felt as though she might be sick. “You got anything else that belongs to the boy? Maybe a toy?” Carrie asked. Lillian shook her head no. Carrie then gestured to a phone on the wall. “Call him up and put him on speaker for me. Don’t tell him I’m listening, just ask him how he’s doing.”
Lillian hesitated for a moment, and then walked over to the old phone on the wall. The phone was hanging in a crooked position, but still worked. She dialed Finn’s number and quickly pressed the speakerphone button. Finn’s mother answered on the other end. “Hi Kelly, this is agent Lillian Smithson, I just wanted to see how Finn was doing today.”
Finn’s mother paused—Lillian could tell from the way she paused that things weren’t going well. “We’re not doing so good today,” Kelly spoke quietly.
“Can you put Finn on the phone?” Lillian asked. There was another pause and then a series of clatters, as the telephone was handed to the little boy.
“Hello?” a tiny voice asked on the other end of the line. Then, the voice deepened and Finn began to chant in Aramaic again. “Hello Carrie…maaa…shhhhaaa…leeeenn” the boy’s voice was terrifying as he spoke to Carrie.
“Hang it up!” Carrie yelled from across the room, and Lillian slammed down the receiver.
Carrie immediately began rushing around the kitchen. She grabbed a small bundle of sage and lit it on fire. A thick coil of smoke billowed up from the bowl of burning sage, and Carrie made sure to cover both herself and Lillian in the smoke. Lillian looked a bit perplexed.
“He was calling out to other forces to come and attack us,” Carrie explained. “Have either of the parents ever dabbled in the occult? It’s unusual to see something so severe in such a young kid. This is not a random occurrence. This boy was targeted.” Carrie spoke firmly.
“I’ve investigated the family and they don’t seem to have any involvement with anything that would bring this on.” Lillian answered. “What about the grandparents, neighbors, cousins…” Carrie continued her line of questioning.
“The boy became friends with an elderly man in a nursing home who died—his name was Tom. After Tom died, Finn started seeing Tom’s ghost walking around the house at night…that’s how all of this started.” Lillian explained.
Carrie shook her head, “It wasn’t Tom’s ghost. I can tell you that from just listening to that voice. Come with me.”
Carrie stood up and quickly led Lillian into another small room of the house. In this room, symbols were written all over the walls, ceiling, and floor. She immediately lit another large bowl of sage. “I know for a fact that it’s one of the original fallen angels. When the boy was talking I could see the false light signature coming from his soul-energy. It’s also odd that he directed his curse at me and ignored you entirely.”
Carrie bustled around the room some more, and shut the door. There were words and symbols also scribbled all over the back of door. “This place is a fortress. We can speak safely in here,” Carrie added. A shiver went up Lillian’s spine. For some reason, she wished that Caleb was there with her. She thought of him laying asleep in the hospital bed, and then pushed the image from her mind. Caleb would know what to do, or at the very least he wouldn’t be shaking with fear like she was.
Carrie rushed over and pulled a large book off of one of the shelves in the room. “I don’t think you’re dealing with just two entities. When I listened to the boy’s voice—I sensed three dark forces. One is probably your dead mobster, and the other two
are demons. One is a powerful demon, and the other is a lesser demon. You need to come up with a plan of attack girlie,” Carrie shook her head, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation to Lillian.
“When I went to the occult library I was told that I’m a descendant of a man called Aengus Smithson. The librarian said that he tricked the devil and so now all of his descendants are off-limits for the demonic. She said that if we could trick the demon into talking to me, it would automatically be sent to a lake of fire.” Lillian offered.
Carrie smirked. “Those new age librarians don’t know a damned thing compared to the occult experts from my generation. I don’t even know why Department 99 sends you guys over there. I know the legend of Aengus Smithson by heart, and she left out a few key parts. For one, the female descendants of Aengus don’t have the same protection that the male descendants do. If you’ve tried to call out to a demon—they are allowed to attack you, they just can’t possess you.” Carrie reached up to scratch at a spot on the center of her head. “So, as much as I hate to be the bearer of bad news, I’ve got to tell you that they can speak with you or attack you without any threat of harm to themselves.”
Lillian frowned, “Well, why won’t Finn’s demons talk to me? I’ve asked direct questions and every time, the entities seem to ignore me and speak to other people in the room.”
Carrie considered her question for a while. “That is the question, isn’t it?” Carrie answered. “I saw something somewhat similar to this in the 1970’s and it wasn’t good. By the way, be sure to guard your mind. The pact isn’t as ironclad as a novice might think. They might not be able to possess you, but they can still drive you to insanity or drive you to commit suicide. They’re very dangerous.”
Carrie got up and walked over to one of her cabinets. She reached inside and grabbed a few bundles of sage, which she handed to Lillian. “Native Americans figured out a long time ago, that sage contains some powerful properties which dispel dark energies. You’ll need something much stronger, but for now this can at least offer you some protection.” Lillian took the sage and clutched it to her chest.
Lillian quickly looked around at all of the writings on the walls, floor, and ceiling. “What if I tried to call out to Chachi from here? Would he be able to answer me?” Carrie nodded silently. She walked over to a table and picked up a small eraser. She then erased one line of the chalk writing nearest Lillian.
“That should break the stronghold enough for the mob ghost to slip through, but should still offer us protection from the demons. I’ve created a teeny tiny little crack in our fortress girlie, so if you’re going to call out—do it quickly.”
Lillian closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could hear her heart thudding away within her chest, and she tried consciously to slow her breathing and to silence her mind a bit. Then she recalled what Chachi’s voice had sounded like. Before her lips uttered even a single word, she called out to him with her mind. Then, she asked him, “Chachi, why do you want to hurt Finn?”
For a long while, no one responded. The candles in the room flickered and Lillian could hear Carrie’s breathing across from her. Then, the mobster’s voice came through. Instead of answering her question he seemed to be cussing her out. After he was finished unleashing a stream of cuss words he called her an idiot. Lillian pressed on. “Why are you helping the demons to destroy a little boy, Chachi?”
This time a hoarse nasty-sounding voice responded, “Why don’t you stay out of my business and shut the hell up…” She was getting nowhere. Suddenly, a terrible pain slammed itself into the side of her head. Lillian felt as if something were trying to invade her skull. “No!” Lillian shrieked. Carrie jumped up, with her piece of chalk in hand and replaced the missing line of the protection spell on the wall. Chachi was gone.
Lillian sat doubled over, holding her head in her hands. Her forehead pulsed and throbbed. Carrie quickly went over to the corner and pulled a leaf off of a nearby plant. “Chew this,” Carrie said as she handed it over to Lillian. The moment Lillian put it in her mouth, she felt instant relief.
About a half an hour later, Lillian found herself back in Caleb’s hospital room. He was still sleeping quietly, and Lillian couldn’t help but admire the perfection of his brow, his chiseled features, and the way his hair fell. He was so handsome. Again, she reached down and took his hand into her own. Lillian squeezed his palm, this time, hoping that Caleb might squeeze back.
Slowly the hospital door creaked open. A serious looking woman stepped inside with a tray, which held a few syringes. Lillian knew this woman by sight. She was a Department 99 legend. Her name was Karyn Rourke and she had saved the world, more or less. While she still worked in the field, Karyn had finished medical school with the help of Department 99, and now often worked the hospital units.
Karyn walked over to Caleb and smiled slightly. She noticed Lillian clutching his hand tightly. She seemed to comprehend the bond between Lillian and Calen that Lillian herself didn’t quite understand.
“The first time I met your friend, he threatened me,” Karyn smiled to Lillian. Karyn lifted Caleb’s eyelids and glanced at the white of his eyeballs. She then listened to his heartbeat. Without saying a word, Karyn gave Caleb two new injections—one into his leg wound, and another into his bicep. “You can take him home after he wakes up, but bring him back if he has any further complications.” Caleb woke up just as Karyn was exiting the room.
Caleb’s eyes slowly blinked open. “Hey you,” Lillian said to him softly. “Hi,” Caleb grumbled. Caleb’s eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light. The first thing he noticed was a head of bright red hair beside him, then he felt Lillian’s hand in his own. After that, he felt his strength rapidly returning. He felt almost like a shadow of a person returning to a whole form. Lillian’s blue eyes gleamed in the dark room. He noticed that as she leaned in to hold his hand a certain amount of her cleavage was exposed. He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to touch her, to finally tell her the depth of feelings he harbored for her.
After a few moments in silence, Caleb sat up on the edge of the bed. Lillian couldn’t help but notice his beautiful calf muscles as they dangled over the edge of the gurney. She reached over and handed him a T-shirt and a pair of pants that Department 99 had provided. First, Caleb pulled the T-shirt over his head, and then he turned his back to her and pulled the pants up over his bare butt. Lillian smiled. It was the second time she had seen his exposed rear-end and she couldn’t help but admire how shapely and muscular he was. When Caleb was dressed they silently walked out of the hospital unit and into the car.
Lillian had decided to drive Caleb to her house. She could put him up in the guest room and fill him in on the details of what had occurred with Chachi’s ghost. As they drove in silence, Caleb tired eyes kept travelling to Lillian’s shapely legs. He watched as each time she pressed down on the accelerator, her calf muscle flexed. The window was cracked slightly and warm air tousled her hair bathing him in her aroma. She was so beautiful. His eyes scanned the length of her body and then back to her face. He stared at her full lips, and remembered the kiss they’d shared. He wasn’t sure how he should handle the situation. He was clearly having trouble keeping his feelings for his co-agent professional. Proper protocol dictated that he ask that one of them be reassigned, yet he was too selfish to follow protocol in this situation. Besides, at this point he was certain that regardless of whether they were in the same room together or not, she would still occupy his thoughts every second of every day.
A short while later Caleb and Lillian were sitting in her living room, discussing the case. Lillian had placed a cup of hot cocoa in front of Caleb and he was sipping at it tentatively. Her eyes glistened in the darkness, and Caleb could no longer concentrate on what she was trying to say. He reached over and pulled her closer by the waist. His lips descended over her mouth and he kissed her deeply. He ran his tongue along the seam and she instinctually parted her lips for him to slip his tongue into her mouth. Lillia
n moaned softly and Caleb responded by pulling her into his lap and holding her tighter. She could feel the hard bulge in Caleb’s pants as he held her in his arms. His kiss softened and he nibbled lightly on her bottom lip. He leaned back on the sofa pulling her with him, enjoying the moment. For Caleb, feeling Lillian’s body pressed up against his was a dream come true. Literally. How many times had he daydreamed about holding her in his arms just this way, and tasting her lips? Though fully clothed, her body was positioned over his so his erection pressed firmly between her legs. He could feel the soft rise of her breath, and the pressure of her breasts against his chest. Caleb slipped his hand beneath her shirt. He slid his hand up to her breasts and began to slowly caress them. Caleb really wanted to rip her clothes off and ravish her right there, but he knew to take things slowly. As he touched her breasts, Lillian continue to moan softly. He trailed kisses along Lillian’s neck by her ear and slowly worked his way down to her cleavage. Her skin was unbelievably soft to the touch.
Lillian was in heaven. She couldn’t believe that Caleb was actually touching her in the ways she had only fantasized about. She reveled in the feeling of his wandering hands, and the low groans he made as he rubbed himself against her. She reached up and grasped his biceps. His arms were impossibly hard and chiseled. Her strongest desire was to tear her clothes off and drag him upstairs to her bedroom, but something prevented her from doing this.
Caleb started to slowly unbutton the front of Lillian’s shirt. As the cloth fell away, he noted that she was wearing that beautiful red lacy bra again. He leaned down and kissed the top of her breasts. Then, he popped her breasts up and out of the bra.
Lillian felt exposed and a bit vulnerable. The air felt cool against her nipples. Slowly, Caleb lowered his mouth over her left nipple and began to suck. She couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Lillian exhaled, and the stress of watching and worrying as he laid in the hospital recovery ward, melted out of her body with every stroke of his tongue. His strong hands wandered her body, feeling and caressing. Again he kissed her mouth. This time she returned the kiss passionately, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling his face to hers. A deep rumbling sound emanated from Caleb’s chest as she did this, and he dug his fingers into her hips pressed himself against her. Lillian shuddered. He was kissing her neck feverishly now and she heard soft moaning sounds escaping her lips. She reached up and pulled Caleb’s shirt over his head. His shirt came off easily and she tossed it into the corner of the room. Caleb’s muscles rippled, and Lillian admired the chiseled beautiful look of his body. He was covered in a slight sheen of sweat and his body glistened as he slid her onto the couch and moved on top of her. Lillian reached down and fingered the clasp on Caleb’s pants. Another growling sound came from deep within him and he gently bit her neck. Suddenly, his bear started to take over his thoughts. His bear screamed at him demanding he bite down on her- mark her and claim her as his mate. Caleb had never experienced such a felling before. Never with all the women Caleb had been with, and there had been a good deal, had his bear made any such demands. A mate? Someone like Caleb was not suited for a mate. Quickly, he pulled away.
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