“Okay, guess that’s not so bad after all. On the contrary, I just had a few not so welcome guests from some detectives. They seem to be insinuating I had something to do with the disappearance, and they may be sending someone from social services here because I am not Chrissie’s legal guardian.”
“Wow. Now my day is beginning to sound not so bad after all. What are we going to do?” she asked.
“I called Walter. He told me he will take care of it, but you know I don’t do so well in that department when it comes to not worrying. It is my secret and there is not a human judge who will listen to the real story. I might be sent to an asylum for the psychologically impaired.” He wiped his face with his hands and sat down on the sofa, arching so that his face was close to his knees and his hands clasped between them.
Lucy sat down next to him and began rubbing his shoulders, sort of like giving him a mini massage. “Try not to worry too much. I am sure they were just trying to scare you, and had I been here, you would not have said anything to them. I hope you didn’t tell them anything. What did you say?”
“They asked how I came to know Chrissie and I told them I didn’t. She is a friend of my brother’s and she showed up here after the apparent disappearance and we decided to let her stay here until a more permanent solution could be found. But they asked me about my whereabouts on the night of the vandalism, as if to suggest I was there. Those snakes from what’s-their-face Investment ratted us out after they left. I think the fact that Chrissie seemed so unconcerned didn’t go over too well with them.”
“They have nothing on you. It is a pity you answered them at all. If they aren’t arresting you, then you don’t need to answer, and even if they did arrest you, then you would definitely need a lawyer.”
Wes was not relaxing his tension no matter what Lucy said. “I think I am going to take a shower,” he said and stood up.
He went into the room and she could see him strip and walk into the shower, looking very hot. She felt a sudden compulsion to satisfy him tonight. She followed suit, and by the time she made it to the shower, the water was already running. She walked in and slid the translucent doors apart and stepped in. His hair was wet and had fallen backwards on his head, giving him a sort of Italian look. The water from the shower cascaded down his chest, twisting and curving over his taut muscles that now seemed to jump at the sight of her. She followed the trail of the water with her eyes, and just as it was about to fall off his extended mid section she bent over and caught it in her mouth. She covered the peak, and her warm mouth gave him the shivers. She continued to drink from him and the feel of the chilly water plus her warm tongue did strange things to him. She dipped underneath and took twin balls inter her mouth and played with them until he held her head in place, forcing her to continue. She rose and as the water fell between them, their lips met in a passionate encounter, and he drank her in with a thirst that one would feel after battling the desert heat.
After the day he has had, he needed this. He squeezed her into him, allowing her breasts to be flattened against his chest, so close he could feel her heart beating against it. She held him around his neck and shoved him against the tiled walls. He lifted her by the legs and hoisted her in the air, allowing her sweet haven to be in the path of his destructive tongue. She gripped his head for support as her eyes rolled back and his tongue explored her juicy goodness, and as the water beat against her back, he lapped the remainder that trickled onto her and combined with her juices. He lowered her now and when she was securely planted onto the ground of the tub, he raised one of her legs and gently inserted his member into her passage way, and she held his waist, urging him further. He used her rhythm to drive her onto him repeatedly, and with each plunge they moaned louder, not wanting to climax and end the moment. After a few minutes, he lifted her off of him and turned her around so that her back now arched. The water was now falling dead center between them and as she pressed now crème palms onto the tiles, he drove into her, devouring her, and she gripped him like gum. He beat against her, and she trembled to match his vibrations and when they could take no more, they exploded simultaneously. He held her there for a few seconds as he let all his juices invade her space. Then he turned her around and helped her up. He held her to him, and as he trembled from left over ecstasy, she whispered tender words in his ear that erased all the doubt he had been feeling. He would feel it tomorrow no doubt, but tonight, he would welcome the warm embrace of love and passion that is Lucy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Walter sat there in his chair, swiveling from side to side like a child. He was chewing on one of the pencils when Anthony walked in.
“What has got you in such a tizzy?” he asked.
“Unexpected news. It seems as much as we tried to mop up the scene, there are some loose ends. Some of Derek’s partners found out the girl is staying with Wes and Lucy, and they think there may be something we aren’t saying. They are thinking to send in social services so she may be taken away. We can get temporary guardianship for her with him if we can’t find any relatives for her. I have asked some of the guys to track any relatives they may know about that he may have, both in and out of state.”
“It seems that you have that angle covered. So what is really bothering you.”
“Remember why we started doing this in the first place? I was close to partnering here, had years under my belt and I was working so hard for that very moment. One day I was heading home; I used to walk a lot then, because it was an easy way to clear the mind. It was especially lonely that night so I could easily detect the low moaning of some sort of animal in the bushes nearby. I stood there for a few seconds, thinking it would stop, but when it didn’t, I thought I would investigate. I figured it might have been a dog or something that had suffered from a hit and run. I crept into the bushes, but what I saw was no dog. I fell back against the dirt when I saw the huge beast lying there, moaning. I started racing back to the road, but when I got there, I felt a compulsion to return. I didn’t know of any bears in that neighborhood, so it was by itself alarming. I went back to the spot where I had seen the beast, but when I got there, it was no longer a beast, but a man.
My young mind could not comprehend what I was seeing. He was lying there naked, with jagged marks across its stomach area, and he was bleeding profusely. I quickly pulled my jacket off and attempted to apply pressure to the wound. He tried to brush me aside and I could barely make out what he was trying to tell me. I pushed down on that wound, and just when I was beginning to panic, he removed my hand from the wound. I had noticed that he was not breathing as hard as before, and when I looked, the wound had closed completely. He was still a bloody mess, but there was no evidence of a mauling.
I looked up at him, now with double shock. ‘What are you?’ I had asked him then. I had seen this stuff in the movies, but never did I believe it existed. He sat there in his nakedness and talked to me about what he was. He seemed comfortable in trusting me and I was not in the least bit afraid of what he was. He told me then that he had been attacked, and his kind had always been attacked by this Derek, but he had no protection for no one would side with them. I decided then and there that I would use what power I had to protect them as much as I could from the likes of Derek. He stayed where he was until I went home and got him some clothes-his was ripped when he transformed. He waited until I got back, and he did find me the next day and thank me. That man was Wes,” concluded Walter.
“I never did hear how all this started,” mentioned Anthony.
“When I partnered I had all the power I needed to protect them and him and we have enjoyed a healthy relationship since. When I met you two, I tested you and found you were more liberal than other humans would be and so I brought you on board. Something in me feels that I was destined for this, that me meeting him that night was no coincidence. I will do what I can to protect them at all costs.”
“So, where do we go from here?”
“I am going to contact social servic
es first and get someone to work on temporary guardianship. As for the police, I believe they are harmless so I wouldn’t worry about them much if at all. They can only implicate him, but unless they find something at the scene and I am sure they won’t, then there is nothing that they can do.”
“We left nothing at the scene besides the broken vases and a few missing pieces that we discarded afterwards. There really is nothing to pin on him, but it can’t hurt to keep our ears on the ground just in case they do come forward with something. As far as I can see, they only have the fact that he is a non-family member now with custody of Derek’s daughter. That was bound to raise suspicion naturally and that is why I was opposed to it, but what was he to do? Leave her on the street?”
“I wouldn’t worry, really. Right now we do not have the threat of Derek lingering over him anymore and that was more of a threat to his existence. Even if he were accused, he could disappear easily, but we aim to avoid that. He wants to live a normal life, and that is what we will facilitate.”
Walter took up the phone and dialed the number for the local PD. He asked for Detective Steele and when the experienced man answered, he told him, in no uncertain terms, that Wes Chamberlain is a client of his, and that any information he may need or questions that he had to ask, he would have to go through him.”
This condescending attitude was not taken favorably by Steele, but he had advised Wes to retain a lawyer. “There is something that bothers me though.”
“What is that?” asked Anthony.
“Derek. We never did find a body, and that cannot be a good thing. We need to search harder because we don’t want him resurfacing with any more shenanigans.”
Anthony mulled over that for a few moments. “That is an odd occurrence, him not being found. We need to get back to the property somewhat and search for hidden exits. I think he may have either used one or was helped along one.”
“We need to do it soon, or all hell will break loose.”
CHAPTER SIX
He had found him underneath the rubble, bent up and in bad shape. He had surveyed the surroundings and realized that the wolves had all but gone. He gently lifted him and headed for the same bunker he had hid in earlier during the attack. He rested him at the entrance and jumped down into the dark space. He eased his body through the same opening and held him in his arms, his head still hanging loosely from his neck. He hurried down the dark passage way until he came upon a small door. He used his foot to pry it open and slid through before the door could swing back and hit him.
He emerged into a wide open space that was better lit. There was light coming through a small opening and he headed there and walked into what seemed like a meadow but was rather the western section of the property. There was an outhouse not too far from here, but he figured it would be better to take him away from the property. He had many secret places and he now headed to the one where he was told that he should go to in case of an emergency. It was a long walk that appeared even longer because he had extra weight. He walked for hours with him, afraid to hire transport just in case they would be detected. By the time he got there his legs were limp and his arms had fallen asleep. This was not a lightweight that he had to lift for miles, and his strength now sagged. He laid him on the bed that was there and checked the supplies closet for anything he could possibly eat. He was in luck; there were canned food by the boxes and some parcels of bread and crackers. They seemed fresh too as if the inventory was regularly checked. He found a can opener and opened a can of sardines and took a few crackers and ate that. When he was done, he could feel some strength coming back.
He took up the phone and surprisingly the signal was strong here. He called his private doctor and explained the situation. He was aware of the wolves’ existence and was there in a heartbeat. He checked his vitals and realized that his heart beat was weak, but he was still breathing. He placed a cast around his neck for support and set up intravenous equipment. He stuck him on the back of his hand and allowed the fluid to saturate his system. After a few days he had begun to breathe normally, but he was still passed out. It seems the fall he had taken had landed him in a coma.
Everyday Samson would return and check on him, never leaving him for more than a few hours. He hadn’t known what had happened to Chrissie since the attack, but he had spotted her on her way home from school one day. He followed her and discovered that she was headed for the penthouse where the wolf lived. He was stunned at it, but then he remembered that she had called the brother her boyfriend, and that was probably why they had taken her in. Derek would be rather upset at this to know that his daughter was living under the roof of his enemies. But at least he knew where to find her.
He went back to the shack and checked his vitals again. Maybe if he started talking to him, it would trigger some kind of response. He had only just mentioned the fact that his daughter was being taken care of by the wolves when he saw his fingers move. He wasn’t sure he had seen right so he kept talking, but then it happened again. He called the doctor and he came over right away. He checked his eyes and his pulse and reported that they did show signs of active life. He asked Samson what it was that he was talking about, and asked him to do it again. When Samson did, he experienced the same reaction. The doctor now held onto Derek’s hands and asked him a few questions, asking him to squeeze his hands if he heard and understood him. When he did ask Derek was able to squeeze every time. He indicated that was a good sign and that he would be awake soon.
Two days later when Samson returned to check on Derek, he found the man lying there, eyes wide open. He was blinking rapidly and Samson rushed over to him, helping him to sit upright. He was weak so Samson fed him some canned fruits he found in the supply closet. He seemed to be in a daze, looking all around him to determine his whereabouts. He then tried to stand, but his feet seemed to be taking a bit longer to awaken; he almost fell, but Samson caught him before he was able to.
“Easy there,” he said. “You aren’t quite ready as yet.”
Derek allowed him to prop him up against the bed. He tried to talk, but his words came out garbled. He was beginning to feel frustrated. He could vaguely remember Samson telling him Chrissie was staying with the dogs. He needed to make sure he had heard right, but his speech was equivalent to that of a toddler. He touched his wrist where his watch would normally be, asking Samson how long it has been since he was out.
Samson looked at his watch. “It is just past noon,” he said.
Derek shook his head. He used his hand to spread around the room and then touched his wrist again.
“Oh, you want to know how long it has been since you have been here. It has been a little over two weeks. I have to admit boss, I wasn’t so sure you would wake up. You were in pretty bad shape.”
Derek breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad he wasn’t told a year or something more ridiculous. He reached out and touched the cast still around his neck. He could feel a tingling sensation still, but he was still unable to move it.
Samson called over the doctor so that he would know that Derek was awake. When he got there he checked his cast and his vitals again. He then applied pressure to his limbs to see if they were all fully functional, or if he has lost feeling in any. He checked his eyes for any impairment and told him that he should come and see him in a week, but for all intents and purposes he was still fully functional.
Derek could remember bits and pieces of the last time he was at home; the attack that he had triggered, the fact that his own daughter had betrayed him to be with a dog. He gritted his teeth now and clenched his fist. Samson could tell that he was thinking about his daughter, but he would have to heal first.
For the next week Samson was there with him, helping him to stand, eat, walk and talk. By the time the week was over, he was his old self again. “Samson, I need to see my daughter. Take me to her.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Samson asked. “She may want nothing to do with you.”
“Was it that
bad Samson?” he asked sadly. He walked over to the entrance of the shack and raised his hands so that they clung to the overhead. “Was I that bad of a father that she would rather be with them than me?”
“I think you did the best you could, after Anne’s death. You may not have always been there and I guess she took that hard,” he said, trying to place the situation mildly.
Derek walked back to the bed and sat down. “I am going home,” he said and raised himself up again, taking up what things he intended to take with him, which didn’t amount to much.
“I have to warn you though, they have the place all cordoned because you had gone missing. Apparently some story surfaced that you were attacked there and the place had been vandalized You might have to check in with the Police Department first.”
“To get into my own home?”
“Well they are treating it like a crime was committed, so you need to come up with a good story for where you have been. How will you explain your neck?”
“That’s not so hard to do. I was in an accident.”
“Well, let me take you to see them. I believe the detective in this case is Steele. I have tried to keep abreast of everything that has been happening just in case you woke up, and aren’t I happy you did.”
“That makes two of us old friend,” said Derek, slapping Samson’s shoulder in gratitude.
The ride into town was a most uncomfortable one, but not quite as uncomfortable as walking into the Police Station when you were already presumed dead. Steele flew from his seat when he saw Derek walking towards him, neck in a cast and limping. He motioned to his guest chair for him to have a seat.
“How do I get back into my home? I passed by there and saw a bunch of yellow tape,” Derek said bluntly.
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