Everything was falling apart! Sierra needed to get control of herself and soon. This latest incident could have cost her her job, her friendship with Mack, and above all else it could have cost her Xavier! Her boss took pity on her and just sent her on a three week paid vacation, so things could blow over or in the least cood down. Another thing that she was curious about was that since she drank from Brent, she hasn't suffered from the fever, it was very odd.
She didn't object, she knew it would be of no use to argue. She knew that she needed the vacation anyway. She called Mack to let him know that she was going to leave town for about a week, of course he started to argue but he quickly gave in. "Don't worry Mack, I will be fine. I will call you when I arrive." She had bit waited for his reply before she hung up the phone.
She looked at her watch, she had just enough time to take a shower, pack a bag or two
It has been about three months since she had killed Brent Cummings and she still couldn't get rid of him. She stopped reading newspapers because that's all every one talked about. She would have quit her job if she could, but Mack and Xavier helped her listen to reason. "Sierra, honey, you need to forget about what happened in th past and focus on the present." Cheryl's voice brought her back to reality. "I know, I know I'm trying, by the way you look beautiful." She slapped on the best smile that she could. "Well thank you and you look absolutely radiant yourself." Cheryl stood behind her and touched up her make-up. "We have only a few minutes until the music plays. Now as you maid-of-honor, I am ordering you to help me with your veil." Sierra was chuckling at Cheryl as she held the head piece in place while Cheryl pinned it to her head. "Are you going to tell your husband-to-be?" Sierra was tak
I can't believe that this day has finally arrived! My life has not been easy by any means but today if feels like all the rough patches are worth going through. I stare at myself in the mirror as Cheryl, my maid of honor, helps me attached my veil. There is an uneasiness that I have not been able to shake this whole day. I know that it is the cop in me that won't shut down but I have never been led astray by my instincts. I don't have to worry about Brent Cummings aka The God of Torture anymore, he is dead thanks to my inner demon. However Garrison O'Grady is still at large and we just found out recently that he is also the biological brother of Brent Cummings! Just my luck I now have yet another pshycopathic serial killer on my hands! "Earth to Sierra!" Cheryl comments, breaking my thoughts. I smile at her blushing, having been caught zoning out...again. "Sorry, I have a lot on my mind and I'm really nervou
My name is Sierra Ryans and in all my years as a cop I have never found myself in a position quite like the one that I find myself in now! Normally I am great with details and remembering faces but this time the only thing I noticed that the stranger was tall, slender, frightening and that there was a familiarity about him that I could not understand. It was like there was an itch in the back of my mind that I could not quite reach. I didn’t know if it was his scent, which was actually quite wonderful to smell and it called to a place deep in my soul, or if it was the way that he moved. He moved with a gracefulness, almost like a panther stalking his prey but not in a menacing way. Whatever it was she knew one thing was for sure…they HAVE met before! The more I tried to place him the more I got irritated with herself for not knowing where I knew him from. I had no doubt that I would find out soon enough. “You must come with m
My dreams were rudely interrupted by the constant buzz of my alarm, my dreams have been leaving me unrested as of late. I was just about to hit the snooze button and try to get a little more sleep when my phone rang. The caller ID said that it was my partner, Mack. I inwardly groaned, what could possibly be so important this early in the morning?! I asked myself as I reached for the phone. Only Mack would call me this early but only if it was something important.“Rise and shine! We have another one, so hurry up and get dressed and head down to the docks at Rice Marina.” He commanded.“Ugh…you bringing coffee?” I knew that this was going to be a very long day, and everybody knows that I am not a morning person, well almost everyone. Leave it to a serial killer to start the day off with a fourth victim! “Mack, you know that I hate you when you are this cheerful at 5:00 am
Xavier Collans had been looking for Sierra Ryas for years now, one of his contacts finally came through with her location. She lived in Klamath Oregon; he was eagerly on his way there the moment he found out. When he arrived, he felt like a stalker watching her from the shadows of a large Elm tree. She was headed from the deli around the corner to her apartment located in the Emerald Knight Apartment building. His anxiety calmed down a bit knowing that she was alive, but his uneasiness didn’t lessen. He was so lost in his thoughts about the past that he wasn’t aware of another presence in the area until the stranger was almost upon Sierra. She was almost to her door, so he needed to act fast. As he looked around, he was thankful that she lived on a street that was isolated from heavy traffic, it made it easier to transform without being seen. He would have to talk to her sooner or later about her past but for right now there were mor
The minute I entered the station house, Mack greeted me with a large mocha with hazelnut flavoring. “There had better be an extra shot of espresso in here!” I grumbled as I brought the cup up to my lips and inhaling deeply. A slow smile spread on my face as I relished in the scent. It was good to have a friend that knew exactly what I liked, I thought to myself as I took my first sip. “Are you seriously asking me?” Mack demanded, playfully. “I think that I have trained you well.” I grinned from ear to ear as he rolled his eyes at me. I was very thankful and glad that we remained friends for all these years. I was taken back to the day a life changing event left me scarred for the rest of my life. My dad was frantically pacing around the kitchen, when Mack and I arrived at my house so many years ago. The ringing of the phones in the station brought me out of my memories. “Anything you want to get off
The man turned up the volume on the television, the then o’clock news was covering his handiwork. Sheila Andercroft was a fiery tempered woman, and he had a lot of fun breaking her! Every artist has to see what impact his work has on the public! He thought to himself, not really paying attention to the comments from the news crew. He remembered the day he ‘met’ her. He “accidentally” bumped into her at a supermarket about two weeks ago. She was browsing the pasta aisle. She never suspected what he was like when she agreed to have dinner with him three days ago, he was able to overpower her quite easily. When she was unconscious, he took her to his playground, for a little bit of fun, his fun! An image on the television screen brought him out of his thoughts, he was glad to see Detective Sierra Ryans. He was quickly seeing her as a worthy adversary, he didn’t deny that she was very attractive and did thin
Xavier realized that Sierra was hard enough to watch over, even without the added danger of the serial killer’s threat hanging over her head. He definitely had his work cut out for him; especially how independent she is. The only true way of knowing, exactly, what the killer was up to was to get all the information. Once he had a nice chat with Agent Miller, he finally understood just what he was up against. He also knew that to keep Sierra safe he needed to help the FBI apprehend this psycho any way he could. He wasn’t ready to leave Sierra alone but what he was about to do next he didn’t want her to see him…yet. He waited in his hiding spot a little while longer just until he was sure he could leave her. The sudden darkness of her apartment let him know that it was safe to leave. He sat in the shadows of the nearest tree that gave him an unobstructed view of her apartment. Once he was absolutely sure she had retired for the n
I can't believe that this day has finally arrived! My life has not been easy by any means but today if feels like all the rough patches are worth going through. I stare at myself in the mirror as Cheryl, my maid of honor, helps me attached my veil. There is an uneasiness that I have not been able to shake this whole day. I know that it is the cop in me that won't shut down but I have never been led astray by my instincts. I don't have to worry about Brent Cummings aka The God of Torture anymore, he is dead thanks to my inner demon. However Garrison O'Grady is still at large and we just found out recently that he is also the biological brother of Brent Cummings! Just my luck I now have yet another pshycopathic serial killer on my hands! "Earth to Sierra!" Cheryl comments, breaking my thoughts. I smile at her blushing, having been caught zoning out...again. "Sorry, I have a lot on my mind and I'm really nervou
It has been about three months since she had killed Brent Cummings and she still couldn't get rid of him. She stopped reading newspapers because that's all every one talked about. She would have quit her job if she could, but Mack and Xavier helped her listen to reason. "Sierra, honey, you need to forget about what happened in th past and focus on the present." Cheryl's voice brought her back to reality. "I know, I know I'm trying, by the way you look beautiful." She slapped on the best smile that she could. "Well thank you and you look absolutely radiant yourself." Cheryl stood behind her and touched up her make-up. "We have only a few minutes until the music plays. Now as you maid-of-honor, I am ordering you to help me with your veil." Sierra was chuckling at Cheryl as she held the head piece in place while Cheryl pinned it to her head. "Are you going to tell your husband-to-be?" Sierra was tak
Everything was falling apart! Sierra needed to get control of herself and soon. This latest incident could have cost her her job, her friendship with Mack, and above all else it could have cost her Xavier! Her boss took pity on her and just sent her on a three week paid vacation, so things could blow over or in the least cood down. Another thing that she was curious about was that since she drank from Brent, she hasn't suffered from the fever, it was very odd.She didn't object, she knew it would be of no use to argue. She knew that she needed the vacation anyway. She called Mack to let him know that she was going to leave town for about a week, of course he started to argue but he quickly gave in. "Don't worry Mack, I will be fine. I will call you when I arrive." She had bit waited for his reply before she hung up the phone.She looked at her watch, she had just enough time to take a shower, pack a bag or two
Brent coule not believe his luck that Sierra would just be unconscious waiting for him to punish her! He slowly admired her body as he took her cloths off. What delicate skin! Brent smiled to himself. He also took his clothes off and readied himself by hovering over her body. He caressed her legs up her hips over her stomach. He lingered on her perky breasts and tweaked her nipples to harden them to pointy nubs. He could feel that her body was shuddering under his touch. He smirked to himself as he bent down and took her nipple into his mouth and moaned at the taste of her in his mouth.He was so lost in his moment that he was unaware of her soft moans as she slowly roused to consciousness. He popped his mouth off of her breast and made his way up her neck to her mouth. He was about to run his tongue over her lips when he realized that she was fully awake! The intensity of her eyes startled him a bit.&
Garrison was resting in his new hotel, he stopped going to Pauline's for fear that someone would notice. He was flipping through the TV channels to make sure cops hadn't caught onto his scent yet. When he came across the local news he watched in shocked amazement. Apparently Brent Cummings tried to attack Detective Ryans for the second time, when he was somehow killed! He angrily shut off the TV, he started to pace around the room. How could Brent be taken over by his obsession so easily. Looks liek I'm just gonna have to find out what really happened to me brother! As he paced about the room, he was compiling a metal shopping list of items that he would need. He was in such deep thought plotting his revenge that he hadn't noticed that a young woman was standing in the doorway of his room. He stopped pacing and turned toward the door. "Beg your pardon sir, I wasn't aware that this room was occupied. Sorry to h
Mack had been trying to reach Sierra for a couple of hours. Either she was ignoring her calls or she was out of range. He decided to stop by the 2nd precinct on his own, he'll just pass along the information when he saw her next. She was starting to act really weird as of late, he was really starting to worry about her even more. He was brought back to reality as he was met by Detective Dominguez. "Good evening Detective Stone." Detective Dominugez was about 5'9" and locked to be in his early thirties and fit. "Well I brought those photos, that I told you about with me. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind interviewing some of those co-workers of the first victim, with me." "I will go with you, but only on one condition, I drive." Detective Dominguez was already headed to his car. Mack quickly exited hsi car and hopped in the passenger side of Detective Dominguez's car. They rode the whole way to the din
Brent followed both Sierra and her guest, to a cabin that was hidden well out of the city limits. He decided to change the location of his plans, out here nobody would interfere it was perfect! When they entered the cabin Brent started to prepare for the plan. He waited for the man to leave before he put his plan into action. When he knew that the man was a safe distance away, he made his way towards to cabin, cautiously. When he reached the door he paused to make sure that the guy wasn't coming back, the only thing he heard was a light groaning coming from the other side of the door. He slowly and quietly opened the door adn entered the cabin. He shut and barricaded the door and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He found that he was in the kitchen so he searched for a weapon and found a meat cleaver. He walked down the hallway and heard the groans getting louder. He came up to a closed door on the right and
When Mack headed back to his desk he was bombarded with at least 15 messages waiting for him. Three were from his wife, two were from Xavier, and the last ten were from the 2nd precinct. "Hello, this is Detective Mack Stone, I am returning a call to a Detective Gabriel Dominguez. Is he available?" "Hold please." Moments later he was greete4d by a man's voice that had a slight accent to it. "Hello, this is Detective Dominguez, thank you for returning my call. I have a couple of cases that you and your partner might be interested in." "What kind of cases?" Mack asked, intrigued. "The M.O. is familiar to your previous torture cases. The only difference is that the killer leaves a callling card at every scene." Mack didn't recall Brent leaving any calling cards at his crime scenes. "What kind of calling card?" "He leaves a black rose on or near the body of whoever he killed. This guy se
O'Grady could hear music and laughter coming from room 390, so he quietly approached the door, looked around and made sure that no one was watching him. He reached for th edoor knob and turned it until the latch released adn the door fell free from his hand. He wouldn't have much time so the needed to act quickly. He reached inside his bag and pulled out a bowie knife, he watied for rick to come to the door. As the door started to shut, he slid his arm through the crack and slashed at what he believed to be Rick's throat. His assumption was confirmed when he heard a gurgled gasp and Channing's shocked voice. "RICK! What the-" O'Grady stormed intot he room and locked the door behind him. "Well hello Channing." He smiled menacingly at his prey. Channing was sitting at the desk when O'Grady walked into the room. "What do you want? I already apologized for knocking your drink all over you." "Yes, ye di