When Sierra hung up the phone she was seething. Xavier could feel how mad she was, long before she entered the living room. Dwight actually looked shocked to see her so angry, when she came storming in. "What's wrong?" Xavier needed to find out why she was SO angry!
Sierra was balling her fists to help control her anger. "That BASTARD has Madison and he wants to trade her for me! We need to stop him...NOW!" Sierra looked pointedly at Xavier. "You told me that once a connection is established that it could be used like a tracking device, right?"
"Yeah, but there are only a couple of ways to establish that connection between a hybrid and a human. One way is through the mating process (intimacy) and the other way is through being bitten. I don't think that there is any way to track Brent if that is what you are getting at." Xavier replied as he looked at her trying to see where thi
Cheryl and Mack were waiting on pins and needles for eight o'clock to roll around. By the time the phone rang it was eight fifteen. Before he could answer the phone the officer in charge had to set up a trace. Once the trace was in place he quickly answered. "Hello?""I presume that you've received the photographs that I sent you." His voice was calm and calculating."Yes, we have received the photos. What do you want from us?" Mack's voice trembled with anger every time he spoke."It's very simple, I want your partner for your daughter's life." He sounded very smug."I thought that you already had Sierra. We received a text message from Sierra's phone saying that we had a limited amount of time to find her." Mack had a bad feeling that continued to grow in the pit of his stomach."Well it was meant to serve a purpose and it worked quite well if I do say so myself. I needed time to c
"Johnny, where are you? I'm getting really bored." Isabella's sweet voice called from the living room."I just had to call my boss to check with him. I'll be there shortly." Brent needed to get rid of her and quick! She was proving to be more of a handful than he anticipated. When he got back to the living room Isabella was wondering around looking at everything. She was being really nosy. If he didn't take care of her she would definitely find where he's hiding Madison."You have really neat stuff here, a lot of this stuff looks like it would be worth a fortune. How old is this house?" She kept touching everything, looking for her chance to steal whatever she could carry.Brent took three long strides and caught Isabella by surprise. He didn't need a sedative to know her out. He wrapped his hands around her throat squeezed until she was unconscious. Her neck was so tiny, that it remin
"Xavier, before we start I need to call Mack again." She was reaching for the phone when he grabbed her hand."No. You need to focus, we have to track him together because you are not strong enough to try this by yourself." He held her gaze and hoped that she would understand that he was serious."How can you help me track him? You don't have a connection with him." She didn't understand."Actually I have a connection with you and you have a connection with him. Our connection has been established ever since you were born." He went into the back room and grabbed his jacket while she grabbed hers off the back of the couch. "In order for us to get all the details on tracking him we need to speak with the Tribe."They entered the basement and walked over to a wall with symbols written in chalk. The symbols looked almost like hyroglifics. She stared in amazement. "Wow that is very cool."
The only way for Cheryl to rest was to be sedated. Mack tried to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes he saw those photos of Madison. He was pacing around the house when his cell rang, he raced over and grabbed it. "Hello?""Detective Stone, this is Inspector Eddie McIntyre. I am in charge of you partner's disappearance. We have, just recently, dusted her phone and we were able to lift a couple of finger prints. One print belongs to Sierra and the other came back unknown. We ran it against Brent Cummings adn it's not a match. We havent' been able to match it to any other prints in our database. Do you have any idea who the unknown print might belong to? Do you know if there has been anyone else that has been bothering her?"Mack couldn't understand why he was asking him. "You do realize that I have been removed from the case. I have absolutely no idea who the print could belon
When Brent finally checked on Madison, he found that she was curled up in a ball apparently asleep. He went back upstairs and grabbed her something to eat and a glass of water, then he headed back downstairs. He placed the food and water near where she slept. He sat down and waited for her to wake up. After a few minutes she stirred and sat up, looking at the food, suspiciously.He chuckled. "I haven't poisoned it so you can eat it." He was just sitting and watching her."How do I know that you haven't poisoned it? Why are you covered in blood?! Have you called my parents? Are you going to torture me?" Madison had to keep herself talking so she didn't freak out. She had to stay level headed, which is what her daddy taught her to do. She missed him so much!"I don't want you dead so I haven't poisoned it but if you aren't hungry I can just take it back. I have a little project to work o
"DAMN IT! Where the hell is it?! What the...it's got to be around here somewhere!" Cupboards and drawers were being slammed shut and random swear words were being shouted. Dwight was frantically searching for a piece of jewelry, for a couple of hours now. He was scurrying back and forth from the kitchen to the living room and back again.He was sure that Sierra nor Xavier knew about it because he stole it from Sierra's dad the day he died. He needed to find it and fast, it wasn't the only insurance that he had to get out of the country. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Xavier and Sierra found out the parts he played in Madison's kidnapping and the death of her father and when they did, all hell will break loose! He stopped searching long enough to take a breather, he had to calm down enough to think.Dwight was in the middle of rifling through a drawer for the hundredth time when he was startled by the pho
When Xavier hung up the phone, he had a really bad feeling about Dwight. He was acting a little too wierd as of late. Xavier had to get back to Sierra and try to find Brent, he would deal with Dwight in time. As he entered the living room he found Sierra resting on the couch. She looked so peaceful, he just sat there, mesmerized by her. He watched her chest rise and fall with the rhythm of her breathing. He allowed his gaze to do things to her body that he has denied his touch to do. In that moment her realized that he was hopelessly in love with her! He shook his head free from that realization, he needed to focus on her safety first.He touched he shoulder to gently wake her up, but was surprised to find that he had somehow glanced inside her dreams. He froze as he shared her dream with her. She was dreaming about the past and when he saw shocked him to his very core! "Sierra, you need to wake up now
Mack hated feeling so helpless, he had only three hours left to get his daughter back and make sure that Sierra got to safety! Mack was close to storming into the club by the time S.W.A.T was posted on every exit of the club. There were also a couple of undercover police officers posted in various areas inside the club. He wasn't sure how the night wouls turn out, but one way or another Brent's reign of terror will end tonight! He oped that Sierra woudl just stay out of harms way, but he soon realized that he would have better luck trying to make the ocean part, like Moses did! This whole plan wasn't thought through entirely, but it was out of his hands. The more he thought about this whole situation the more angry he grew at the one person, who didn't give him much of a choice...Brent!He was caught up reliving the past week when he realized that the only thing he didn't have an answer to was who was working with Brent! Despite the p
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