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Fated Destiny Ch. 02

By: JohnEvans



Despite the heat of the day, it felt cool in the vine-covered arbor on the estate's gardens. Tom sat on a stone bench with his head in his hands. Footsteps sounded on the brick walkway outside the arbor and stropped, but Tom did not look up. Dr. Maleski sighed and sat down next to the young man.

"I am sorry, my boy," apologized Dr. Maleski. "It is a large amount to svallow at one time. I understand your skepticism."

"Skepticism?" laughed Tom with a wild catch in his voice. "My unknownth-great grandfather, who was a Roman soldier, captured a vampire and not just any vampire, but a sex vampire! The vampire also yells out a name that implies that Covington has lived for hundreds of years. You then threw in possessions and a werewolf on top of that! If I hadn't seen what Desiree had done to Mr. Silverman, I would say you all belong in an insane asylum…maybe I belong in one too."

Sergi frowned at Tom's use of Covington's first name and said, "I vish it vere that simple. I vould gladly join you there. Unfortunately, this is all too real."

"So now what?" asked Tom. "Do I magically turn into Buffy and slay the great vampire and her cult?"

"No, Thomas," chuckled Sergi. "Do not let your imagination run vild. Unlike the popular movies, there are no vampire cults. Vampires are minions of hell and as such, they seek to dominate each other. Vampires make other vampires, but can only control one or two others…maybe three if he or she is strong enough. Those being controlled strive against their master all the time."

"So vampires are usually alone," surmised Tom.

"Of their own kind, yes," replied Sergi. "There vill be those of mankind who vill be drawn to the power, immortality, and mystique of the vampire."

"What do we do now?" asked Tom.

Dr. Maleski smiled at Tom's choice of words. It indicated that Tom was beginning to see himself as part of whatever happened.

"You need to rest," said Sergi, placing a hand on Tom's shoulder. "You have had a terrible shock and then learned that reality is not as you thought it vas. Rest and give your mind time to sort out vhat you have learned."

A set of heels clicked on the bricks announcing a new arrival to the arbor. Both Tom and Dr. Maleski looked up as Gretta came into view through the archway.

"Excuse me, Herr Doctor," said Gretta as she stopped in front of them. "There is a telephone call for you."

Sergi excused himself and Tom took his first good look at Gretta. She was about five-foot, eight-inches tall. He remembered her face with the laughing brown eyes, which was framed by her pageboy hairdo. She was dressed in a French maid's outfit, which came off the shoulders and was pushed out in the front by her very large breasts. Her shapely legs were enclosed in black nylon and went all the way up to where her short skirt was puffed out by white taffeta. Tom felt himself blush because he was staring and put his head back down into his hands.

"Is everything good, mein herr?" came a soft voice as a hand touched Tom on the shoulder.

Tom looked up and was greeted by the same sight he had seen earlier in the bedroom. Gretta had bent over to touch Tom on the shoulder. Tom had straight view down the valley between her breasts and would swear that he could see her navel. He jerked his head back in embarrassment as he kicked his legs up and over the stone bench. Tom sprang to his feet, putting the bench between him and Gretta.

Gretta straightened up and placed her hands on her hips. With a sly smile, she easily stepped over the bench and sashayed towards Tom. Tom backpedaled, but stopped when he banged up against a stone column and the latticework which held up the vines. Gretta inhaled deeply and pinned Tom in place by leaning forward to mash her massive hooters against his chest.

"You are not afraid of me, are you?" cooed Gretta softly, moving her torso around in little circles.

"I…er…uh," stammered Tom, looking around for an escape. "I…Woohoo!!!"

Every muscle in Tom's body tightened when Gretta reached up with both hands and grasped his cock through his pants. His prick tightened up the most and started to harden up as Gretta rubbed it with her hands. Tom put his hands on Gretta's shoulders to move her aside, but she tightened her grip on his cock.

"Acht du leiber!" gasped Gretta as her hands stroked his long cock. "I thought it was big when I saw it this morning, but this…!"

"Please stop," hissed Tom through gritted teeth as all the teasing and embarrassment that his cock had caused him in the past came back to haunt him.

"Why?" asked Gretta, suddenly sensing the discomfort that Tom was in.

"Tom? Are you here?" sounded Anya's voice from the garden.

Gretta pushed back off Tom and nimbly stepped back over the bench. With a quick tug at her neckline, she settled her large breasts back into place and smoothed out her skirt. Tom stepped away from the latticework and managed to adjust his cramped cock just before Anya walked in to the arbor.

Anya, dressed in black slack and a white blouse, stopped as soon as she saw who was inside. Gretta gave Anya a quizzical look as red-faced Tom tried to act nonchalant, while trying to hide the front of his pants. Anya sighed and shook her head.

"I thought I would show you around the grounds," said Anya to Tom. "Grandfather is taking a telephone call about a disturbance. We may not be available later."

"I had better go and get changed then," said Gretta. "Excuse me."

Gretta left quickly and without a backward glance. Anya motioned for Tom to follow her and they walked side by side through the garden. Rows o roses, potted plants and carefully pruned shrubs gave the garden a relaxed, peaceful atmosphere. Tom looked over and saw that the house was actually a large fieldstone mansion, built on top of a hill so that it looked down into the valley. A long driveway led up between tow pastures from the street.

"I am sorry if I embarrassed you this morning," said Anya. "My grandfather says I'm too bold at times and I suppose I am. I have a bad habit of trying to shock people. A teasing I never grew out of. I am sorry."

"At least you saved me from Gretta," joked Tom.

"Ah, Gretta…She, unlike me, has the strength to act on her inclinations," mused Anya. "Something I never mastered. If you had dropped your sheet this morning in response to my taunt, I would have run from the room…with dignity and discipline, but I would have still left. Gretta would have stayed and undressed with you."

"In which case, I would have run from the room," stated Tom with a slight blush.

"Why?" asked Anya with a smile. "I think a romp with Gretta would be just what a young, strong, virile man like yourself would kill for."

Tom began to turn away from her, his face blushing bright-red.

"Sorry…sorry," apologized Anya, touching Tom's arm lightly. "Bad habit strikes again. I'm good at reading people and recognizing their strengths and weaknesses."

"What happened last night that your grandfather is on the phone about?" asked Tom, changing the subject.

"You mean the disturbance? I don't know. Grandfather will tell us…" Anya stopped when a loud bell gonged from the manor house. "It seems he is ready to tell us, if you'll excuse me."

"I'll go with you," replied Tom.

"You're supposed to be resting," said Anya as they walked back towards the mansion.

"I've gotten plenty of sleep. Besides, if it is about Covington, I want to hear it."

Anya looked at Tom sideways out of the corner of her almond-shaped eyes, but did not say anything. While she had teased him about his shyness around women, she had also correctly guessed on his strength of character and intelligence. She smiled slightly to herself as the entered the house.

Sergi and Gretta were waiting for them in the spacious living room. Gretta had changed, to Tom's relief, out of her maid's outfit and into blue jeans and a white pullover. While the blouse did little to hide the size of her breasts, it was a lot less erotic than the maid's uniform.

"Ah, Thomas and Anya," said Sergi as the two of them walked in. "Ve have a small problem. Nothing to do with MS. Covington, but it may give you, Thomas, an idea of vhat ve try to accomplish."

"What's the problem?" asked Tom.

"A poltergeist has appeared in a large church downtown. The priest and I are friends and he called me about it. Specifically, a Milton Haskins has died. He vas a contractor who renovated parts of the church and vas a major benefactor. His body vas taken to the church after morning services vere concluded to lie in state. That vas when the poltergeist appeared."

"Could it be Haskins?" asked Anya.

"Possible, but doubtful," replied Sergi. "The priest, Father Roberts, vas attacked and it seems to him that the poltergeist is trying to keep everyone avay from the casket."

"Why doesn't Father Roberts just get an exorcist and blast it back to wherever it came from?" asked Tom.

"Father Robert's branch of religion vehemently denies the paranormal," answered Sergi. "Only his relationship vith me vould allow him this avenue."

"Meaning it has to be kept quiet or Father Roberts would find himself on the wrong side of a church inquiry, verstehen?" commented Gretta.

"Huh?"

"She asked if you understand," said Anya. "Most spirits appear due to a specific event. Ninety percent of our work is spent trying to uncover that event and resolve it."

"So what caused the ghost to appear?" asked Tom.

"That ve do not know," said Sergi with a smile. "Not yet."

It was only a couple of minutes later before Tom found himself sitting uncomfortably close to Gretta in the backseat of a minivan. Her body was right up against his and her hand had a habit of resting on his thigh…no matter how many times he moved it aside. Anya was driving and Sergi was sitting in the front passenger seat. To Tom, the trip seemed endless before they pulled up in front of a grey stone church.

Dr. Maleski led them around to a side door marked 'Church Office'. The four of them entered and walked down the hallway to the first door. Inside the office was a short bald priest, whose relief at seeing them was evident on his face. There was a nasty-looking cut on Father Roberts' left cheek.

"Sergi, thank you for coming!" exclaimed Father Roberts. "I'm at my wits end as to what to do."

"Please, sit down and tell us vhat happened," said Sergi.

"Of course…of course," huffed Father Roberts, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He motioned for everyone to have a seat also. "The trouble started after the funeral home brought the body of Milton Haskins here. He died suddenly on Saturday from a heart attack. His will left the church with a sizable donation provided he could lie in state for the viewings. The viewings were supposed to start tomorrow afternoon. Anyway, after the casket was dropped off, I began hearing noises in the church. I went to investigate and saw a blue light surrounding the coffin. The coffin was shaking violently and I rushed forward to hold it down. That was when the blue light separated from the casket and flew towards me, hitting me with enough force to knock me down. When I fell, I hit against a pew and cut my cheek. I…I then ran out of the church."

"You did vell, Timothy, and I think you do have a spirit here," said Sergi. "Anya, please see to his cut and afterwards go over Mr. Haskin's contributions. I vould like to see the blueprints of the church. Gretta and Thomas, I vant you to go into the church and see vhat is happening. Take no action and just observe."

Jawhol, Herr Doctor," replied Gretta as Tom grimaced at being teamed up with her. "Can you give us a brief description of the church layout, Father?"

"The hallway opens out into our reception area," said Father Roberts. "There will be stairs going down in front of you. They lead to the classrooms, the kitchen and the banquet hall. There are also storage rooms and a small chapel in the basement. The double doors off the reception area go into the library. Past the stairs going down, you will see a hallway going back to the sacristy and the restrooms. There is also a set of back stairs that go up to the Great Hall and down to the kitchen. If you turn left at the reception area, you will see wooden steps that go up to the Narthex and the main church."

"Thank you. Let's go, Thomas."

Tom followed Gretta out of the office. Tom could sense that Gretta had changed from being playfully oversexed to intently serious. They walked into the reception area where Gretta stopped and turned to face him.

"Tom, we are looking for things that are out of the ordinary, no matter how trivial," she said to him. "Don't be confused by what you have seen in the movies. Each spirit is unique, just like people. Where do you think we should start first?"

"I'd say the church."

"As good a place as any," replied Gretta, turning left to go up the wooden steps.

The Narthex was a long, red-tiled room with a vaulted ceiling that ran the width of the church proper. Three sets of double doors were on the right leading into the church. Opposite them were three arched doorways going outside. Sunlight streamed in from a large stained glass window, illuminating the entire area in light and color. A wide wooden staircase was to Gretta and Tom's left going up to the Great Hall.

Looking around carefully, Tom saw nothing amiss, but he felt the apprehension building inside him. Gretta walked over to a small wood door set between two of the arched doorways and opened it carefully. Tom looked around her and saw a round stone room, which was dominated by the wrought iron circular staircase spiraling both upwards and downwards. Three heavy ropes were lashed down on one wall by the door.

"Bell tower," commented Gretta. "I bet it leads to the storage rooms."

"I don't see anything unusual," said Tom, letting out his breath. "Let's check the church."

They walked in through the center door and Tom stopped after entering. The church looked enormous in the dim light coming from the stained glass windows to their left and the huge round window over the altar. The vaulted ceiling towered above them, held up by eight gothic stone columns. White marble steps rose up to the choir stalls and onward to the altar. The altar was white marble with a large stone relief of the twelve apostles behind it. To Tom, who had grown up in a small country parish, the effect was impressive, humbling and cold.

"What do you see?" asked Gretta, breaking Tom out of his trance.

Tom looked around quickly and said, "What I don't see is Mr. Haskins."

"Sehr ghut," muttered Gretta in approval. "There are two alcoves on either side of the altar. His body may be in one of them. Come."

They walked cautiously up the center aisle until they were halfway towards the altar. Gretta then moved left, cutting through a pew. Tom followed her until they were able to look into the alcove. A single spotlight shone on a painting of Mary and there was a small altar in front of it.

"It's Our Lady's Chapel," whispered Tom to Gretta. "I don't see the coffin."

Gretta nodded and motioned Tom to follow her. They walked back down the pew to the center aisle, stopping only briefly for Gretta to cross herself in front of the main altar. They then moved on towards the other alcove.

Curved marble steps led up to the right alcove. The alcove was an octagonal room painted in dark blue with blue-green stained glass windows. A spotlight shone down from the ceiling illuminating a life-size marble angel who was holding a large seashell bowl. Against the far wall was the coffin. A sparkly blue light surrounded the casket. He coffin rattled and shook on its gurney. Tom gasped when he saw the blue light. Suddenly, everything froze for a split-second and then the light winked out.

"What happened?" whispered Tom.

"I don't know," whispered Gretta. "We need to get a closer look at the coffin. It might give us more…"

Before Gretta could finish her sentence, the blue light surged up out of the floor beneath her. It grabbed the bottom of her blouse and yanked it up over her head before she or Tom could do anything. Tom's mouth dropped open and he stared in shock as Gretta's tow large breasts bounced into view, hidden only by the flimsiest white lace bra Tom had ever seen. The bra barely held her massive melons in place and her dark areolas were visible under he lace as her hard nipples pushed out the material.

A string of curses in German snapped Tom back to reality. He looked up and saw Gretta's blouse fly up to the ceiling and disappear. Squinting upward, Tom saw a dark rectangular patch on the ceiling and guessed that there was an opening up there. He looked back at Gretta, who was also looking upward. Tom found his eyes straying down to her breasts. He blushed and spun around so his back was to her.

"Sorry," he mumbled. Tom pulled off his shirt and held it out behind him. "Here."

"Thank you, Thomas," said Gretta. "I…Nein!"

Tom felt his shirt snatched out of his hand. At Gretta's exclamation, he spun around only to see his shirt flying up towards the ceiling. He looked over at Gretta to find her casting an appraising eye over his hard pecs and flat stomach. Tom worked out regularly and it showed.

"Think there is a way up there?" asked Gretta, looking back up at the ceiling.

"Probably through the bell tower," said Tom. "There maybe a crawl space between the ceiling and the roof. Why?"

"Because it took our clothes up there," stated Gretta. "There may be a reason and I would like to have something to wear outside when we leave."

Tom nodded, not wanting to appear half-naked in front of Anya and her sharp tongue. He followed behind Gretta as they headed back to the Narthex. His eyes first settled on her naked shoulders until he realized that he was staring. Tom shook his head and lowered his gaze, but immediately realized that watching her swaying, round ass was not much better. Feeling and uncomfortable heat rising up from around his neck, Tom settled on looking at the top of Gretta's head.

They walked out into the Narthex and went over to the tower door. Gretta immediately went inside and started up the spiral staircase with Tom following behind. The staircase went up about twenty feet before ending on a stone floor in the tower. The entire level was bare except for an iron rung ladder attached to the far wall.

Tom looked up the ladder and saw that it extended upwards about sixty feet to end at a trapdoor. There was a narrow walkway at the top of the ladder before the trapdoor which went around the wall to two small wooden doors. Three ropes came up out of the floor and went straight up the wall into the next level. Tom guessed that the bells were above the trapdoor.

"How's your climbing skill?" asked Gretta, walking over to the ladder.

"As good as your's," replied Tom confident in his athletic ability.

"Let's go then," and Gretta started to climb up.

Gretta was twenty feet high when the blue light materialized through the trapdoor and flew down at her. Tom froze as the eerie apparition sped towards Gretta, who yelped in fright at the sight. She then gasped in shock as the blue light yanked her pants downward exposing her white thong panties.

"Thomas, help!" yelled Gretta.

Tom galvanized into action as he saw Gretta's pants catch around her shoes and then have her legs lift away from the ladder. He climbed up rapidly and grabbed Gretta around the waist as her body was pulled out at a forty-five degree away from the ladder. Tom grunted as Gretta's body jerked and then jerked again as the light yanked away at her pants. Tom knew his grip would not good and he laced his legs between the rungs to free up his other hand.

Gretta screamed when a particular violent wrench on her pants broke her grip on the ladder. Tom barely managed to grab her wrists as Gretta was pulled free of the ladder. He felt his body twist as he tightened his legs in the rungs. As Tom twisted, a bracket attaching the ladder to the wall caught his trousers right above the zipper. With aloud rip, it tore his pants and underwear all the way down to his mid-thigh.


Fated Destiny Ch. 02



What struck Tom as strange was the eerie silence with which everything was happening. There was no rush of wind, things flying around, or flashing lights. The only sounds he heard was his own heavy breathing from his exertions and Gretta's scared gasps for air. Their bodies were now perpendicular to the ladder.

"Kick off your shoes," grunted Tom through clenched teeth.

Gretta nodded, her short hair framing her frightened face. She looked down to where her legs were being held straight out by the force pulling on her pants. Tom gritted his teeth even tighter as Gretta's body moved this way and that as she tried to kick off her shoes. Tom's legs were beginning to pull free from the ladder when Gretta finally got one shoe off and her pants were yanked free of her legs.

Tom gasped in pain as he suddenly bore all of her weight as Gretta swung back towards the ladder. He managed to pull her up so she would not crash into it and she could grab a hold of one of the rungs. Just as Gretta grasped one of the rungs, Tom's legs gave way and he fell face-first towards the floor. Tom frantically grabbed a bell rope, which jerked his body upright. His body snapped into the thick rope and caught him right between the legs. The pain caused him to collapse onto the floor and he hit his head on one of the stones.

Gretta stared in horror as she watched Tom fall, catch himself and then crash to the floor. He curled up into a fetal position with his hands clutching his groin as Gretta descended the ladder. She kneeled down quickly beside him.

"Thomas! Thomas!" she cried out, cradling his head.

Gretta could see that Tom's eyes were unfocused as he moaned in pain. She gingerly felt his head and was relieved to find that it was not cut. She tried to examine his groin, but his arms tightened when she tried to move his hands away.

"No!" shouted Tom with anger in his voice. "I'm not Jumbo!"

"What?" asked Gretta perplexed by his statement.

"No, I won't show it to you!" muttered Tom sullenly. "Stop calling me Jumbo."

"Ah," sighed Gretta in understanding. She loved old movies and recognized Tom's reference to the huge elephant, Jumbo. It was not a far jump to connect that reference to his cock size and how it came to affect his shyness. "I would never call you that," crooned Gretta softly. "You have hurt yourself and need to examine you to see how badly you are injured. Please, I just want to see how you are."

Tom's head lolled back and forth, unable to focus on any coherent thought. Somehow, Gretta's words penetrated his jumbled thoughts and he warily relaxed his hands from his crotch. Gretta held her breath as his large flaccid cock came into view.

"Is it okay if I touch it?" she asked. "Tell me if it hurts."

Gretta gingerly reached out and grasped Tom's limp dick. She watched him closely to make sure she was not hurting him as she delicately examined it. Tom moaned at the touch, but not in pain. Gretta, emboldened by his moan, began to gently stroke his cock up and down. It started to harden under her ministration.

"No…You can't…I…I…," muttered Tom confusedly as he weakly tried to cover up again with his hands.

"Shh…hush," soothed Gretta, gently pushing his hands away with one hand while holding onto his cock with the other. "I will not make fun of you, mein liebchen. You have a very nice cock. It is vonderbar!"

Tom relaxed at her words and quit trying to cover himself, either lulled by the sincerity in Gretta's voice or the gentle squeezing of her hand around his shaft. Gretta sensed the lessening of Tom's resistance and brought her free hand back to grip the shaft of his long cock. Slowly, looking for any sign of rejection, Gretta slowly slid her hands up and down Tom's eleven-inch cock. Tom, dazed and confused, laid back and moaned again in pleasure. No one had touched him this way before.

Gretta, encouraged by his reaction, smiled and tightened her grip on his hard prick. Her breasts were squeezed together between her arms as she pumped his cock with longer, surer strokes. Gretta knew exactly what Tom had gone through to be so shy. Her own bustline had blossomed early, but, whereas Tom retreated into himself, she discovered that boys were fascinated by her body. She learned the power and control she had over them by just shaking her shoulders or stretching her arms upwards. All the boys were soon dancing to her tune, which in her pride and arrogance, led to her downfall and possession.

Gretta shook her head to drive away those thoughts. She had changed and was not that prideful girl she once was. She loved sex, but did not use it as a weapon anymore. She did not know if Tom would remember any of this, but Gretta felt it might help him with his problem. She gently rubbed a finger over the sensitive nub of skin on the underside of the head of his cock. Gretta was rewarded by another moan and a pronounced twitch of his cock. Clear pre-cum began to ooze out the slit, which Gretta smeared all over the head of his cock with her fingers.

Gretta scooted a little closer to Tom's hips. Looking at Tom out of the corner of one eye, she leaned forward and laved her tongue around and around the head of his huge cock. Tom's whole body shuddered from the warm, wet sensation and his hands clutched at the hard stone floor beneath him, but he made no move to stop her. Gretta opened her mouth and sealed it around the thick shaft as her hands continued to stroke up and down.

Tom gasped as the tip of his cock was engulfed in a warm, wet cavern. Gretta's tongue lashed over the sensitive skin causing Tom to shudder and shake as his passion grew. Bobbing her head in time with her hands, Gretta knew Tom would not last long. A flash of disappointment coursed through her mind that Tom's huge, beautiful cock was not stuffed deep into her pussy, but Gretta reasoned that there would be another time for that.

Tom's body shook and tensed up tightly. He shuddered a second time as his hips arched upward off the floor. Gretta had been waiting for it and leaned upward with his thrust, her mouth still sealed around his cock. The first spurt however caught her by surprise. A huge gush of hot, thick sperm seemed to spurt endlessly into her waiting mouth. Her cheeks billowed out from the second spurt of cum as she swallowed to try to stay ahead of it. As it was, some of the white fluid still leaked out from the corners of her mouth to dribble down her chin.

Tom's hips collapsed back onto the floor as he panted heavily. Gretta waited until his cock began to go soft before removing her mouth from it. She wiped the cum off her chin and licked her fingers clean. Once the jizz was gone off her face, Gretta covered Tom's cock with a flap of his torn pants and kissed him on the cheek.

"That was good," she said to him softly. "I'll be back shortly with help."

Gretta ran back down the spiral staircase and out through the Narthex. Just before the office door, she stopped and poked her head around the corner. Sergi and Father Roberts had a blueprint out and it was spread across the desk. Anya was sitting at the church computer, scanning the information on the screen.

"Herr Doctor, I need your help," said Gretta, causing everyone to look up at her.

"Vhat do you need, Gretta?" asked Sergi.

"We found the entity. Tom was hurt, but not seriously. He is dazed, though."

"Show us," said Sergi and everyone in the office stood up to go see.

"Wait!" said Gretta, holding up a hand. "Whatever it was stole our clothes."

"That's a new excuse," stated Anya acidly as Father Roberts' mouth dropped open.

"Anya!" admonished Sergi. "Not now. Stay here and finish vhat you vere doing. Father, I vill go vith Gretta. Please find some robes for them to put on. Vhere is Thomas, Gretta?"

Sergi picked up the first aid kit that Anya had used to clean and bandage Father Roberts' cheek. He followed Gretta to the Narthex and up into the bell tower.

"It was not as Anya implied," said Gretta sullenly as she started up the spiral staircase.

"You must admit that it is very…uh, vhat is the vord…incriminating," said Sergi, glancing up at Gretta's jiggling ass in front of him and smiling. "Let us vorry about Thomas. Ve can get the story once ve get him down from here."

Tom was still sprawled out on the floor. Sergi checked his head and neck before opening the first aid kit and pulling out an ammonia ampoule. Holding the ampoule under Tom's nose, Sergi broke it. Tom snorted and jerked awake as the strong odor hit his nose.

"Easy, my young friend, easy," said Sergi, putting a hand under Tom's shoulder to help him sit up. "How do you feel?"

"I'm a little dizzy. Where…" and Tom's voice caught in his throat as his eyes focused on a half-naked Gretta, who was watching him. Tom blushed bright red and turned his head away.

"Let me help you up," said Sergi, extending a hand to Tom.

With Sergi's help, Tom sat up slowly and then started to stand up. The trouser flap fell off to the side and his cock dropped out of the tear. Tom immediately let go of Sergi's hand to cover up in front of Gretta. He landed back on the floor with a thump.

"Gretta, ve vill meet you in the library," said Sergi with some asperity at Tom's actions. "Thomas is sufficiently recovered that the two of us can make it down."

Gretta nodded and went down the stairs. She was disappointed that Tom still acted the way he did, but then realized that his shyness would not be overcome by a single incident, especially when he was dazed and confused at the time. She left the bell tower to go find Anya and Father Roberts.

"Now that two big distractions are gone, let us get you up and downstairs," said Sergi, helping Tom to stand up. "How is that?"

"Fine," said Tom. "As long as I go slow, I should be okay."

They made their way down the stairs and out of the bell tower. In the narthex, they met a very red faced Father Roberts. He was holding a long black choir robe, which snapped down in the front. Tom took off his torn pants and put on the robe. The three of them then headed to the library. Anya and Gretta were there, both sitting on opposite sides of the room and glaring at each other. Gretta was wearing a black robe also.

"Thomas, please sit down and tell us vhat happened," said Dr. Maleski, who sat down in a Queen Anne's chair.

"Well, we were climbing up the ladder…"

"Excuse me," interrupted Sergi. "From the beginning…when you left the office."

Tom sat still for a second with his eyes closed as he organized his thoughts. He began to relate what he saw and heard when he and Gretta explored the church. Tom stammered only slightly when telling how Gretta lost her clothes.

"I got Gretta back to the ladder after it…uh…took her pants. That was when I fell to the floor," said Tom, finishing up. "I don't remember anything after that until you showed up, Dr. Maleski."

"Very good, Thomas," said Sergi. "Gretta, do you have anything to add?"

"Only the impression that the spirit was attacking the coffin in the room with the angel."

"But Mr. Haskins wasn't placed in the baptismal room," stated Father Roberts. "He was placed in the center aisle in front of the altar steps."

"Indeed," commented Sergi. "When you first encountered the entity, how did it attack you?"

"How? Well, uh, I was walking back to the office after checking on the coffin," answered Father Roberts. "I had my hands in my jacket pocket when it grabbed the back of my jacket, pulling me off balance. I couldn't catch myself and I fell into a pew. You know, it might have been trying to take my coat and I just got tangled up in it."

"My thoughts exactly," said Sergi. "According to the blueprints, the baptismal room was actually a separate tower and was renovated five years ago by Mr. Haskins' company. Did anything happen during the renovation?"

"Not that I can recall," said Father Roberts.

"I went over Mr. Haskins' donation to the church," interrupted Anya. "He has made a sizable donation on the fifteenth of every month dating back five years. The only exception was June four years ago."

"That was when Milton got married," stated Father Roberts. He then jerked upright. "There was something that did happen during the renovation. One of Milton's workers disappeared. I had forgotten all about him. Milton married the man's widow a year after his disappearance."

"What?" exclaimed Tom. "Isn't that…uh…it is, uh…what I mean is…"

"I think the word you're looking for is motive," said Anya.

"Oh, no," countered Father Roberts. "It wasn't like that at all. When Sandra reported her husband missing, Milton brought in his whole crew and searched the church from top to bottom. He took care of Sandra when the insurance company refused to pay death benefits. She went to work for him and then they became close. I don't think Milton even knew who she was before the disappearance."

"Let us review," said Sergi. "The coffin containing Mr. Haskins' remains vas moved from the church proper to the baptismal room. Renovations vere done to that area five years ago when a man disappeared. A year later, that man's wife marries Mr. Haskins, vho's company did the renovations. Mr. Haskins died and vhen his coffin is placed in the church, out entity appears."

"It can't be the man who disappeared," argued Father Roberts. "Milton and Sandra have been to this church dozens of times after the renovations were completed. They were even married here. This…whatever…never appeared then."

"I do not know vhy it has appeared now," admitted Sergi. "Maybe some spiritual bond vas created or broken by Mr. Haskins' death."

"What sort of renovations were done?" asked Tom.

"There was a leak in the tower roof, which went undetected for years," said father Roberts. "The water ran down between the inner and outer walls. It pooled in between the supporting stone walls in the basement and destroyed the mortar down there. The entire base had to be rebuilt along with the roof and the framework on one wall."

"We never got to the basement," said Tom, and then added, "or the roof."

"Thomas, I vant you and Anya to check the basement under the baptismal room," said Sergi. "Do not disturb anything. Gretta and I vill look in the roof crawlspace."

"What can I do?" asked Father Roberts of Sergi.

"Can you call Mrs. Haskins and ask her to come here?"

"She is supposed to stop by later, but I'll call her now."

As they were leaving the library, Anya stopped Gretta with a touch on her arm. The two of them waited until they were alone.

"I'm sorry, Gretta," said Anya. "I jumped to all the wrong conclusions."

Gretta smiled and said, "As your grandfather stated, the evidence was incriminating. I would have believed the same if our roles had been reversed. Please do not tease Tom so much. It will only increase his shyness."

"I'll try, but it goes against my nature," said Anya, returning Gretta's smile.

"Yes, and my nature is to see if I can get him to like me…a lot!"

"There is something about him…" mused Anya. She looked Gretta in the eye. "Between you and me?" Gretta nodded. "We can't do anything overt. No crawling into his bed when he is asleep…no grasping or grabbing. He has to be the one to initiate any encounter. Agreed?"

"Agreed!" said Gretta, shaking Anya's hand. "It would be faster though if we tag-teamed him."

"But not as much fun," said Anya as they left the library.

Anya met Tom by the basement stairs and they headed on down. After only a cursory look in the classrooms, they went through the kitchen to the banquet hall. Past the hall were the storage areas. The areas had been set up in long side-by-side alcoves that wound around underneath the church. Tom found a light switch and flipped it on. The dim lights did little to dispel the gloom of the grey stone walls.

"It should be all the way in the back," said Anya.

"Great," was Tom's sarcastic reply.

As they made their way through the area, Tom was a little surprised by the size of the storage area. Old furniture, folding tables, discarded office equipment and even racks of clothing was there all helter-skelter. Once, both of them jumped in fright and then smiled weakly at each other when they came upon a life-size Halloween skeleton. The two of them eventually found their way to the door which opened into the room under the baptismal font. The room was empty.

"Why isn't there anything in here?" asked Tom, perplexed by the bareness of the room.

"No," replied Anya, while looking at the walls, floor and ceiling. "They probably emptied it for the renovation and it's so far back that no one has been here since then. I don't see anything unusual in here. Let's head back upstairs."

As they started to leave, Tom looked back and stopped. The outside of the room had been buttressed in stone. Tom looked again and could not shake the feeling that something did not look right.

"What's wrong?" asked Anya.

"I don't know. It's…I don't know," replied Tom. "I want to look at that wall to our right."

As they walked around to their right, Tom saw what had been bothering him. The buttresses were evenly spaced at the eight corners of the tower. What had caught Tom's attention was that between two of the buttresses, the space had been filled in with stone and mortar almost the way up to the ceiling. It produced a sloping wall, which in the dim light, seemed to be the same as the other walls. Tom caught something out of the corner of his eye and stood up on his tiptoes. At the top, he saw what appeared to be a jumble of cloth.

"It looks like clothing up there," said Tom, pointing the mass out to Anya.

"Your's and Gretta's?" asked Anya.

"Could be," said Tom. "You know there may be enough space between these walls for a body. Do you think he is in there?"

"I'm not sure," replied Anya.

"I think he might be trying to show us where his body is," said Tom.

"That makes sense," said Anya. "Pretty good for a ghost hunter in a dress." She laughed at Tom's affronted look. Anya pointed to the top of the wall. "Look! There seems to be a ledge at the top. I'm going to take a look."

Anya pulled a pencil flashlight out of her pocket and turned it on. The rough stone of the sloped wall aided her ascent. She quickly reached the top and flashed the light over the stone.

"Tom, there's a slab up here. I, ugh, can't seem to move it. Come on up, but don't disturb the clothing."

Tom knotted up his choir robe between his legs. He grimaced as Anya gave him a wolf whistle, but decided to let it alone. He climbed up to where she was. The slab of stone was about three feet wide by four feet long and set flush to the top of the wall. Tom got out his pocketknife and tried to pry it up.

"I can't get it up either," he said, after several tries. He looked at the clump of hard plastic he had pried out of the crack. "This is caulk. Someone put the stone in place and then sealed the edges."

"Let's go," said Anya, starting down. "We need to tell Grandfather. Don't…"

"I know," interrupted Tom. "Don't disturb the clothing."

They climbed back down and went upstairs. The office was empty, but it was only a short while later before Sergi, Gretta, and Father Roberts returned.

"Ve searched the entire bell tower and both crawlways," said Sergi. "Ve found nothing. Anya?"

"We found the clothing," said Anya. "It was placed next to an unusual renovation. The renovation was to one of the tower walls under the baptismal and it looks like an additional wall was added between two buttresses. It's big enough to hide a body and there is a stone slab on top."

"Father Roberts, what about Mrs. Haskins?"

"I called Sandra and she will be here in about fifteen minutes," replied Father Roberts.

"Very good," commented Sergi. "That vill give me a chance to see the renovation. Anya, I have something for you to do."

They all went together back to the basement, except for Anya who was following her grandfather's instructions. Dr. Maleski looked intrigued by the placement of the clothing and the renovation itself. Concluding his investigation, he led everyone back to the office to await the arrival of Mrs. Haskins. She arrived five minutes later.




Fated Destiny Ch. 02



Sandra Haskins was a woman in her mid-twenties with shoulder-length brown hair. Her most appealing features were her big, brown eyes and the sincere smile she gave to everyone as they were introduced. Her loose, white blouse and black wraparound skirt showed off her athletic, hourglass body without being ostentatious.

"What is it, Tim?" she asked Father Roberts in a melodious voice. "What was the urgency? You sounded like you had seen a ghost."

Father Roberts choked and went into a coughing fit. Sergi stepped forward and kissed Sandra's hand as Gretta thumped Father Roberts on the back.

"You must excuse Timothy, Mrs. Haskins," he said. "Ve have a mystery and I am afraid I am the one who requested you to come immediately. I have to ask you some questions that vill be painful."

Sandra looked at Father Roberts, who nodded to her reassuringly. She took in a deep breath and said, "Go ahead."

"Vhat can you tell us about your first husband's disappearance and Milton Haskins?"

"Um, Andy, my first husband, disappeared five years ago," said Sandra. "He worked for Milton. The police could not find out what had happened to him. Our insurance company refused to make any payment on Andy's life insurance until seven years had passed by. I was unemployed and going to lose our house, car…everything."

"That was when Milton first called me. He said Andy had been a good worker and not one to run off like that. I'm afraid I broke down at that point and sobbed out my whole predicament to him. The next thing I know, he loaned me the money to pay off my debts at a very low rate. Milton gave me a job and later we started going out together. I said yes when Milton asked me to marry him. He was much older than I was and I didn't really love him, but he gave me something I desperately needed…security."

"Vhat do you think happened to your first husband?" asked Sergi.

"I know he's dead," said Sandra with a finality that could not be denied. "Nothing else can explain his continued disappearance."

Dr. Maleski was interrupted by the loud buzz of a doorbell. Father Roberts went to see who it was and returned with Detective O'Malley following behind him. Her expression changed from indifference to suspicion when she spotted Tom, Anya and Sergi in the office.

"Practicing for the choir, Parta?" she asked sarcastically.

"Mr. Parta's presence here is entirely of my doing," said Sergi in a cool tone. "He helped us search this church and in doing so ripped his clothing, thus necessitating the wearing of the robe. He does not need an indecent exposure charge. I am surprised to see you here."

Colleen grimaced at the rebuke, sighed and said, "I'm on call. When the dispatcher gave out a call for a body being found, I came right over. Andy Vettana was one of my first cases as a detective." Colleen looked over at Sandra. "You were his wife, right?"

"I was."

"Well, where is the body?" asked Colleen, looking around at everyone.

"Ve think it is in the basement," replied Sergi.

"Think?" repeated Colleen with suspicion creeping back into her voice.

"Ve found an unusual wall vhich had been built during one of the church's renovations. There appears to be a stone slab on top, vhich may cover an opening. I believe this lady's husband may be in there."

"Might? Maybe? Believe?" repeated Colleen. The look on her face clearly showed she thought she was on a fool's errand. "Let's take a look and get this over with."

In the basement, Colleen's interest perked up as she examined the sloping wall between the buttresses and the stone slab on top. Tom dug out the putty around the slab with a knife from the church's kitchen. With several scraped knuckles, pinched fingers and some frayed patience, he and Father Roberts managed to pry the slab up using screwdrivers, a crowbar and a lot of luck.

"There is an opening up here," grunted Tom through gritted teeth as he managed to get his fingers under to stone to lift it.

Huffing and straining, he and Father Roberts managed to move the slab off to one side. They climbed down to catch their breath as Colleen climbed up with a flashlight. Everyone waited with baited breath as she looked down into the opening. It was several long moments later before she came down before saying anything.

"I want to apologize, Dr. Maleski," said Colleen as she jumped to the floor. "There is a body in there."

"Is it…is it Andy?" asked Sandra with a catch in her voice.

"Probably. If I remember the clothing description correctly, it's a match. We won't know for certain until the M.E. examines the body. I am sorry for your loss."

Sandra's face turned white and she began to sway back and forth. She would have fallen if Father Roberts and Gretta had not caught and held her up by the arms.

"I think it would be best if you went back to the office," said Father Roberts to Sandra. He looked at Colleen. "With your permission."

"I'll meet you in the office," said Colleen. "I know this must be a shock."

"The second one today that she didn't need," replied Father Roberts as he and Gretta led Sandra away.

"The second one…?" asked Colleen

Sergi motioned for Anya to follow Father Roberts. He then said, "Mrs. Haskins' second husband has just died and his body is in the church. She vas coming in to finalize the funeral arrangements with Father Roberts. Vill she be suspected in her first husband's murder?"

"If this is her first husband," said Colleen. "I believe she was with her mother the entire time of Vettana's disappearance. That's a good alibi. Who's this Haskins' guy?"

"The man who renovated the church and probably built this wall," stated Sergi.

Colleen's eyebrows arched upward and she glanced back and forth between Sergi and Tom. Tom could see the thoughts racing through her mind. Colleen finally shook her head and pulled out her radio to call for the Crime Lab and the Medical Examiner.

"You know you just put her back in the bullseye," stated Colleen to Sergi.

"These are facts any detective vould have found," said Sergi. "She told us Mr. Haskins gave her a loan vhen she vas bankrupt an then gave her a job. The company's records vill verify that. Do you think it might be that Mr. Haskins wanted her?"

Colleen did not answer him. Several hours passed by before Colleen, Sergi, and Tom came back to the office. The lab technicians and the crew from the M.E.'s office had come and gone. Another officer had dropped off a thick file folder to Colleen, who perused through it. In the office, Colleen pulled out a notepad and pen before turning to face Sandra.

"When did you meet your second husband?" she asked Sandra.

"Over five years ago," replied Sandra. "Milton's company was having a huge success. He threw a grand party on the 4th of July for his employees and their families. That was when I first met him. I didn't see him again until after Andy's disappearance."

"I was correct in that the clothing on the body matches that which Andy Vettana was wearing when he disappeared," stated Colleen. "I sure the body is his. The body's skull was fractured by a blow from the back. That means it had to be someone who had access to the church and knew about the renovation."

"It might mean more than that," said Sergi. "The blueprint shows that the vall renovation was added after the repair vork had been started."

"Added? Added by whom?" asked Colleen.

"Uh…it was added by Milton Haskins," said Father Roberts meekly. "He told me the wall needed additional support."

"What does that mean?" asked Sandra, looking around. "What are you saying?'

Colleen's eyes met Tom's and their faces mirrored the sympathy and pity they both felt for Sandra. Colleen snapped her notebook close and stood up.

"Father, I will need to borrow these blueprints," she said briskly. She turned to face Sandra. "I am sorry and I'm afraid we will have to contact you tomorrow, okay?"

Sandra just nodded dumbly, unable to comprehend or grasp a coherent thought. Colleen sighed, rolled up the blueprints and left. Sandra shook off her incoherence at the sound of the closing door.

"I want to see my husband's coffin," she announced as she stood up.

"Um…Er…I don't…" stammered Father Roberts as he looked to Sergi for direction.

"Ve need to see it anyway," said Sergi. "I think it vould be best if you, Anya, and Gretta stayed here."

"Grandfather!" protested Anya.

"I know. I am a male chauvinistic pig, but ve do not know if it has gone or not. It vould be best if just Thomas and I vent vith Mrs. Haskins."

The look on Anya's face bespoke her dislike to his plan, but she did not say anything else against it. Tom and Sergi ushered Sandra out of the office and into the Narthex. Sandra's face was set and expressionless as Tom held open the door for her. As they walked up the center aisle, a puzzled look came to Sandra's face.

"Where is his coffin?" she asked. "It should be right here."

"It is in the baptistery," said Sergi as he led her around to the alcove.

Sandra stopped as soon as she could see through the arch into the room beyond. The iridescent light still surrounded Haskins' coffin. The casket shook and rattled as if something was attacking it. Sandra turned to Sergi in fear.

"What is that?" she whispered, her voice breaking in fright.

"The spirit of your first husband trying to take revenge for his murder," said Sergi softly. "I had hoped that finding his body vould have released it."

"Can I…Can I talk to him?" asked Sandra.

"I wouldn't," advised Tom. "He attacked us earlier."

"Why?" asked Sandra.

"Angry that he vas murdered," stated Sergi. "Angry that you married his killer. Vhatever bonds held his spirit in check vere removed by Haskins' death. If you wish, ve can proceed, but vith caution."

They walked up the steps to the baptistery and stood in the archway. Sandra called out tentatively, "Andy?"

The blue light froze and the coffin ceased its rocking. Tom tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. The blue light flew off the coffin straight at them. Before they could do anything, Tom and Sergi were knocked backwards by a tremendous force and landed in a heap up against the front pew. Sandra screamed as the blue light surrounded her and lifted her up off the floor.

"Please, I didn't know!" pleaded Sandra to the light. "No one knew! I've been in hell all these years since you've been gone. Haskins meant nothing. He was never the man you were."

Tom made to get up and rescue Sandra. He stopped when Sergi grabbed a hold of his arm and held him back.

"Sit still," ordered Sergi. "Look!"

Tom looked up. The blue light had ceased lifting Sandra up. It held her still, her feet a goof foot above the floor, as if it was contemplating her words. Suddenly, Sandra gasped as she felt one of her breasts being fondled. The touch moved across her stomach to rub the V between her legs. Sandra sighed at the remembrance of a touch from five years ago.

"Oh, yeah, baby," she crooned as she closed her eyes. "You always were a horny devil. You know how I like it."

Tom jerked in shock as Sandra's blouse was quickly yanked over her head by an invisible force. Her breasts, held by a sheer lace bra, bounced free as the bra was pulled upwards. The spirit did not pull her bra completely off, but used it to tie her wrists together. Sandra gasped as she was spun around and her arms lifted over the tall statue's head. Sandra was lowered until she was just hanging by her wrist and the spirit whipped off her skirt and panties. The blue light moved back a foot or two away from her.

Tom gasped as the blue light coalesced into a translucent human shape. Tom got the impression of a beard and ponytail, but the image was too indistinct and blurred to make out any other details. The ghost did not look at Tom or Sergi, but moved up behind Sandra.

Andy's ghost grabbed Sandra by the hips and pulled them upward. Then, with one quick lunge, he sank his phantom prick all the way into Sandra's waiting cunt. Sandra yelled in delight as her pussy lips were pushed apart and a fullness invaded her vagina. Tom could only watch wide-eyed as the ghost began to pound its eerie blue cock in and out of Sandra's hot pussy.

Tom grimaced as his cock became hard in a very uncomfortable position. He shifted it around so that it was not bending in half. Sandra's body shook with each impact as she gasped and panted in passion. Tom was half surprised not to see the statue rocking back and forth from the intensity.

"Oh. God! Andy, YES!!!" cried out Sandra. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Sandra stopped chanting as her passion rose and she could no longer catch her breath. Her body was shaking and her tits jiggling as the ghost continued to pound her pussy. Suddenly, her body tensed up as her orgasm exploded inside her. Sandra, hooked up by her wrists, could do nothing, but cry out in the throes of her sexual release.

Andy's ghost pumped his transparent cock in and out of Sandra's hot, dripping cunt. Sandra hung her head down limply as her orgasm had drained all the energy out of her body. Tom saw the ghost shimmer brightly and then shimmer again. It rammed its cock all the way into Sandra and held it there.

"Oh, God!...Oh, yes!!!!" moaned Sandra as she felt a hot, unearthly liquid spurt deep into her womb.

The scene before Tom's eyes remained frozen for the longest time. In fact, it was only a couple of moments before the ghost withdrew its prick from Sandra and gently lowered her hips. Sandra was still panting heavily as the ghost leaned over to kiss her brow and caress her hair. It turned to face Tom and Sergi, raised an arm and disappeared completely.

"Come, Thomas," said Sergi. "We must cut her down."

Sandra hung limply from the statue, her body quivering every few seconds or so from orgasmic aftershocks. Tom stopped, acutely embarrassed, when he realized that he would have to hold the naked woman up while Sergi Undid her wrists. Licking his dry lips, Tom grasped Sandra around the waist and lifted her up. Sergi was unable to untie the bra and had to cut it with a pocketknife.

"Thank you," panted Sandra as Tom lowered her to the floor. "He's gone, isn't he?"

"I believe so," stated Sergi. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, better than I have been since Andy's disappearance," replied Sandra as she bent over to pick up her blouse and skirt. Tom averted his gaze when he caught himself staring at her hanging breasts.

Sandra quickly dressed, sans bra. She, Tom and Sergi headed out of the church and back to the office. Anya quickly took in Sandra's disheveled state and raised a questioning eyebrow at her grandfather. Sergi made a small motion with his hand which forestalled her questions and comments.

"Well, what happened?" asked Father Roberts.

"The spirit is gone," stated Sergi.

"It is? Great! We can move Milton's coffin back to its proper place."

"I'm afraid not, Father Roberts," said Sandra flatly, startling everyone. "Please leave the coffin where it is. I'll have the funeral home come by to pick it up and bury it."

"What? Why?" asked Father Roberts in shock. "His last wishes…I mean…"

"If you are worried about the lost of the endowment the old bastard left to the church so he could be buried in grand style, I'll make sure it's paid," said Sandra harshly. Her voice and face then softened at Father Robert's hurt look. "If it's his soul you're looking after, please feel free to say something at the gravesite.'

"I'm ashamed to say I was thinking about the money more than his soul," admitted Father Roberts. "Have the funeral director contact me before they come and I'll go to the gravesite.'

"I believe that is our cue to leave," stated Sergi. "I will call you tomorrow, Timothy. Mrs. Haskins, it has been a pleasure."

"That will be Miss Vettana, Dr. Maleski and please make it Sandra. I will also be calling on you later."



Fated Destiny Ch. 03



"Tomas, wake up...breakfast!"

Tom awoke with a start and grabbed the sheets closer to him. Looking over at the door, he saw Maria standing there with a sardonic look on her face. When she saw his reaction, her lips curled upward into a sarcastic half-smile.

"Don't be afraid, little chicken. I will not eat you," she said with her Spanish accent. "Hurry up and get dressed. Sergi is waiting for you in the dining room. Don't forget to make your bed."

"Make my bed?" asked Tom in confusion. "Yesterday you said...ah...er..."

"Yesterday you were a guest," replied Maria, throwing back her raven black hair before leaving.

Tom climbed out of bed, dressed, and quickly made the bed. He had to borrow clothes from James. The pants had to be rolled up at the cuffs and the shirt was too snug around the chest. Today was Monday and Tom felt both a little guilty and a little happy that he did not have to be back at work until Wednesday. He headed downstairs and met James near the front foyer.

"Howdy, partner," greeted James when he caught sight of Thomas. "It looks like my duds don't quite fit. We'll have to run you over to your place later. The doc is in the dining room."

"Thanks, James."

Tom turned and walked into the dining room. Sergi and Anya were sitting at the table. At Tom's entrance, Anya looked up and gave him an appraising glance up and down. With her eyes lingering on his too tight shirt, she pursed her lips together and gave out a loud wolf whistle.

"Anya!" admonished Sergi.

Tom almost blushed, but then remembered what Anya had said to him yesterday.

"You want to see the rest of it?" he asked her, reaching for his shirt buttons.

Tom was surprised to see Anya's eyes widen in surprise. She then blushed bright red and looked away. Sergi laughed that someone had finally given her as good as she gave out. Tom started to smile himself when a voice interrupted him from behind.

"I would like to see more."

Tom spun around and found himself staring down into Gretta's big brown eyes. She was dressed back into her French maid's outfit and Tom found his eyes moving downward to the very impressive cleavage she was showing. With a start, Tom realized where he was looking. His head snapped upward and he blushed just as much as Anya just had. Tom quickly sat down and stared at the tablecloth to keep from looking at Gretta.

Gretta looked at Sergi and shrugged her shoulders. She set Tom's plate in front of him and left the room without saying another word. Tom just sat there staring at the omelet and bacon strips in front of him. Sergi sighed and shook his head.

"Eat, Thomas, before it gets cold," said Sergi. "What do you think of our encounter yesterday?"

Scary, but not all that dangerous," replied Tom as he took a bite of his omelet. "I'm surprised that it is all real and we don't hear more of it."

Sergi and Anya both broke out laughing.

"You do hear about it all the time," chuckled Anya. "They're ghost stories."

"Humans want a physical world where they have control," said Sergi. "Ghosts, spirits, and supernatural creatures frighten us because they are outside the normal realm of human understanding. They are also not that common. Most require some trigger to appear, like the Gray Man who walks along the State of North Carolina beaches just prior to a hurricane."

"So, it was probably Haskin's death that made Vinetta appear," said Tom. "What was so special about Haskin's death?"

"We may never know," said Anya. "It may have been that Sandra Haskin was in danger while her second husband was alive and an appearance of Vinetta's ghost may have proven fatal to her."

"And remember, Thomas, that not many people will talk to other people about what they have seen," added Sergi. "Father Roberts would be fired and probably defrocked if he told his congregation about the incident. Mrs. Vinetta, who has dropped her Haskin's name, does not want to be seen as...slightly touched in the head, shall we say? What proof could either one offer?"

"Desiree is not like Vinetta's ghost," stated Tom strongly. "She kills."

"Of course she is not," said Sergi. "She is a vampire, not a ghost. Ghosts are tied to a particular event or place. If she is as old as I think she is, she has killed hundreds. Finish your breakfast. We are meeting in the living room to discuss the problem of Covington."

Tom finished off the rest of his omelet and bacon. He then followed Sergi and Anya into the mansion's living room. The large room had sofas and chairs placed strategically around the large fireplace. Tom was not surprised to see James and Gretta there, but had not expected Maria, Hannah, and a distinguished looking, bald-headed man.

"Good morning, sir," said the man in a cultured English accent. We have not met yet. I'm Dobbs, the butler."

"God morning, sir," said Tom, holding out his hand.

"It's not 'sir'...just Dobbs," corrected Dobbs, indicating a seat for Tom.

"Our group takes a little getting used to," said Anya. "We're all equals, but for some reason, some of us wanted the additional work...or,...," She glanced poignantly at Gretta. "...to play dress-up."

"I trained to be a butler and have been one most of my life, as you well know, Miss Anya," stated Dobbs patiently. "I would be uncomfortable if I was without a position."

"And, besides, if we don't do them, we'd have to hire them out," said James. "That maybe means getting some unreliable folk poking into stuff they shouldn't be in or talking about things they shouldn't say."

"We are here to discuss an encounter Thomas had," said Sergi. "Most of us are familiar with it, but I would like Anya to give us a summary."

Anya quickly summarized Tom's encounter with Desiree Covington. Tom turned bright red when she coolly described Desiree sucking off Mr. Silverman. She told everyone of the police involvement. She then read the ancient Roman text they had found and finished up with a description of the type of entity her grandfather thought Covington was.

"A vampire," gasped Hannah in wonder and fear.

"A sex vampire," corrected Sergi. "A female vampire that hates all males. Do not let that fool you, though. She will kill women just as easily."

"What do we do, doc?" asked James. "This ain't like a ghost that has a set purpose which needs to be fulfilled before it moves on."

"No, James, she is not," replied Sergi. "She will be the most dangerous foe we have ever faced. Remember, she not only has great power, but also great limitations. Sunlight will kill her as well as a stake through her heart. Vampires do not sleep, but they must rest, usually during the day, either in their coffins or on the cursed ground they were buried in. They can not cross through running water, like a stream or river, but they can travel over it."

"She took control of my mind," said Tom. "How can we fight that?"

"Her will is formidable," agreed Sergi. She can dominate the weak-willed or unwary easily. Covington surprised you in the office. I do not think anyone here would call you weak-willed. Now that we know who and what she is, we will be able to resist her domination. The main thing is not to become trapped with her. Over time, she will break through anyone's will."

"The plan, sir," reminded Dobbs quietly.

"Quite right, Dobbs," said Sergi. "We must first track down her lairs. She will have several and have plans made for escapes from those places. Thomas, I hesitate to ask this, but we need to know everything about Covington. Is it possible for you to get her financial records from your firm?"

"Those files are confidential," responded Tom, taken aback by the request. To hand over the files went against everything he had been taught. "I know she is worth millions."

"Tom, it is not what you think," said Anya quietly. "Her money is blood money...probably taken from her victims. We want no part of it. Her wealth fives her leverage and grants her freedom of movement. Where she has spent the money can point to where she has set up her places of refuge."

"Thomas, I am wealthy in my own right," said Sergi. "It is up to you to decide whether to obtain the information or not, and whether to trust us with that information. Think on it. James will drive you home so you can change clothes. Please be back here before noon."

"Why/" asked Tom. "What happens at noon?"

"Lunch," replied Sergi, standing up and heading out of the living room. "The police detectives will also be here to interview you."

"Do you mind if I tag along with you?" asked Anya of Tom.

Before Tom could answer, someone stamped a foot behind him. He turned around to see Gretta standing there with a petulant look on her face. With a loud harrumph, she turned and flounced out of the room.

"Uh, it's alright with me if it's okay with James," said Tom, slightly flustered by Gretta's obvious irritation.

"Whoa there, partner!" exclaimed James, holding up his hands. "Don't get me in the middle of this! It's just a quick out and back, Anya."

"Beats sitting around here," said Anya.

"Okey-dokey," said James, not hearing any disagreement from Tom. "Let's go, you two."

Tom was half-expecting James to pull out the Rolls. He was just as happy to see James slide behind the wheel of a Cadillac Deville in the four-car garage. The other two vehicles in the garage were a Ford Mustang convertible and a Land Rover geared up for the outdoors. Anya followed his gaze.

"Grandfather loves the Rolls Royce, but it is not the most inconspicuous car around. The Mustang is mine. It's a 1967, which I restored."

"Sweet ride," admired Tom, taking in the cherry-red finish and the white interior.

"Thanks," said Anya, declining the front seat as Tom opened the door for her. She sat in the back with Tom, allowing James to place his Stetson hat on the seat beside him. The trip to Tom's apartment was uneventful, except that Tom was highly conscious of the exceptionally beautiful girl sitting beside him.

Anya was sharply dressed in a white blouse and black slacks. She kept looking outside and appeared preoccupied. Her manner was more disconcerting to Tom than when he had been sitting next to Gretta and she kept grabbing for his knee. James parked in the lot for Tom's apartment complex.

"Why don't you come on up?" asked Tom nervously. "It should only take me a couple of minutes."

"Be happy to," replied James nonchalantly, recognizing Tom's fear of entering his apartment alone.

They rode up the elevator to the twelfth floor. Tom opened the door and peered inside, almost expecting to see Covington to be there waiting for him. Tom's apartment was a simple one-bedroom place with mismatched furniture typical of a bachelor and new college graduate.

"Sorry the place is such a mess," said Tom, stopping in the front hallway to kick a pair of shoes into the coat alcove.

"Aw, man, quit trying to buffalo us," scoffed James, edging past him and looking in each of the rooms. "You ain't seen messy and dirty until you've seen my place. How's about we grab your gear and go."

Anya saw Tom visibly relax as James' cursory look-around let him know that no one else was in the apartment. It was not until just at that moment that she realized how new and frightening all of this was to Tom. She had grown up with supernatural beings and events until it was second nature to her.

Tom went past her to the bedroom and closed the door. Anya looked around the small living room and concluded that Tom was not a slob. Everything was in its place, but without it looking prissy. There were photographs on a bookcase of an older coupe that resembled Tom enough to identify them as his parents. The bedroom door opened and Tom came out wearing blue jeans and a faded button-down shirt.

"I have what I need," said Tom, hefting a collapsible gym bag. "I put your clothes in here, James. Do you mind dropping me off at work? I'd like to get my car and I can follow you back to Dr. Maleski's place."

James grimaced and looked at his watch. "I don't mind driving you around, partner, but if that's what you want...we got the time, but you gotta promise to head straight back. The doc said not to let you out of my sight."

"I promise," said Tom with a smile. "I would like to stop and pick up a couple of things I left there when...when...uh..."

"Hey, no problem," said James. "Let's get along then."

James quickly drove them over to Tom's workplace and parked in the garage located next door. The three of them walked through the main door and Tom was surprised by the level of activity going on inside.

"Busy place," commented Anya.

"Not this busy," corrected Tom with concern in his voice.

The three secretaries were hurrying back and forth between the file room and the offices with stacks of files in their hands. The senior agents were all talking on the phone as their eyes browsed the open files in front of them. Tom caught sight of Mr. Hart coming out of his office followed by his executive secretary, Tamara Stevens.

Tom was always a little frightened of Tamara. She dressed fashionably with a sense of style that showed off her body without flaunting it. She was in her early thirties with shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes that always seemed to appraise the person she was looking at.

"Hello, Miss Anya...Tom," greeted Mr. Hart. "I wasn't expecting to see you until Wednesday. We haven't heard from Mr. Silverman. Have you heard anything?"

"No, sir," replied Tom. "What's going on, if I might ask?"

"Damage control," replied Mr. Hart. "We're contacting our clients for a friendly chat, so that when this story of his disappearance breaks, they won't go to pieces worrying about if he has stolen their money or not. We're just giving them some assurance that we are watching out for our clients."

"Is any money missing?" asked Anya.

"No, and we have triple-checked each account," stated Mr. Hart. "I looked at your grandfather's account right after I checked Ms. Covington's. They're both in perfect order. Ms. Covington called me this morning and requested that I take over her account. I'll be moving both her's and your grandfather's to a confidential file under my control."

"I just stopped by to pick up a couple of things I left here Saturday," said Tom. "I'll be here bright and early on Wednesday."

"I know you will be," said Mr. Hart warmly. "I wish I could say things will be back to normal by then, but I doubt it. The SEC may be here by then. If you all will excuse me, I need to get back to work. Miss Anya, it's been a pleasure to see you again."

"Come on," whispered Tom urgently to Anya and James after Mr. Hart and Tamara went back into his office.

"What's the matter?" asked Anya, following after Tom as he quickly walked down a corridor.

"Your grandfather asked me to get Covington's file," said Tom as he led them to Silverman's office. He could not suppress a shudder of fear as he crossed over the threshold. "Once Mr. Hart gets it, it will be impossible for anyone to get a look at it."

Tom was familiar with Silverman's filing system. It only took him a few seconds to find Covington's thick file folder. He grabbed the staple puller and stapler off Silverman's desk before heading out the door.

"Here...pull the staple out of this," ordered Tom as he handed Anya the first sheaf of papers out of the folder.

He turned into the alcove where the copier was located. Anya yanked out the staple and Tom placed the papers into the top hopper. He handed another set of stapled papers to Anya as he began printing out the first set.

"Uh-oh!" warned James, who had been keeping a lookout for anyone coming down the corridor. "Hart's assistant is heading this way."

"Stall her!" hissed Tom. "If she catches me with these papers..."

"Gotcha!" replied James as he headed down the corridor to cut her off.

Tom broke out in a sweat and he tried to calm down as he hurriedly copied papers as fast as possible. He almost jammed the copier once by not aligning the papers in the hopper and Anya hissed in anxiety. Tom's whole focus was on copying and listening for Tamara's footsteps.

"Easy," cautioned Anya after he almost tore a page in half. "James will keep her busy."

"Yeah, but he's not the one who's going to be fired and sent to jail for this," said Tom testily.

Tom did settle down, but maintained a stony silence as he and Anya made copies of the entire file. As Anya stapled together the last group of pages, he sighed in both relief and chagrin.

"I'm sorry," he apologized to Anya. "It's just..."

"Don't worry about it," interrupted Anya, stuffing the copies into her purse. "Let's get this back before it is missed."

Tom picked up the file and headed back up the hallway to Silverman's office. Halfway back, he stopped dead in his tracks causing Anya to run into his back.

"What?" asked Anya.

"Mr. Hart," said Tom quietly as he saw his boss with his hands on his hips looking around the office area as if searching for someone. "Quickly, in here!"

Tom opened the door to the storeroom and hustled Anya in. They both froze when they realized that they were not alone in the large room.

"What was that?" Tom heard Tamara ask out of sight on the far side of the stacked shelves.

"I didn't hear anything, darlin'," replied James, "except the beating of our hearts."

"You're one smooth talker," murmured Tamara. "I think I'm going to have to watch out for silver-tongued Texans."

Tom and Anya heard movement on the far side of the room, which was followed by a feminine moan of pleasure and a masculine gasp of ecstasy. The moan and groans became louder as did the kissing. Tom felt his face become hot with embarrassment and turned to head out the door. It was then that he saw the knob on the door begin to turn slowly.

Tom firmly grasped Anya by the shoulders and pulled her backwards. The door slowly opened, forcing Tom back up against a shelf. There was barely two and a half feet between the door and the shelf with Tom and Anya sandwiched in between. Mr. Hart slowly crept into the storage room.

Mr. Hart was only a foot away from Anya and Tom as the door closed silently. His back was to them as he cocked his head to hear the sounds of passion emanating from the back. Tom held his breath, sure that Mr. Hart would turn around and see them. Tom blinked his eyes in surprise when Mr. Hart began to sneak forward and turned at the end of the aisle.

Tom tapped Anya on the shoulder and pointed down towards the end of the aisle. She looked at him in surprise, shook her head, and pointed towards the door. Tom knew that if they opened the door Mr. Hart would catch sight of them. He again pointed towards the end of the aisle and slowly moved in that direction. Tom knew the shelves along the far wall were about three feet deep and there was a space between two of the shelves where he and Anya could hide. With any luck, they would not be spotted.

Tom looked around the corner of the aisle and saw Mr. Hart crouching several feet away. The moaning was getting louder in the back area and Mr. Hart seemed to be watching what was going on there from between the shelves.

Tom saw the break between the shelves on the far wall and pulled Anya towards it. His eyes widened in fear as he saw Mr. Hart tense up and begin to turn around. He flattened his back against the wall and pulled Anya tight up against him. Holding his breath, he prayed that his boss would not walk down the aisle to investigate what he thought he saw or heard.

"Oh, my! What they say must be true!" gasped Tamara in passion. "Everything is big in Texas!"

"You keep pulling on it and it's gonna shoot off right in your hand," panted James, who then groaned loudly. "Squeezing it will do the same thing."

"So...what's your point?" Tom heard Tamara ask.

"I've got a better idea," said James. "Let's spin you around like so...bend over slightly...and..."




Fated Destiny Ch. 03



"Oh, yeah, cowboy!" moaned Tamara in obvious delight. "All the way in! Oh, fuck, yeah! Oh! Oh! Oh!..."

The sound of flesh slapping up against flesh seemed to resonate throughout the room. Tom was holding Anya close to him, but he dared not move for fear of alerting Mr. Hart. James and Tamara were gasping heavily and the musky smell of raw sex permeated the room. Tom felt his cock twitch and quickly closed his eyes to try to block out the sounds and smell.

Unfortunately, erotic images of James and Tamara flitted through Tom's mind, punctuated by the sounds of their lust. The fact that Anya was pressed up against him and that her scent mixed in with the musk did not help matters. His prick continued to swell, but at the wrong angle, which was becoming very painful to Tom.

"Hsst!" hissed Anya softly as Tom squirmed a little to relieve the pain. She pressed against him to hold him still, but then her eyes opened wide when she felt his hard, bent cock rub up against her thigh.

Tom almost groaned as the added pressure of her thigh against his bent dick shot a jolt of pain into his balls. He wriggled his legs back and forth in an attempt to straighten out his cock. Anya leaned back and glanced down the aisle where Mr. Hart was crouching down. He was totally absorbed with the scene involving James and Tamara. She pulled her head back in and reached down with both hands. One hand pulled Tom's waistband out and the other reached in to straighten out his large cock.

Time seemed to stop as Tom and Anya both stared at each other as if in shock. The passionate sounds coming from James and Tamara had increased as had the pace of his thighs slapping up against hers. Anya's eyes slowly changed to one of determination and Tom felt her hand grip his hard cock as she began to slide it up and down his shaft.

"An..." he started to say, but she quickly put a finger to his lips and shook her head to tell him not to talk.

Anya's hand was pumping Tom's thick prick and her full lips parted in a slight smile as she watched him shudder in pleasure. Tom dared not move or make a sound. He could feel the tension building rapidly in his balls. He started to gather up his strength to keep from moaning in delight.

"Harder! Harder!" gasped Tamara. "I'm almost...almost...Oh, Baby! Oh, baby! OH, BABY!!!"

Tom heard James grunt loudly and inhale sharply. He knew James was climaxing and that thought set off his own. With a shudder, he felt his balls tighten up and he forced himself not to gasp as his cock pulsated. Tom grasped Anya's shoulders as he spurted out wad after wad of thick, liquid seed. Anya hugged him close with her free arm as she felt him splatter over her hand holding onto his prick.

As Tom's climax subsided, Anya withdrew her hand out of his pants. They both froze when they heard Mr. Hart begin to move. Mr. Hart carefully made his way back to the door and silently left the storeroom. Tom pointed towards the door and Anya nodded. They also left the storeroom quietly.

"Anya, I..." Tom started to say, but stopped in embarrassment.

"You need to get cleaned up as do I," said Anya with a leer and holding up her cum-coated hand. "I'll meet you back at Silverman's office."

Tom nodded, unable to find the words to express the feelings he had. He went to the men's room to clean up. His emotions were kind of in a whirl as if this latest incident was too much for his brain to process. Shaking his head to clear it, Tom quickly took off his stained underwear and buried it in the trashcan. He cleaned the sperm off his body and put his pants back on.

Grabbing Covington's file, Tom left the restroom and went to Mr. Hart's office. Tamara was not at her desk, but Mr. Hart was in his office. Tom rapped his knuckles on the doorframe.

"Come in, Tom."

"You said you wanted Ms. Covington's file, so I picked it up from Mr. Silverman's office for you," said Tom, handing over the file. "I would have given it to Ms. Stevens, but she's...uh...not at her desk."

"Thank you," said Mr. Hart with a knowing smile. "I sent Ms. Stevens for this file, but it appears that she became engaged in something else. Why don't you get out of here? I'll see you Wednesday morning."

Tom nodded at the dismissal and left. He headed back to Silverman's office where he found Anya and James waiting there for him. Tom's step faltered when Anya smiled brightly at him. He also felt his face become hot and knew he was blushing.

"Where's the file?" asked Anya.

"I...uh...gave it to Mr. Hart," replied Tom. "You still have the copies, right?"

"Right here," stated Anya, patting her purse.

"We need to get a move on," griped James. "We should make it back in time, though."

"What are you complaining about?" asked Anya as they started to walk towards the exit. "You had to distract the lovely Miss Stevens. That shouldn't have been too hard a task...or was it?"

James gave her a hard look and said, "Yeah, and I had to leave you two with the big task of making copies."

"It was big alright!" quipped Anya as they walked outside.

Anya turned to say something to Tom. She was surprised to see that he was not walking beside her. Anya slowed and looked around behind her. Tom was standing there with a shocked look on his pale face. James stopped, wondering what was going on. Anya suddenly realized what she had said and took a step towards Tom.

"Tom, I'm so sorry," she apologized. "I..."

"I've got to get my car," said Tom in a panic, backing away from her. "I'll...I'll meet you there."

Tom practically dashed off into the garage. Anya watched him go with a stricken look on her face. James sighed and shook his head.

"Girl, are you ever gonna learn to watch what you say?" he asked her.

"I wish I could," stated Anya despondently as they also headed into the garage. "How did you know?"

Gretta kinda spread the story of Tom's...attribute after she saw him getting out of bed that first morning he was with us," replied James. "I'm guessing that's how you found out."

"Not quite," said Anya hesitantly, looking down at her hands. "We had to hide in the storeroom and things got out of hand."

"...Or in your hand," corrected James, interpreting her glance. "Give him some space and, for God's sake, don't tease him anymore."

Tom ran up the garage stairs, unwilling to wait for the elevator, to the third level where he had parked his car. The exertion of running up the stairs reduced his anxiety. Anya's comment had brought back all of his high school and college fears. He knew she had not meant it maliciously. Tom reached his car and leaned his forehead against the cool window to help him settle down.

"Mr. Parta?"

Tom jerked upright and jumped back at the sound of the unexpected voice. Standing about ten feet away was a thin middle-age man. He was wearing dirty blue jeans and a scruffy greatcoat. His long pointed nose and haunted beady eyes made him resemble a rat in Tom's eyes.

"What do you want?" asked Tom angrily, both from the scare the man had given him and from his recent anxiety attack.

"Mistress Covington wants to see you," replied the man.

"I'm not going to see her!" exclaimed Tom in alarm.

"It's not a request," said the man with an evil grin.

"I'm late for a police interview now," said Tom.

"So?"

"Does your mistress want the police coming around again when I don't show up for the interview?" asked Tom.

The man's face took on an ugly expression. Tom's hope soared when he realized that police attention was something that Covington did not want. The man recognized Tom's realization and stepped back several feet.

"Mistress Covington will see you...soon," said the man. "You are just postponing the inevitable."

With that said, the man turned and scuttled away. Tom wiped the sweat off his forehead and climbed into his car, locking the doors as soon as he was seated. He started his car and headed back towards Dr. Maleski's house. After his incident with Anya, Tom actually thought about going home and calling Detectives O'Malley and Smith to meet them back at their office. His run-in with one of Covington's agents cancelled out that plan.

Tom pulled into the mansion's driveway just in time to see the detectives exit from their unmarked police car. O'Malley gave him a hard look as Tom pulled off to the side and parked.

"Where have you been?" she asked Tom as he walked over towards them.

"Getting clean clothes," snapped Tom, stung by her harsh question. "...and getting my car, since I don't expect Dr. Maleski's chauffer to drive me everywhere."

Colleen opened her mouth to retort, but Tom had already turned around and stomped off towards the house. She spun around to turn on her partner when she heard Smith chuckling behind her.

"Great interview technique you got there, Colleen," laughed Bob Smith. "Piss off the subject before the interview even starts. I thought you only did that to suspects."

"What makes you think he's not a suspect?" asked Colleen angrily.

"I'd better handle the interview," said Bob.

"I can do my job!" stated Colleen hotly.

"Then you'd better cool down and get some perspective," said Bob flatly. "The kid has had little or no sleep and is probably dosed up on caffeine. He was probably not eating much, both the wrong stuff at the wrong time. I think he went delirious and saw something occur between Silverman and Covington."

"She's got a solid alibi," interjected Colleen.

"Yeah, I know," replied Bob. "She was at that gala with a dozen witnesses, who include the Lieutenant-Governor and the Mayor. The only way she could have gotten back and forth between the two locations is if she flew. Nonetheless, Parta may have seen something to bring out this delusion. Maybe Silverman took off to get things straightened out before he returns. There's still that possibility."

"Too many people are hiding things from us," stated Colleen. "You do the talking with Parta. He has shyness issues and may open up more to you. I'll check around with everyone else here and see where he's been over the weekend."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go."

Colleen wandered around the strangely deserted mansion while Bob interviewed Tom. She heard other people in the house, but did not see or encounter them. Colleen realized that she was being watched and avoided. With grim determination, she set off briskly towards the last sound she had heard and ended up in the library. There was no one there.

"Great," muttered Colleen darkly. "I guess I'll just stay here until someone shows up."

Walking around and looking at the shelves, Colleen's interest was piqued and then increased by what she saw. The library was more from 18th century England than a 21st century American home. Exotic artifacts, such as monkey's paws, insect collections, urns, and even a shrunken head were spaced about between the leather-bound books. One section of shelving was just on paranormal activity. Colleen looked closer as some of the titles and discovered that quite a few were written in other languages.

One item there grabbed her attention. It was a skull with sharp pointed teeth about the size of a head of lettuce. Colleen could have sworn it belonged to a cat, except for the two three inch horns coming out of the top of the skull.

"Fascinating, isn't it?"

Colleen yelped in fright at the sound of the voice coming from behind her. Spinning away, she bounced off a large stuffed chair and banged into the wall. The books rattled ominously as her hand automatically reached for her service weapon.

"I am terribly sorry," apologized Sergi. "I did not mean to frighten you. Are you hurt?"

"Just my pride," stated Colleen, rubbing her aching shoulder.

"I am sorry," repeated Sergi. He gestured towards the skull. "What do you think?"

Colleen's eyes searched Sergi's face for any duplicity or mockery. She saw the intelligence there and a wonder as to how she would answer his question.

"It appears to be a clever fabrication," she said.

"Fabrication..." mused Sergi. "Why could it not be real?"

"If it was real, it would be in a museum of natural history," said Colleen. "I find it more believable that it was manufactured to pull a scam on the public."

"Believability..." murmured Sergi. "...and what do you believe in, Miss O'Malley?"

"Belief?" asked Colleen in derision. She reached over and grabbed a round, tall wooden sculpture off a shelf. "I'd sooner believe that this thing could come to life than believe that skull is real."

Colleen never got a chance to say another word as liquid heat flashed up her arm and engulfed her entire body. Her vision dimmed and was replaced by a reddish haze. She began panting as her body heated up in a passionate fire. Colleen gasped as a vision appeared before her. She saw herself totally naked with her legs splayed apart. Her vision of herself was screaming out in lustful abandon as her head twisted from side to side, whipping her red hair back and forth.

Colleen's vision had the twelve-inch long, round wooden sculpture grasped with both hands. She was plunging the cylindrical object repeatedly in and out of her dripping pussy. Colleen suddenly shivered and shook as all the passion, lust, and sexual tension displayed by the image of her vision transferred over to her real body.

Colleen gasped in great heaving breaths. Her nipples hardened into tight nubs until they ached. She broke out in a sweat as waves of hot passion pulsed through her body. Colleen moaned and then cried out as a massive orgasm overtook her.

"I'll take that if you don't mind."

Colleen's mind snapped back to reality. Her breath was coming out in long, ragged gasps and she found herself sprawl-legged on the floor with her arms draped back on the stuffed chair. Her red hair was plastered to her sweaty brow and she could feel the sopping wetness between her legs. The musky smell of her sex filled the air.

"I really should put this in the vault," commented Sergi, looking at and holding the sculpture.

"What...What is that thing?" gasped Colleen as she tried to struggle to her feet.

"Something that is not alive, but wants to be," replied Sergi, helping Colleen into the chair. "...or would you rather believe that I did something to you?"

"No. I don't believe that, since I grabbed it. I was an...effective way to prove your point, though," said Colleen, who was starting to feel violated.

Sergi moved away and sat down so his head was level with hers.

"I would never have tried to prove my point that way," said Sergi softly. "It was unfortunate that you grabbed this talisman. It is my fault for having left it out where anyone could have gotten a hold of it. I am very sorry for any discomfort it has caused you."

"Thank you," replied Colleen. "Was...Was it real?"

"I would have to ask you to define 'real'," stated Sergi. "What matters is if you believe that what happened was real. If you do not, then in a few days you will convince yourself that it was a hallucination brought on by stress and exhaustion. You could also believe that I drugged you, but that would not be true. What do you believe?"

"It goes against everything that I have been taught," said Colleen. She looked at the talisman in Sergi's hands. "Why isn't it affecting you?"

"I know what it is and what is does. I can counter most of its effects."

"Most?" asked Colleen.

"It sends me visions that are like daydreams," replied Sergi. "I can stop them before they become powerful."

"What sort of visions?" asked Colleen. She then considered that her question may have been intrusive. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to...find out about..."

"I understand," said Sergi. "The vision I keep receiving is of you tied over the desk, while I am in your rear end and the talisman is in your vagina."

"Oh!" gasped Colleen, turning bright red.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about," chuckled Sergi. "The talisman focuses on a person's perverse sexual fascination. Excuse my prying, but do you use...objects for sex?"

"No! Never!" exclaimed Colleen hotly and standing up. She started towards the door and then stopped. "About two years ago, we were looking for a missing girl who had gotten tied up with a pornography ring. Their specialty was giant dildos. I couldn't believe the size of them or imagine how those girls managed to get so much inside themselves." Colleen then laughed. "I guess your perversion is anal intercourse."

Sergi smiled and stood up. "Not quite, law enforcement officials and I quite often do not see eye to eye. Having a beautiful female detective bound helpless..." Sergi shrugged noncommittally. "Would you and Detective Smith care to stay for lunch?"

"No, thank you," replied Colleen. "We need to get back to the office."

"Of course," replied Sergi as he picked up his cane. "Allow me to escort you to the front door."

Colleen followed Sergi back to the door where Bob was waiting for her. After saying good-bye, the two detectives headed towards their car.

"Nothing new from Parta," commented Bob as the climbed into the vehicle. "His story is still that fantastic bullshit he gave us before. He really believes it. I think he was so exhausted that he fell asleep and dreamed the whole thing. We have a bunch of loose ends and nothing to tie it up with into a neat package. Did you get anything from the doctor?"

"Just some perspective," stated Colleen. "I don't think we're going to find Silverman."

"You okay?" asked Bob. "You sound tired."

"I am tired," replied Colleen.

"You need some time off," said Bob, starting up the car. "When was the last time you took a vacation...a year and a half ago or so? You need to find yourself a boyfriend and not a scumbag like the last one." Bob's lips curled into a sneer as he said, "Dirk...all muscle, no brains, and hyped up on all those enhancement drugs. I should've shot him after he beat you."

"Yes, poppa."

"Don't you 'poppa' me," snorted Bob. "You need to get laid and I know your mother wouldn't tell you that unless there was a wedding ceremony beforehand."

"You have that right," agreed Colleen. "She still hits me up three or four times a week about my biological clock ticking away or inviting me over for dinner with a nice boy she knows."

"Why don't you take some time off and make time for yourself?" asked Bob. "This case is going nowhere. You need to find out what is real in your life."

"...what is real..." thought Colleen. "What if the talisman was real...no, not if...the talisman is real. Maybe Parta's story was real, too. I need to find out and without the red tape that goes along with this job."

"Do you think you can survive without me for a couple of weeks?" she asked Bob.



Fated Destiny Ch. 04



Tom was still moping in the morning room where he had been interviewed when Sergi found him. Sergi looked down compassionately at the young man slouched down on the sofa. He remembered back to his first encounter with the supernatural. Sergi knew of the shock, disbelief, and turmoil Tom was going through to come to grips with this new reality. Sergi cleared his throat at which Tom looked up and then jumped to his feet.

"Thank you, Thomas," said Sergi, holding up a file for Tom to see. "Anya just gave this to me. I know it was a difficult decision, morally and ethically, for you to make."

Tom could not stop his lip from curling into a grimace at Anya's name.

"She's makes my life difficult, too," chuckled Sergi. "I spoiled her when I should have spanked her, but she's bright, intelligent, and full of life."

Tom had to smile at Sergi's obvious adoration for his granddaughter.

"...and let's not forget too keen of a wit and a mouth that does not know when to stay closed," added Sergi, which started Tom laughing. "Shall we go over the file and track down our quarry's lair?"

"Have you...thought about taking her money?" asked Tom, looking thoughtfully at the file. "I don't mean for ourselves, but a lack of funds would hamper her, wouldn't it?"

"Impractical for a number of reasons, Thomas," replied Sergi. "First, it would implicate you and your firm. Second, detectives are very adept at what they call following the money. It would not stay hidden long. Third, I do not believe Covington would keep all of her eggs in a single basket. As sizeable as her assets seem in this file, I am positive that it is only a portion of her wealth."

"It was just a thought," stated Tom.

"It was good in principle, but you are not a thief," said Sergi, kindly. "You did not think it through to all of the possible conclusions and consequences." Sergi scrutinized Tom's face. "You are tired...go and rest."

"No, I'll give you a hand with the file."

"No, Thomas," stated Sergi firmly. "Go and rest. Let your mind and emotions process what you have seen. Go down to the pool. I have had a gym built next to it."

"I didn't bring anything to swim in," said Tom, blushing slightly.

Sergi gave him a hard stare before turning away and said, "Jump in fully clothed or with no clothes on at all. The nearest neighbors are kilometers away. Go have fun. I can go through the file myself."

Sergi left Tom alone in the morning room. Having nothing better to do, Tom headed down to the pool. The Olympic-size pool was next to a large two-story building. The water looked inviting, but Tom just knew that if he jumped in naked, Gretta was sure to show up. Tom paused a he heard faint thumping sounds coming from inside the building. Going inside through the men's locker room door, Tom was surprised to find a spiral staircase inside leading upwards. The noise was coming down through the opening above.

Tom climbed up the spiral staircase cautiously, unsure of what was causing the noise. He found himself in a spectator area with tiered benches, looking down on the floor of the gymnasium. Only the light illuminating the gym were on, leaving his location in dark shadows.

Half of the gym was set up for basketball. The other half of the floor was covered with mats and had al sorts of gymnastic and boxing equipment situated around. The noise Tom heard was being caused by Anya kicking and punching a heavy canvas bag.

"Stupid!" grunted Anya as her foot lashed out at the bag. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"

"Tom..."

Tom turned when he heard his name called out softly from behind him. In the dim light, he saw Hannah sitting a couple of rows higher up. She beckoned for him to join her. Hannah moved over a seat so Tom had to sit down on the unscarred side of her face.

"Rough morning?" asked Hannah, not looking at Tom, but watching Anya punch at the heavy bag.

"I've had better," quipped Tom.

Hannah shook with a little snort of laughter.

"Yeah, right!" she said with a trace of sarcasm. "You're wearing clean clothes that don't belong to Tex. You've got your wheels. You got the file without getting caught and something personal happened between you and Anya."

"What?" exclaimed Tom quietly and a little startled. "How could you tell?"

"From the way she's taking out her frustrations on that bag, and by your ticked-off attitude," replied Hannah. "Do me a favor and close your eyes."

"Okay," said Tom as he closed his eyes.

"Describe me."

"Frizzy brown hair...down past the shoulders...and the, uh...the, um..."

"Scars?" supplied Hannah.

"Yes, the scars," stated Tom, feeling his face burn in embarrassment. "Your eyes are...uh...I don't know."

"That's okay, Tom," said Hannah. "It takes awhile for people to get past the scars. Some never do. I've learned to live with it. Will you do me another favor?"

"Sure," said Tom Looking into her brown eyes. Seeing past the scars, tom suddenly realized that Hannah was pretty and her face reflected her inner strength.

"Will you stand up and drop your trousers?"

"What? Here?" hissed Tom in shock. He then asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"Just to see what the big deal is that gets you so worked up," replied Hannah calmly.

"Fine," snapped Tom angrily.

Ho stood up and unzipped his jeans. Tom then yanked his pants and underwear down and placed his hands on his hips, while glaring as Hannah. Hannah stared at his cock for a long time. Tom's anger began to subside and his nervousness grew as Hannah's silence dragged on. Worse still, his prick began to stiffen up under her constant gaze.

"Impressive," stated Hannah at long last as she turned to watch Anya again.

Tom stood still, unsure of what to do in the face of Hannah's seemingly indifference. He slowly pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt. In a daze, he sat down beside her again.

"Hannah, I don't understand."

"Don't you?" asked Hannah. "Your Johnston is the same as my scars, only not as visible. It's a part of you you're just going to have to learn to live with. I can imagine you growing up with something that size. It must have been extremely embarrassing, especially if you made out with girls who lacked the maturity to deal with it...intimately, lovingly, and, most importantly, privately. Let me guess, you shunned intimacy and sex after a while."

"Yes, I did," replied Tom grudgingly.

"Some men are totally repulsed by my scars," stated Hannah. "Others find them highly erotic. Neither type can see past them to see the real me, but..." Hannah looked at Tom with a big smile on her face. "...every now and then, there's one who sees me and knows the scars are only a small part of the whole person. Ah, I think Anya has finally worked out all of her frustrations."

Tom looked down to the gym floor. Anya had collapsed onto the mat, both perspiring and breathing heavily. He leaned over and kissed Hannah on the cheek.

"Thanks, Hannah."

"You're welcome, Tom. Uh, you don't mind if I have a couple of erotic dreams about you tonight?"

"I guess I'll have to learn to live with it," chuckled Tom as he stood and headed down to the gym.

"Good boy," said Hannah as he left.

Tom went down to the locker room and walked out into the gym. Anya looked up when she heard his footsteps.

"Oh, Tom..." she gasped breathlessly. Anya tried to get up, but only managed to prop herself up on one elbow. "I'm...I'm so...sorry. I...didn't...mean..."

"I know," said Tom, cutting her off. "Your grandfather needs to see you immediately."

"Gimme...gimme a couple....couple of minutes," panted Anya.

"It's urgent," said Tom, bending down and scooping her up effortlessly.

"Put me down," stated Anya, feebly struggling to get free.

"When we get to the house," replied Tom as he headed towards the door.

Once outside, Tom started to skirt around the pool when Anya said, "Tom, I really would like to apologize. I know I hurt your feelings by trivializing and making fun of what happened. I really am sorry."

Tom stopped and sighed before saying, "I've been teased about my...size since I can remember. It's been pointed out to me that I may be overly sensitive about it."

"You're overly sensitive and I lack impulse control," said Anya, shaking her head.

"Hmm, lack of impulse control..." mused Tom just before he tossed her into the pool.

Tom smiled as her shriek was cut short by a loud, satisfying splash. Anya came up sputtering and coughing as she splashed over to the side of the pool. She coughed a couple more times and shook the water from her eyes.

"Does this mean we're even?" she asked.

"If you like," replied Tom with a smile.

"God, this water is cold," said Anya as she hiked herself out of the pool. Tom could not help, but notice her nipples poking out as her t-shirt plastered right up against her skin. "Did grandfather really need me?"

"No," stated Tom.

"We're even, then. Truce?" asked Anya, holding out her hand.

"Truce," said Tom, shaking her hand.

"Good because I need a hot shower," said Anya, shivering a little. She looked slyly at Tom. "Care to join me?"

Tom felt himself blush and said, "Maybe next time. Let's not push this truce to its limits just yet."

Anya smiled and then shivered again. Without another word, she turned and trotted back into the gym. Tom smiled to himself as he realized he felt good about himself.

Tom decided to head back into the house and found Sergi in the library. Sergi and James were bent over Covington's file. Maria was also there at a computer terminal looking at a satellite photograph.

"Hey, partner," greeted James upon seeing Tom. "This stuff is a gold mine. We've found three properties that Covington has purchased and possibly two more that were bought by dummy corporations she owns."

"Five places?" exclaimed Tom.

"Possibly more than that, Thomas," stated Sergi.

"How will we know where she is?" asked Tom.

"By reasoning, surveillance, and a little luck," said Sergi. "Their limitations make vampires paranoid. They trust no one. Covington's mansion is a place to meet people, like the police when they interviewed her, and a place to give out orders to her underlings. She will not stay there during the day. She will not want it known that she owns the property where she rests. I believe that the two places owned by the dummy corporations are our best bet."

"Oops, make that three places, doc," said James.

"Thomas, please study these maps and photographs," ordered Sergi. "They are of an abandoned farmhouse out in the country. I think it is a low priority because abandoned property attracts attention, like juveniles looking for a place to park or developers looking for places to build. We should still examine it. I would like you and Gretta to go there before dark."

"Uh..." stammered Tom, nervous about being alone with Gretta.

"Doc, that's like putting a lit match to a powder keg...with Tom being the match," stated James seriously.

Sergi frowned and said, "The only other choice is Anya and Thomas, who has already had enough difficulties with her today."

"Dr. Maleski, Gretta's fine," interjected Tom quickly. He thought Sergi would find it amusing that he had thrown his granddaughter into the pool, but he was sure that James and Maria would tease Anya about it. He did not want to put any strain on the truce they had made. "I'll go and tell her."

"Hold up, partner," said James as he pointed to the wall beside the door. "Just ring her up over there."

Tom looked and saw a small panel with twelve buttons on it. Several of the buttons were labeled with a person's name. Tom pushed the button labeled 'Gretta'. It was only a minute or two later before Gretta flounced into the room in her maid's outfit.

"You rang?" she asked Tom with a sly smile.

"You and Thomas are going to check out an abandoned property owned clandestinely by Covington," said Sergi. "I want both of you away from there before darkness falls."

"Jahwol, Herr Doctor," said Gretta. She turned back to Tom and said, "I'll meet you outside in five minutes."

"Here you go...directions, map, photos..." said James as he handed Tom a sheaf of papers. "...You ever driven on the autobahn?"

"No," replied Tom hesitantly.

"I suggest you'd better drive then. Do you want to use your car or one of our's?"

"I'll take my own."

"Better hurry before Gretta gets outside," advised James with a smile.

Tom had just pulled his car up to the front door when Gretta walked out. She was dressed in hiking boots, tight blue jean cutoffs, and a sleeveless black pullover, which stretched across her large breasts. She was carrying a black cross-body satchel. Tom's breath caught for a moment and thought that maybe he should have agreed with James and taken Anya. Gretta opened the passenger door to his car and got in.

"Do you know where we are going?" she asked. Tom nodded. "Good. Drive and give me those papers."

Tom headed out towards the country and Gretta studied the photographs and maps. Tom tensed every time she moved, sure that she was going to put a move on him sooner or later.

"Relax, Tom. This is business," said Gretta without looking up.

"Business and pleasure shouldn't mix," quipped Tom with an inward sigh of relief.

"Especially in this business," said Gretta seriously. "Did you know I was once possessed?" Tom nodded. "I used sex to get things I wanted, to make things happen, or for revenge. I hurt a lot of people, broke up some marriages, and just did not care about it. I heard of one thing I absolutely had to have. I obtained it and the demon that went with it. I did unspeakable things after that. Sergi found me and the demon was exorcised. I won't go back to that type of life."

"But you keep...uh...er..." stammered Tom, blushing slightly.

"Oh, I like sex...a lot!" laughed Gretta, "but you're safe until we get back to Herr Doctor's house. You know it could even be fun!"

"I...uh...um..." groped Tom, unable to speak through his embarrassment.

"Enough of that," stated Gretta smartly. "There appears to be a side road two hundred meters from the house. Halt there. We will walk up the street as if we are taking a hike. If the place looks deserted, we will take a closer look."

"Sounds like a plan to me," said Tom.

It was getting towards late afternoon when Tom pulled off the main street and parked on a small dirt road. Tom saw that the dirt road went up and over a hill down to a large patch of woods. Trees lined either side of the road and it was evident that it had not been used for a very long while.

"Come on," said Gretta, getting out of Tom's car. "It's just down the road."

Tom climbed out and joined Gretta on the paved street. As they walked down towards the farmhouse, Tom looked around. There was not another house or barn in sight. The whole area appeared to be deserted. Tom suddenly flinched when Gretta linked her arm in his.

"Lighten up," she said with a smile. "We're supposed to be having fun on a hike. You're frowning and staring at everything suspiciously. Oh, look a golden finch!"

Tom relaxed as Gretta held onto his arm and pointed out various birds, trees, and plants. Tom realized that she was pointing out these things so they could look around without appearing to be scrutinizing the area. The only distraction he had was that her huge breasts were rubbing up and down on his arm. Tom felt his face flush and tried to ignore it.

"Oooo, look...an abandoned house!" gushed Gretta. "Do you think it is haunted?"

"Could be," said Tom, looking at the house. It was an old stone house overgrown with ivy with trees that had grown up around it. The windows were so dirty it was hard to see inside.

"I want a picture!" said Gretta, reaching into her satchel and pulled out a digital camera. "Stand over there. I want a couple of shots with you in front of the house."

Tom laughed and moved over to the spot Gretta had indicated for him to stand. He struck a couple of poses as Gretta snapped pictures.

"My turn," said Gretta as she skipped up to Tom. As she handed him the camera, she murmured under her breath, "Watch the house and not me...watch for any movement."

"Okay," whispered Tom.

Tom took five pictures of Gretta and the house when she held up her hand.

"Is anything coming down the road?" she asked.

Tom looked to his left and right and said, "No."

"Wunderbar!" exclaimed Gretta, who then pulled off her shirt.

Tom stood still as Gretta's huge breasts bounced into view. His eyes seemed to snap back and forth between her and house. Gretta put her hands on her hips and frowned at him.

"Pictures, dumkoft...before someone comes!"

Tom managed to get the camera up and began snapping pictures. He remembered Gretta's instructions to watch the house, but it was hard to do with her posing so that she was showing off her tits. Tom swallowed hard when her shorts followed her shirt onto the grass.

"Car coming," exclaimed Tom as he heard a car driving up the road.

Gretta hurried over and yanked on her shorts and shirt. She got them on just in time as a blue car drove past them. She hopped over to Tom and put her arm around his waist as she took the camera back from him. Tom just wished his cock was not rock-hard.

"See any movement?" asked Gretta, looking at the display on the camera.

Tom cleared his throat and said, "Not in the house."

Gretta looked up at him, smiled, and said, "You're a nice guy. You and I could have a very good time if you would loosen up a bit more. Come on. I want to look out back."

Gretta turned and, still acting as a ditzy girl with a camera, bounced around towards the back of the farmhouse. Tom, following her, tried to act like her boyfriend, while also watching for movement inside the house. At the back of the house, Gretta began walking backwards to take a picture of the entire structure.

"STOP!" yelled Tom as he raced forward, grabbed Gretta by the arms, and yanked her to him.

"Oof!" grunted Gretta as she smacked into Tom's chest.

Her arms automatically went around his neck. Looking back over her shoulder, Gretta saw what Tom had pulled her away from.

Directly behind her was a six foot wide stone well. The stones at the top were flush to the ground so there was no barrier from just steeping into the hole. Gretta shivered as she thought how close she had come to a nasty, and possibly fatal, fall.

"Thank you, Thomas," she said, looking back at him. "Do I get to kiss my hero?"

"Oh, hell," thought Tom as he bent down to give her a quick peck on the cheek.

What he had not counted on was Gretta's arms around his neck. Gretta tightened her arms and planted her lips right on top of his. Tom almost recoiled, but Hannah's words seemed to echo in his mind. Hugging Gretta tightly, he returned her kiss with equal fervor.

Gretta backed off after several seconds with astonishment and delight shining in her eyes.

"First base, as you Americans would say," she joked with a smile. "Maybe, second base next time?"

"Take it easy," said Tom, smiling. He then brought his head up as he heard a car approaching. "Car coming."

"Give me your hand and we'll stroll over to that small group of trees," said Gretta.

They walked hand in hand over to the trees. Tom was surprised to see a group of headstones there. He guessed it was the family plot for the original farm owners. Once there, Gretta knelt behind a bush and pulled a set of mini-binoculars out of her satchel. Tom heard the car approach and then stop.

"It's a blue car," said Gretta, watching it through the binoculars. "I think it is the same one that passed us by before. There is a woman driving it. She is looking around."

"May I see?" asked Tom and Gretta passed the binoculars over to him.

"It's Detective O'Malley," exclaimed Tom, looking at the car. "What's she doing here?"

"She must have followed us," said Gretta. She looked up as O'Malley drove off. "Come. It's getting late and we need to get back."




Fated Destiny Ch. 04



The drive back to Sergi's was without incident and without Gretta getting up close and personal with Tom. She spent the time making annotations to the maps they had brought with them. The sun was just setting when Tom pulled onto the driveway. Tom parked his car off to one side.

"Go see Herr Doctor and let him know we are back," said Gretta as she climbed out of his car. "Please show him the maps. I'll be down in a few minutes."

Tom went inside and found Sergi alone in the library.

"Ah, Thomas, how was your trip?" asked Sergi.

"Uneventful," admitted Tom. "Although, Detective O'Malley, the female officer, followed us there."

Sergi frowned. "Unfortunate...I hope she does not get into any trouble."

"The house was deserted," stated Tom, trying to alleviate Sergi's fears. "Gretta will be down in a few minutes. I brought in the maps."

Sergi chuckled and asked, "Did she strip down to nothing?"

"How did you know?" asked Tom, a bit startled by the question.

"It's part of her technique," said Sergi with a smile. "Gretta's not inhibited. When she starts taking off her clothes, she brings out the voyeur in all of us. She was watching the house to see if anyone was watching her."

"...and because no one came out, the place must be deserted," deduced Tom.

"Maybe," corrected Sergi. A person trained in cover and concealment would not reveal his position, even for so tempting a sight as our Gretta. It could also mean that they were not there at the time. Let us look at your maps."

Tom and Sergi went over the maps. Gretta had marked the entrances into the house, the location of the well, and even the tombstones they had found in the small copse of trees. They had just finished when Gretta came in. She tossed a manila envelope on a side table and handed a second envelope to Sergi. He opened it and pulled out a set of Photographs of the farm house.

"These are excellent, Gretta," said Sergi, looking through the pictures. "I'll give them to Hannah to scan into the computer."

All three of them looked up when Anya entered the library. She was wearing blue jeans and an old faded plaid shirt with her wait-length hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"How did it go?" she asked Tom.

"Good," answered Tom. "We have maps and photos of the place."

Anya looked at a couple of the photos and said, "I don't know why a vampire would want a place like this. I think it is too exposed from the road. Tom, how about you and I taking in a movie tonight? My treat."

"Uh..."

"I was going to ask you out," said Gretta with a little pout in her voice.

"Uh, it's been a rough and hectic day for me," stated tom, backing away from both of them. "I think I'll just turn in early tonight."

"We are done here. Thomas," said Sergi. "Go on ahead. I need to talk to Anya and Gretta."

Tom turned and heard Gretta say, "The envelope on the table is for you."

Tom grabbed the envelope and headed out the door. He stopped in the hallway, though, when he heard Sergi say, "In regards to Thomas..." Tom turned halfway back to listen.

"...I will not have the two of you fighting over him," said Sergi sternly. "He's bright and intelligent and painfully shy around women. Thomas is where we all were once, just starting to realize that the things that go bump in the night are real."

"So you want the two of us to leave him alone?" asked Anya.

"In regards to certain aspects of his life, yes," said Sergi. "You are all adults. What I do not want is for him to be more scared of you than Covington. That means no more embarrassing him, no more trying to get him into bed, no more seductions, and, most importantly, no more fighting over him."

"I'm sure the two of us can work something out," stated Gretta.

"Gretta..." warned Sergi sternly.

Tom backed away and went up to his room. He shook his head in wonder and puzzlement. He had two gorgeous women pursuing him who would not take no for an answer. Tom had been chased before, but where indifference and lack of attention had sent the others away, it did not seem to be working here.

"I guess Hannah was right," thought Tom. "I am going to have to learn to live with having a big dick. Sergi is also right...I should be scared a whole lot more of Covington than Gretta or Anya."

Tom reached over and snagged the envelope Gretta had given him. Opening it up, he pulled out the contents and then began to laugh. In side was a note from Gretta which stated, "Nice photos, don't you think?" along with about twenty nude photographs of Gretta he had taken of her outside the abandoned farmhouse.

The next morning after Tom woke up, he realized that it was Tuesday and he would have to return to work the next day. He dressed and made his bed before heading downstairs. Tom was slightly surprised to find only Sergi and Hannah in the kitchen.

"Everyone else is out looking at Covington's properties," explained Sergi.

"What would you like for breakfast?" asked Hannah.

"Anything that's not too much trouble," said Tom.

"Scrambled eggs and bacon?"

"Sounds good to me," replied Tom. "Sergi, thanks for your hospitality, but I'm going to have to go home today. I have to be back at work tomorrow. I'd still like to help out if I can."

"You have a part to play in all of this, Thomas," said Sergi. "You will not be left out. Please remember, the restrictions that apply to Covington do not apply to her human minions. You have already met one of them when you went to retrieve your car. I am positive she has others."

"I promise, no heroics," said Tom with a smile.

"Please stop by Thursday night for dinner," invited Sergi. "We should have completed the reconnaissance by then and we can discuss options for the weekend. Is six o'clock too early?"

"For Hannah's cooking?" asked Tom as Hannah put a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him. Tom could smell the onions and cheese she had added to the eggs. "I'll come anytime you say."

Hannah laughed and playfully swatted him on the arm. "Smart boy...complimenting the cook."

Tom finished off his breakfast and thanked Hannah. She hugged him and told him to be careful. Sergi walked with Tom out to his car.

"Heed Hannah's advice," said Sergi. "Be careful. Try not to jump at every little sound, though."

Tom left him and drove back to his apartment. He kept a watchful eye out for anything unusual. Only once did he spot something in an alleyway that did not look quite human, but he was past it before he managed to get a second look. Remembering Hannah's advice, he did not drive around the block to get another glance.

At the apartment, Tom grimaced as he entered it. He had been working such long hours at work and had been away for several days that the place was a mess. He remembered the embarrassment he felt when Anya came up to the apartment. After checking the locks on the windows and door, Tom began cleaning. Grabbing a load of clothes, he headed down to the laundry room, located in the building's basement, but he stopped in the hallway leading to the elevators.

"Oh, come on!" thought Tom mentally shaking himself. "Covington is not going to be waiting for me in the laundry room," and he proceeded down to it.

Apart from meeting Gus, the building's maintenance man, twice on his trips to the laundry room, Tom did not see anyone else. He quickly finished his chores and began doing vampire research on the Internet. It took him hours to shift through the millions of hits he received back on his first search. Tom almost called Sergi to see if he could help, but decided to do this on his own. Disregarding the numerous fiction novels, the Goth cultists, and the good old-fashioned crackpots, tom tried to stay with reputable sources. It just took him forever to find them. Even still, the sources could only speculate on vampires and their way of life. Gritty-eyed and tired, Tom turned off his computer and went to bed.

The next day seemed perfectly normal to Tom. He went into work, finished off the last few problems he had been working on, and went home. It was a little after six in the evening as Tom was fixing spaghetti for dinner when there was a knock on his door. Looking through the peephole, Tom was surprised to see Detective Smith standing in the hallway. Tom opened the door and Smith barged in.

"Have you seen O'Malley?" asked Smith belligerently, looking around the apartment as if trying to spot her there.

"Not since Monday afternoon when she followed us out to the country," stated Tom, concerned by Smith's obvious agitation.

"Us? Who's us?" asked Smith.

Gretta and I went on a hike," answered Tom. "Detective O'Malley drove past us twice in a blue car."

"Damn it! Where was this?"

"Off 25 on Middletown Road," replied Tom.

"I haven't heard from her, which is unusual, and I can't seem to reach her," said Smith in disgust. "I'll fry her ass if she took vacation to play private detective. This Gretta...she's at Maleski's place?" Tom shook his head affirmatively. "Good. You'd better be telling me the truth."

Tom did not get a chance to answer because Smith turned and left the apartment, banging the door loudly behind him. Tom stood there open-mouthed for a second before running over to the telephone to call Dr. Maleski. Tom grimaced when no one picked up the phone and the answering machine told him to leave a message.

"Dr. Maleski, this is Tom. Detective Smith is on his way over there. He thinks Detective O'Malley is missing. She's the one that followed Gretta and I to the old farmhouse. Call me when you get this."

Tom paced around his apartment for almost fifteen minutes before he had a thought.

"O'Malley might have fallen into the well," he thought. "If I leave now, I'll have about an hour of daylight to look around."

Tom grabbed his car keys and was soon driving towards the abandoned house. He hoped some of Sergi's people would be there. As he pulled onto the dirt road where he had parked before, Tom spotted a blue car parked further down. He looked around, but did not see anyone. He ran over to the blue car, but no one was inside it. Tom decided to forego subterfuge and ran down the road to the farmhouse.

"O'Malley!" he called out. "Detective O'Malley!"

Tom raced around to the back of the house and called out again. He heard a faint noise coming from the well and cautiously approached it.

"Detective?" he asked, trying to peer down into the dark hole.

"Yyyyyyes...I'm...I'm...freezing."

"Hold on," said Tom as he laid down on his stomach and crawled forward to look down into the well.

The well was dark and gloomy, but he could just make out a woman with reddish hair at the bottom in water that came up to her waist. Her arms were clasped tightly around her and he could hear her teeth chattering. The distance from the top to where she stood was too great for him to reach down and pull her out.

"Hold on," said Tom. "I need a rope or ladder."

Tom suddenly heard someone running towards him. He turned up on his side to see who it was and caught the toe of a boot full into his stomach. Tom's breath whooshed out and he flipped over onto his back. Tom did not have a chance to catch his breath as his attacker brought the heel of his boot down on Tom's stomach again. Another kick to his side flipped Tom over onto his stomach again. His attacker landed both of his knees on Tom's back.

"Easy, Reynolds...The mistress doesn't want this one hurt."

"Only making him easier to handle, Renfield," said the attacker on top of Tom, pulling Tom's arms back to snap a pair of handcuffs onto his wrists.

"Don't call me Renfield," snapped the other man. "Only the mistress can call me Renfield. The name is Harry...Harry Blair."

"Okay by me, Harry," said Reynolds. "Why does she call you Renfield?"

"I don't know."

Tom, gasping heavily, was just managing to keep his nausea down. He looked up and saw that Harry was the same ferret-faced man who had stopped Tom in the garage.

"Well, what are we going to do with him?" asked Reynolds.

"The mistress wants him, but she has plans for tonight," muttered Harry, almost to himself. "Mistress will be mad if not told and mad if she misses where she has to be."

"Call her on her cell phone," suggested Reynolds.

"No cell phone," responded Harry. "Electronics are not good around her. What to do?"

"Put him with the chick," stated Reynolds. "They won't get out of there."

"Yes! Then I can wait for the mistress," said Harry happily.

"Alright, buddy," said Reynolds, getting off Tom and grabbing him by the arm.

"Mistress says no clothes in well," said Harry sternly.

"Whatever turns her on," muttered Reynolds as he pulled out a butterfly knife.

The razor-sharp knife made short work of Tom's clothes. If he had not been in such pain from the kicking, Tom would have been embarrassed by his nudity. All he could really think about was of trying to escape, but Reynolds gave him no chance.

"Lie down and put your legs over the edge of the well," ordered Reynolds. "Don't try anything or I'll just kick you into it."

Tom saw Harry reach under the broken-down rear porch and pull out a length of rope. One end was attached under the porch and Harry played it out as he walked back to the well. He tossed the remainder down into the well. Reynolds knelt behind Tom and unfastened the handcuffs.

"Go on and lower yourself down," said Reynolds, backing away with his knife in his hand.

Tom saw no way out of it, so he lowered himself down. Colleen O'Malley had back off against the wall. Tom gasped as he splashed waist deep into the icy water. The rope was immediately drawn up and Tom heard Harry and Reynolds walk away.

"Sorry, didn't mean to land both of us down here," apologized Tom. He noticed that Colleen was also naked with her arms wrapped tightly around her chest and her teeth chattering from the cold water. Tom started to check around the wall of the well.

"It'sssss...alright," stammered Colleen as she shivered. "W...Walls...t...too...slick."

"We've got to get out of here before Covington arrives," said Tom. "She'll kill us both."

"W...W...Why?"

"If I lift you up, are you strong enough to stand on my shoulders?" asked Tom.

"I...I...I...can't feel...m...my legs, b...but I'll...t...t...try," answered Colleen.

It was not until the third try that Colleen managed to stand up on Tom's shoulders with a lot of their two bodies rubbing together in the process. On the first try, Colleen's legs gave out and on the second, Tom's foot slipped on the algae-covered stones. They were both drenched as a result, but they kept trying.

"T...Too...short," muttered Colleen as she reached upward.

The gloom in the well was getting darker as Tom knew that the sun was setting, if it was not down below the horizon already.

"Lift your right foot," said Tom through gritted teeth.

Colleen did so and Tom put his hand under the bottom of her foot.

"Now, your other one."

They both wobbled as Tom held her up by his hands, but they managed to stay upright. Grunting from the effort, Tom extended his arms upward until he could lock his elbows.

"Sssstill...t...too...short," said Colleen. "A...About...a...ffffoot."

"Brace...yourself," grunted Tom.

Ever so slowly, Tom sank down into a squatting position. He felt around with his feet for the best footing he could find. Colleen did not say a word, but Tom could feel the tenseness inside her through her feet. Tom flexed his arms downward slightly and then lunged upward, snapping his arms straight out.

He felt Colleen's feet leave his hands just before he started to fall back down. Tom hit the water with a loud splash and went completely underwater. He lunged back to the surface with a gasp and looked around for Colleen.

She was above him, half-hanging over the lip of the well. Tom swallowed hard as he had a great view of her legs and ass. Colleen managed to flip a leg up and over the lip. She then rolled out of sight.

"Y...You...okay...d...down...there?" whispered Colleen.

"Yes, there is a rope under the back porch."

The rope soon snaked its way down to Tom. He shimmied his way up the rope and out of the well.

Tom stayed crouched down and looked around. The sun had set and the surrounding area was all black and gray. A sliver of the moon cast only the faintest light down to the earth.

"Over there," whispered Colleen, pointing towards a shed about two hundred feet away. "There's a faint light coming from underneath the door."

"That may be Reynolds and who knows who else," whispered Tom. "Let's head back to the cars. Take my hand so we don't get separated."

Hand in hand with Tom leading, they headed towards the trees. Skirting a small rubbish pile, Tom stopped and bent down.

"W...What are...you...d...doing?" whispered Colleen.

"It's my clothes...or what's left of them," whispered Tom.

Tom quickly searched the pockets. He found his keys and his wallet was lying next to his right shoe. He considered looking for the left shoe, but decided they had pushed their luck as it was. He stood up and grasped Colleen's hand.

"Let's get out of here," he whispered to her.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here?" came a sultry, lush voice from the darkness. "My tadpoles have managed to escape from the well."

Tom stopped and turned. Coming towards them in an effortless, sensual walk was Desiree Covington.



Fated Destiny Ch. 05



Every step Desiree took towards Tom and Colleen exuded sex. Her long gown was open in the front down to her navel, exposing her vast cleavage. Her breasts seemed to press the material outward as if they were trying to break free. The bottom of the gown was slit on both sides up to her hips. Her creamy, well-shaped legs showed with every step she took. Tom suddenly remembered what she did to Silverman and began backing away towards the woods.

"Where are you going?" asked Desiree innocently. "Don't you wish to stay here and have some fun?"

Tom felt her words grasp at his mind and he forced them away.

"Not with you...not ever!" he snarled back at her.

"So you have developed a little backbone, I see," laughed Desiree. "That will make it a little more interesting."

"Miss Covington, we've met," said Colleen authoritatively. "I'm Detective O'Malley of the Police Department. Your men are guilty of kidnapping and assault on a police officer. If you don't want to find yourself in the same boat, I suggest you stand aside and let us leave."

"You didn't tell her!" said Desiree to Tom in wonder. "She has no idea what I am, does she?"

"Humph!" scoffed Colleen. "What are you...a drug lord...organized crime boss?"

Desiree laughed out loud, "Oh, nothing so mundane, my dear. Desiree's eyes gleamed in sadistic pleasure. "Here, let me show you."

Tom yanked back on Colleen's hand as Desiree lunged forward. Unfortunately, he tripped over a headstone and went sprawling backwards, pulling Colleen down with him. Tom landed on his rump and looked up in horror at Desiree flew towards them.

Suddenly, Desiree stopped as if she had hit a brick wall. Her feet actually began to smoke as she sprang backwards with a snarl.

"Holy ground!" hissed Desiree, her face beautifully hideous in its loathing.

Tom got to his feet as he watched Desiree begin to circle around him. He looked down and noticed that he and Colleen were inside the small family plot that he and Gretta had found earlier.

"W...Why did...y...you do...that?" asked Colleen, who was starting to shiver again. "We...We...cccccould...have...t...taken her."

"No, we couldn't," replied Tom, turning around as Desiree finished circling the small cemetery.

"Smart boy," cooed Desiree. "Why don't you come out and play?" Tom felt her mind trying to compel him again. "Come, O'Malley. Come to me."

"No," said Tom firmly, putting his hand on Colleen's shoulder as she started to rise. He grabbed his dick and shook it a Desiree. "Why don't you come here and let me fuck you up the ass!"

"You men always seem to think only with those things," stated Desiree in disgust. "Your kind is not fit to walk the earth. There is only one man fated to have me and I killed off his line centuries ago."

"Centuries?" asked Colleen in shock.

"Enough of this," snarled Desiree. "Run while you still have the chance."

With that, she turned around and leaped. Tom's mouth dropped open as Desiree literally jumped over the well and backyard to land lightly beside the shed.

"W...What is she?" asked Colleen with fear in her voice as Desiree banged on the door and called out for Reynolds.

"A vampire," replied Tom, helping Colleen to her feet. "This cemetery must be blessed. She can't get to us in here, but Reynolds can. He's...human."

"Let's run for it," said Colleen.

"We'd never make it to the cars," replied Tom.

"Does Reynolds have a gun?"

"No, but he does have a knife."

Colleen started to look around on the ground. "Find yourself a club, unless you want to face him bare-handed."

Tom found a branch about three feet long. He hefted it as Desiree and Reynolds walked back towards them.

"Alright, you two...drop those sticks and back to the well," ordered Reynolds arrogantly, whirling his butterfly knife open and close.

"Come and make us," sneered Tom. He muttered to Colleen, "Don't worry about Covington. She can't get to us unless we step outside this cemetery. Concentrate on Reynolds."

"Right."

Reynolds stepped forward, confident in his ability to handle two naked people. He feinted at Colleen and tried to get close to Tom, who he saw as the larger threat. Colleen jabbed Reynolds in the side with her club, knocking him off balance. Tom swung at Reynolds' head, but Reynolds danced back out of the way. He began circling around, certain that one of the two would have to keep and eye on Covington.

Both Tom and Colleen turned to face Reynolds as he circled around. Tom was certain that Desiree could not get to them, but the uncertainty was apparent in Colleen's eyes. Reynolds was opposite Desiree with both Tom and Colleen facing him. He tried to signal for Desiree to make a move towards them to give him the distraction he needed. Reynolds looked over at her questioningly when she did nothing.

"Geez, lady, can't you do anything?" snapped Reynolds as he circled back around to where Desiree was standing.

"I have a meeting tonight that worth a lot of money," said Desiree. "Going there after a fight would be detrimental. This is what I hired you for."

"I'm not getting paid to get my head bashed in," stated Reynolds.

"You can't take them, then?" asked Desiree.

"Oh, I can, but it's gonna cost you extra."

"How about if I take your hard, throbbing cock in my hot mouth and suck until you can't come anymore," breathed Desiree in a tone that had even Tom's prick twitching. "I even swallow."

"Reynolds, no!" exclaimed Tom. "She'll kill you!"

"Yea, right," scoffed Reynolds to Tom. He turned back towards Desiree. "Blowjob first, then I'll take care of these two."

A flicker of anger and sadistic delight crossed Desiree's face before she said, "As long as you don't mind an audience..."

"I don't mind," said Reynolds. "I just don't want to take these two on and have you renege on the deal later."

"Trust me...that wouldn't happen, but if you insist," cooed Desiree.

Desiree moved Reynolds back several feet from the cemetery. She angled him around so that he could watch Tom and Colleen, but so that they still had a clear view of what she was doing. Walking around behind Reynolds, she mashed her huge breasts against his back, while her hands roamed over his chest. One hand crept down to rub his hard cock through his jeans.

Coming back around in front of him, Desiree twitched her gown away from her knees and knelt down in front of him. She slowly unzipped his pants and reached up to undo his belt.

"No, just take it out," said Reynolds, breathing heavily. "They might try something."

"No, they won't," said Desiree as she undid his belt and pulled his jeans down to his knees.

Reynolds' cock jutted out straight at Desiree's face. With oh's and ah's, Desiree reached up with one hand to stroke the thick, hard prick. Reynolds' breath came out in a long exhalation of rapture as Desiree's small, pink tongue slowly, almost hesitantly, came out to lick over the crown of his cock. Her lips followed her tongue and Reynolds inhaled sharply as his cock sank past her full, lush, red lips into her hot, wet mouth. He started to shake as his cock continued to go into her mouth until the tip was lodged in Desiree's throat and her nose pressed up against his stomach.

"Reynolds!" yelled Colleen.

"He can't hear you," said Tom, unable to tear his eyes away from what he knew was coming. Despite his knowledge of the horror to come, his cock had hardened up to its full length and was throbbing painfully. "Stay in the cemetery no matter what happens, okay?"

Colleen nodded. Desiree's head backed off until just the head of Reynolds' cock was in her mouth. With excruciating slowness, she swallowed the entire length back into her mouth and down her throat. Rocking back and forth on her knees, she deep-throated his again and again.

"Oh, God!" cursed Reynolds in ecstasy. "This is fucking fantastic! You could sell that mouth for a fortune!"

Desiree hummed in approval at his words, which sent Reynolds to a whole different level of pleasure. His whole body was shaking and his knees were bent. If Desiree had not placed her hands on his knees to hold him up, Reynolds surely would have collapsed onto the ground.

Desiree's rocking picked up speed and her cheeks billowed inward with the vacuum action of her mouth. Reynolds' breath was coming in and out in huge gasps and he had both of his hands on her head as if to urge her on.

"Let's make a break for it," hissed Colleen.

"We wouldn't get ten feet away," said Tom. "Brace yourself. It's almost over."

Reynolds shook violently and yelled out his ecstatic release to the sky. Desiree held him so that only half of his cock was in her mouth. Tom could see her cheeks billowing in and out as Reynolds shot his thick, hot cum into her mouth. He also heard her swallowing down wad after wad of the gooey jizz.

"Oh, my God!" gasped Colleen as Reynolds continued to cum and shot his sperm into Desiree's waiting mouth. "What's happening to him?"

Reynolds skin was collapsing in onto his skeleton as Desiree sucked and swallowed his fluid and life-force from him. Tom felt Colleen shiver in fear and swallow hard to keep her bile down. He put and arm around her ice-cold shoulders to steady her.

"Ahhhhhh!" sighed Desiree as she pulled her mouth away from the shriveled, dried-up penis and swallowed the last bit of semen she had extracted from Reynolds. With a contemptuous push, she flung his desiccated corpse across the lawn. She looked over at Tom and said, "I see that turned you on. Why don't you come on over here?"

"Why don't you just come over here and let me shove it up your ass!" snarled Tom.

"I've told you before that you are not the one to have me," said Desiree.

"I might be if you came over here," taunted Tom.

"Nonsense, I eradicated that line," replied Desiree indifferently.

"Which line?" asked Tom. "Emilio Parta...my whatever-great grandfather?"

Tom and Colleen were not ready for the effect his words would have on Desiree. She leaped up and rushed forward almost instantaneously to the edge of the cemetery. Her face was almost fearful as her glowing green eyes searched for something in Tom's face.

"You're going to be late for your meeting," said Colleen.

Desiree backed away angrily and hissed, "Yes, and I can't miss it, but what am I going to do with you?"

"Well, you can't get at us," stated Tom.

"Nonsense," replied Desiree. She reached down and picked up a fist-sized rock. With a seemingly negligent throw, she put it through both sides of the shed. "I could kill you both easily where you stand, but I think I need to know more about you." She then smiled wickedly. "I think I'll just disappear. The question you have to ask yourself is...have I gone or am I just waiting for you to step outside your haven?"

Desiree really did disappear in a swirl of mist. Tom looked around, but could not see any sign of her. Her paced around the small cemetery as a cool night mist settled upon them.

"T...T...Tom, I'm...m...m...rrrreally cccold," stammered Colleen.

Tom went over to where she was sitting on a headstone and started to put his arms around her. He stopped when he realized that they were both naked. He could see Colleen shivering. Angling his prick away from her, He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him.

"Whoa! You're ice-cold!" exclaimed Tom. "How long were you in that well?"

"A dddday...or...s...s...so," said Colleen with her teeth chattering.

"We can't stay here," said Tom. You'll catch your death of cold. Let's make a break for the cars."

"I...I'm ssso cccold...I cccan...har...hardly mmmove," stated Colleen.

Tom grasped his wallet and keys in one hand. He bent down, catching Colleen under her knees and behind her shoulders. She turned slightly and hugged him around the neck, pressing up close to his warm chest.

"Ready?" asked Tom to which she nodded.

Tom turned and ran out to the road. He ignored the painful rocks that jammed up into the soles of his feet. To his relief, no one came after them. Running down the road, he turned down the dirt road and stopped beside his car. Setting Colleen down on her feet, he unlocked the doors and then helped her into the back seat.

Tom opened the trunk and yanked out a blanket he kept back there for emergencies. He winched at his stupidity when he slammed the trunk closed. Getting into the driver's seat, he tossed the blanket back to Colleen and started the car. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Tom backed up onto the main road and drove away as fast as he dared.

"W...Where are wwwe gggoing?" stuttered a shivering Colleen.

"I'd go to Dr. Maleski's, but I don't know if he is there," said Tom. "I wouldn't trust going to my place or your place, either."

"H...H...Head sssouth on...Y...Y...York Road," stated Colleen. "I kn...know a ppplace."

Tom drove south and followed Colleen's instructions through a series of side streets. He pulled up in front of a large gate with a push-button entry system.

"Another cemetery?" asked Tom.

"Th...Th...Thought it mmmight...b...b...be sssafe," stammered Colleen. "PPPush 1-3-4-8-2."

Tom punched the buttons and the gate opened. He drove in and watched the gate close behind him in the rearview mirror. He drove around the circular road until he found an older section, which had a number of trees and bushes. He back up his car off the road so that it was concealed.

"How are you doing back there?" he asked.

"I'm ssstill f...f...freezing," replied Colleen.

"I have the heat up as far as it will go," stated Tom in concern for her health.

"C...C...Can you jjjoin...m...m...me?" Tom hesitated at that request. "PPPlease?"

Tom got out of the front of the car and opened the back door. Colleen held the blanket up so that he had no choice, but to get underneath it with her. Colleen immediately snuggled her icy body up against his.

"Ohhh, you...you're nnnice and wwwarm," she said in pleasure at the heat radiating off Tom.

Tom draped and arm over her back and began to gently rub up and down. He brought his other arm over to her cold one to maximize the heat he could give her. Between the car's heater and his own body heat, Tom could feel Colleen warm up and her shivering begin to subside.

"Tom?" asked Colleen after she had warmed up. He looked down at her. "Thank you," and she leaned up to kiss him.

Colleen's soft lips gently touched Tom's in a sweet, tender way. Her arm rose to encircle his neck as the kiss went on and Tom pulled her closer. Her lips parted and her tongue grazed over his lips. Tom returned the favor with equal gentleness. Colleen shifted around so that she was now pressing up against him instead of sitting side by side.

Tom could feel her soft breasts pressing against his chest. Their kissing became more passionate and he could feel his cock swell until it was rock-hard. Colleen wrapped her other arm around his neck and brought the other one down to caress his chest and arm.

Suddenly, Tom stiffened. His head snapped back, breaking off the kiss as his hand quickly grabbed Colleen's wrist. Her hand had started to move down past his navel.

"What's wrong?" asked Colleen, a little breathlessly.

"Nothing," replied Tom, not able to look her in the eye. "I...um...uh...I..."

"You have a girlfriend?" suggested Colleen with a slight smile.

"No," replied Tom, looking down in embarrassment.

"Gay?"

"Not that either," stated Tom. "It's just that...Well, I've got...uh..."

Colleen chuckled. "We've been running around naked together most of the night. I know what you've got."

"Yea, but..."

"Tom, I'm not looking for a life-long commitment. I just need some...tenderness, care, and normalcy after what I saw tonight."

"I can understand that," said Tom. "It's just that...I've never been with a woman before."

"Don't worry," smiled Colleen. "I've done this before."

She leaned back in and passionately kissed Tom. Colleen could feel Tom try to relax and go with the flow. She smiled inwardly as she felt his hand come up hesitantly to touch her breast. She moaned as his fingers gently brushed over the soft swell and graze over her nipple, which hardened at the erotic touch. His hand continued over to her other breast with the same light touch.

"That's nice," breathed Colleen into his ear, glad that he was not a grabber.

Colleen brought her hand down and wrapped her fingers around Tom's huge cock. Tom immediately inhaled sharply and tensed up, but did nothing to stop her.

"Oh, my!" thought Colleen in surprise. Tom was definitely bigger than what she had thought she had seen. "No wonder he's super-shy around us girls. It must have been hell for him in school. He's so tense he'll blow before the second stroke. Shit! It'll just be like my second boyfriend. He popped just at the sight of my tits, leaving me high and dry..." Colleen mentally shook herself. "Stop that! It's not the same and so what if he does. He saved my ass tonight."

Colleen's musing took less than a second. She carefully unwrapped her fingers from around Tom's prick and moved her hand away. Tom let out his breath in a long sigh and his whole body seemed to sink down in rejection. Colleen figured that she had guessed right about the school girls going out with him just to see the size of his prick and not doing anything. She knew that the girls would tell all of their friends to make a big joke of it.

"What are you doing?" asked Tom as Colleen sat up and scooted around to throw a leg over his hips.

"Time for the big event," cooed Colleen with a smile.

She hunched upwards to rise above his hips. Her breasts gently smacked Tom in the face as she positioned herself. His cock, which had started to wilt, hardened back up to its full eleven inch length. Colleen reached down between them and tightly grasped his cock between her thumb and forefinger. Tom winched a little at the pain, but his libido kicked down a couple of notches.

Colleen squatted right above his prick and shifted a little so she was in the right position. Tom looked down and saw her hand holding his cock upward so that it was pointing right at her pussy. Colleen had a very small triangle of dark auburn pubic hair and no hair at all around her slit. Her labia were engorged and glistening wetly. Tom gasped as her hand started to slide down his shaft as her hips lowered.

Tom began to shake as the tip of his throbbing cock touched Colleen's wet pussy. Colleen tightened her hand around his shaft, which caused Tom to grunt in pain and for his shaking to stop. His dick was leaking a copious amount of pre-cum and Colleen rubbed the head back and forth over her slit. With a hiss, she lowered herself onto his thick penis. Tom watched as her cunt stretched out wide to accommodate his girth and stared as four inches sank into her hot, tight hole. He started to shake again as his balls tightened up.

Colleen had to released his shaft and put both hands behind Tom's neck to support herself. She had been squeezing him hard to keep him from coming too soon, but now she needed the extra support to keep from falling over. Colleen had never seen such a large cock before and she was uncertain if she could take it all in. Tom was not only longer, but thicker than average. Her cunt was stretched out wider than it had ever been before. She could feel him shake for his pent-up sexual tension.

"Oh, Geez!" gasped Colleen.

Tom's trembling had transmitted up through his cock. With her pussy being stretched open, the trembling was hitting a sensitive G-spot inside her vagina. Colleen fritted her teeth as a small, but powerful orgasm coursed through her body. Gasping after it had run its course, Colleen opened her eyes to look at Tom. He was mesmerized by the sight of his cock stuffed into her tight hole.

Colleen smiled to herself and slowly raised up until just the head of his hard prick was inside her. She then lowered herself back down, taking an additional inch of his shaft inside her. She raised up again and just as she was lowering back down, Tom gasped loudly and shook all over as his muscles tightened up.




Fated Destiny Ch. 05



Colleen pulled Tom's head to her breasts and held onto him tightly. She tried to anticipate the upward arching of his hips, taking a full six inches of his shaft deep inside her. She could feel his prick swell as he shook all over.

"It's okay, baby," she murmured against his head, holding it cradled between her soft tits. "Cum...cum for me."

Tom exhaled almost as if he was in pain. His balls had tightened up until they felt like they were in a vice. The sudden release caught him completely by surprise. His hot, thick sperm exploded from the tip of his cock into Colleens waiting womb. Tom's entire being seemed to be spurting out through his cock to her wet, tight warmth.

"Yeah, baby," groaned Colleen as she felt him climax inside her. She inhaled in delight as he continued to spurt wad after wad of his slick jizz deep into her. Colleen could feel him fill her to the brim and gasped as she felt his gooey semen oozed out of her to dribble down her legs.

Colleen held onto Tom until she felt him going soft inside her. She carefully slide off him and sat down next to him in the back seat so they were both covered with the blanket again.

"Colleen? I...uh...I never expected..." Tom started to say, but stopped when Colleen put her finger over his mouth.

"I did it because I wanted to," said Colleen. "Partly because you save me back there in the well. I'm not looking for any commitment and I don't want one from you. I'm on the pill so you don't have to worry about my getting pregnant. Can you live with this being just a one-night stand?"

"I suppose so," stated Tom. He then squirmed uncomfortably. "...but I came almost as soon as we started!"

Colleen chuckled softly and said, "It happens...even to the best. I had a nice pop before you went, though. Experience will help your control."

"...but not with you?" asked Tom hopefully.

"Not right now," said Colleen firmly. "I can't even begin to grasp what I saw tonight. Maybe once I can begin to make sense out of all of this...who knows what the future holds? Speaking of the immediate future, what are we going to do when the sun rises? I can't get into my place. I don't have the key card to get in."

"Same here?" said Tom. "I suggest we drive over to Dr. Maleski's place. They can help us."

"We'd better get some rest," suggested Colleen. She then added half to herself, "...and hope we don't get stopped by some young cop."

The sky was lighting when Tom pulled out of the cemetery and headed for Sergi's mansion. He reasoned that Covington would not dare be caught outdoors with the sun so near to peeking over the horizon. The drive went without incident and they were soon parking in front of Sergi's house. Colleen wrapped the blanket around her and went to the front door, while Tom stayed in the car. Colleen had barely pressed the doorbell before the door opened.

"Good morning, Detective O'Malley," greeted Dobbs. "How may I be of assistance?"

Colleen looked at him in amazement and wondered how many naked women wrapped in blankets showed up at the front door. She shook it off and asked, "Dr. Maleski?"

"Of course, is Mr. Parta joining us?"

"He...uh...doesn't have any clothes," stammered Colleen, blushing profusely.

Dobbs looked Colleen up and down as if seeing her state of attire for the first time.

"I'll have James bring him down some clothing," stated Dobbs unperturbed. "You appear to be Miss Anya's size. If you'll follow me to the bathroom, we'll see about procuring you some of her clothes." Colleen's stomach rumbled loudly and Dobbs gave her s slight smile. "I'll also tell Hannah that there will be two more for breakfast."

Tom saw Colleen go into the house and stayed in the car. James soon came outside and headed over to him carrying a set of sweats.

"Tom, you sure do take the cake," joked James as he handed over the sweatpants and sweatshirt. "You'd better drop off some dudes of your own if you're gonna keep showing up here like this. I had to beat off a couple of girls who wanted to bring these things out to you." Tom looked up at him worriedly. "Now...now...just joshin'. Although, you'd better have some answers ready for when they do corner you."

"Thanks a lot, partner," said Tom sourly as he pulled on the sweatpants.

"Anytime," stated James. "Warn you just the same as if I'd seen a rattlesnake in your path." James then turned Serious. "You want to give me a heads-up before we head in?"

"Covington," said Tom, pulling the sweatshirt over his head. "Her henchmen caught Colleen and put her in the well at the abandoned place Gretta and I went out to see. I went looking for her and got caught as well. They put me in the well with her. We managed to get out of the well just as Covington arrived. The cemetery there is holy ground and she could not get to us. She killed one of her men right in front of us."

James sucked in his breath between clenched teeth before saying, "You two were very lucky. Shake a leg. The Doc wants to see you."

Tom got out of the car and followed James into the house. The two of them met Anya, Gretta, and Colleen just outside the dining room. Colleen was also dressed in sweats. Anya and Gretta were both throwing her dark looks. As soon as Tom came into sight, their unfriendly stares focused on him.

"Don't stop. Keep moving," hissed James.

Tom turned and went right into the dining room. Sergi was there along with Hannah, Maria, and Dobbs. The others followed Tom into the room. Sergi was talking on a cell phone and he motioned for everyone to have a seat.

"William...Sergi Maleski here. I do apologize for calling you at home, but I have an urgent problem that you may be able to help me with...I was impressed by your praise of Mr. Parta and his abilities. I have a similar problem and would like to hire his services for a month...Yes, I know you have not done anything like this before, but I do need your help and will recompense you for the loss of his services...Thank you, William. I can not tell you how much I appreciate this. My agent will be in your office this morning to go over the details. I have asked Mr. Parta to come by my house this morning to discuss this matter with him...Good-bye."

Sergi closed his cell phone. Tom opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again when Sergi held up his hand.

"Thomas, I know we have a lot to discuss," said Sergi. "In deference to our famished guest, I suggest we have breakfast first."

Dobbs immediately stood up and began serving everyone, starting with Colleen's scrambled eggs and bacon. Tom's favorite dish of pancakes and sausage was placed in front of him. Dobbs served everyone else and then picked up his own plate to sit down to eat. Conversation was non-existent at the table. At the end of the meal, Sergi cleared his throat and Tom looked over at him.

Thomas, you show up here in...let's say, unusual circumstances," said Sergi. "Detective Smith came here in an agitated state looking for his partner, Detective O'Malley. When you arrived here with her, I thought it might be prudent to give you some flexibility as to your time and actions. Hence, my call to your employer, which you overheard. Miss O'Malley, can you tell us what happened to you?"

"As Tom probably told you, I followed him and that woman..." Colleen pointed towards Gretta. "...out to that farmhouse. I went back there after they left to see what they were looking at. As I came around the back of the house, someone was lying in wait for me. I got slugged across the jaw and handcuffed. They cut my clothing off and tossed me down the well. I'd been there until they put Tom down there and we escaped. Is Covington really a vampire?"

"Yes, she is," stated Sergi calmly.

"But they're supposed to drink blood, not...not....ugh!"

Blood vampires are the most common type I have found in my research," stated Sergi. "The frenzy in literature and in the movies promotes this stereotype. However it is done, vampires drain a person's life force. Covington is a different type of vampire. Her type has to be a virginal female who has an absolute hatred of all males."

"So a stake through her heart won't kill her?" asked Colleen.

"It probably will," said Sergi. "The trouble is finding her during the day when she is helpless. Please continue with your encounter."

Colleen told them how she and Tom had escaped from the well, and how Covington could not get them while they were in the small family cemetery. She described how, in what Tom thought was shocking detail, Covington sucked the life out of Reynolds. Colleen told how she was freezing after Covington had left them and that she probably had hypothermia. She stated that they made a run for the car and spent the night in another cemetery. Colleen did not relate how she and Tom had sex, much to his relief.

"What I didn't understand was when she said Tom wasn't the man for her," concluded Colleen. Something about fate...although I did see the fear and surprise in her eyes when Tom said he was the great-great grandson of...uh...I think it was Emilio Parta."

Sergi leaned forward with intense interest. "Please describe the entire conversation in detail."

Colleen did so with Tom filling in one or two parts she missed. Tom could feel his ears burning as Colleen described how he shook his penis at Covington and dared her to come and get it. At the end, Sergi sat back with a slight frown on his face.

"You two must be tired," he said after a moment. "Thomas, you can stay in the same room as before. Maria, would you please show Miss O'Malley to the green room. Oh, Miss O'Malley, may I suggest you call your partner to let him know that you are safe. I advise you not to let him know too many details because he probably will not believe you."

After Tom, Colleen, and Maria had left, James turned to Sergi and asked, "Well, Doc?"

"Let us continue on with our plans as they are," said Sergi. "Please be especially careful as it seems that they are not as abandoned as they seem."

Everyone stood up and started in on their appointed tasks. Gretta walked over to Sergi.

"I am sorry, Herr Doctor," she apologized contritely. "I was sure the house was abandoned."

"It's alright, Gretta," said Sergi. "The man appeared to be highly trained and was not inside the house. Please excuse me, I need to think alone for awhile."

Anya watched her grandfather walk outside to the garden. She helped Hannah and Dobbs clean up the breakfast dishes before heading out to the garden herself. Sergi was still there, walking along the gravel path with his head down in thought.

"Grandfather?" asked Anya quietly, unsure if he wanted company.

"I am worried, Anya," said Sergi, without looking up. "It appears that Covington has a prophesy concerning the descendants of Emilio Parta. She took it serious enough to try to exterminate his line."

"But isn't Tom one of his descendants?" asked Anya.

"I would like to think so," replied Sergi. "I have not been able to trace Tom's line back that far. I will have to try to do so. I wish I knew what this prophesy and 'fate' was between Covington and Parta."

"I would assume that one of the Parta men will kill her," stated Anya.

"Not necessarily," said Sergi. "The conversation revolves around sex between them. I do not know if sex between a Parta and Covington will destroy her. Is it the only thing that can destroy her? Are there conditions in the prophesy that have to be met before the male Parta and Covington join together? I have a dozen similar questions buzzing around inside my head."

"Is that why you hired Tom away from his firm?" asked Anya. Was it to keep an eye on him?"

"At first, but now I think we have to train him for his part in all of this," replied Sergi.

"What?" exclaimed Anya. "Do you really expect him to be the next Buffy, the Vampire Slayer?"

Sergi gave his granddaughter a look that spoke volumes.

"Sorry, grandfather," mumbled Anya.

"If it would do any good, I would cut off your television privileges," said Sergi. "Use that brilliant mind I know you have. If Thomas is really Emilio Parta's descendant and if what Covington fears is true, then..." Sergi raised his eyebrows and looked questioningly at Anya as she followed his line of thought.

"Then he would have to...Oh...OH!!!!"

"Exactly," stated Sergi. "From what I have heard, Thomas is in superb physical condition. It is his mental state, particularly his shyness around women that is his major disadvantage. He may not be able to...complete his task, which will get him killed."

"But how are you going to train him for that?" asked Anya. "Grandfather! You're not thinking of hiring...?"

"Prostitutes?" supplied Sergi. "No, that would make matters worse. If I am not mistaken, Miss O'Malley has already taken the first step with him. As much as I dislike doing so, I am removing the restrictions I place don you and Gretta in regards to Thomas. I warn you now...no competition between you two or Miss O'Malley. I expect all of you to work together to help him overcome his shyness. I will talk to Maria and Hannah to see what they can do to help him. If necessary, I will enlist the aid of Miss O'Malley." Sergi looked at Anya and frowned. "I meant what I said about no competition."

Anya jumped and looked guilty because that was the very thing she had been thinking about. She had begun to devise a plan to oust Colleen and Gretta.

"Sex is incidental," stated Sergi. "Thomas is insecure with his manhood. He believes it to be a curse. Just talking about it may help him. However, I do not believe that we have a great deal of time."

"I'll go see Gretta, Hannah, and Maria, if they are still here," said Anya. "We can work out a plan to help Tom with his shyness."