Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Everyone stood out of the way waiting, as if ready for me to cough up answers. No one told me anything. I needed to see things first hand, feel them so my power could tell me the truth. I don't like to think about things too much ahead of time or it might cloud my interpretation of the visions.
No one said anything as I walked around the woman. They knew the drill. I needed to get a feel for things without anyone else's impressions interfering. Old magick surrounded her. Dark magick. I didn't need to touch her to feel the malice still lingering around her dead body. This indicated more than an average killing by a vampire. Normal vampires didn't possess magick like this.
Poor woman, she didn't deserve to be used up and left like trash in an alley. Exposed for all the world to see. One breast hung out of her torn top, bra scrunched up underneath pushing her large breast out. Her thong was ripped off and discarded at her side. Her skirt pushed up around her waist, legs bent; one off kilter and to the side leaving her pretty much spread eagle. She lay wide open, her trendy Brazilian wax job leaving nothing to the imagination.
Puncture marks on her throat, combined with a lack of blood, made it clear the cause of death was exsanguination. No mystery about how she died.
The mystery was who killed her.
Who was this powerful vampire, filled with old magick, killing women in Flint for the past six months? And why? Why these particular women?
So far none of our leads nor my "knowing" abilities had led us to a connection between them.
I took a deep breath and pushed all other thoughts out of my head to focus on the scene and on the dead woman in front of me.
They must have been having sex against the wall. When he finished with her he simply dropped her and walked away. What a bastard! He used pretty much the same MO as the other murders over the past six months. He couldn't leave any of the women with dignity in death.
The woman appeared young, no older than 25, tan, tight, and pretty. This woman spent a lot of time keeping fit and taking care of herself. French manicure, nice pedicure, perfect highlights in her hair. Not a working girl. She looked much too healthy and highclass to be a streetwalker in Flint.
"So Annie, you gonna do your thing so we can get her outta here before we are overrun with gawkers? It's almost last call," the detective in charge, Mike Malone, asked.
The one who woke me from my peaceful sofa slumber. He took the lead detective role on all preternatural crimes, was my partner, and typical hot cop beefcake. Big, sexy as hell, with All American Guy Next Door appeal but he sometimes had the rough personality of a stray dog in heat. All cocky swagger, absolutely no tact. His idea of romance probably consisted of lighting a candle and saying, "Hey baby, wanna get busy?"
No thanks. Not even on my most desperate needforsex day, even if he was completely buff incredible and gorgeous. But the fact he was cop crude, a coworker, and pretty much my boss made him offlimits.
"Sure Detective Malone, if you're ready for me."
"Annie, baby, you know I'm always ready for you."
See what I mean? No tact.
"That's enough, Malone. Just ignore him, Detective Rose, and do your job. We've already bagged all the evidence and taken photos. She's all yours."
"Thank you, Captain."
That would be Captain Conally, Police Captain of the Preternatural Investigation Team, AKA the P.I.T. Crew, here in Flint. The P.I.T. Crew was a special unit of the Flint Police Department, completely separate from the main police force. Many government officials didn't even know what we did and the "crew" members were recruited either for their special talents, known "Otherness," or because they showed skill in handling cases involving "Others."
Captain Conally didn't do much field work anymore; he usually stayed at the station keeping tabs on any crimes with possible supernatural origins, but he liked to stay up to date on what his team members were doing in the field. So he occasionally showed up at a crime scene. I think he came to most of the scenes I worked as more of a ref than in an official capacity like he wanted to make sure I was safe.
He had been a good friend of my father's back when they were on the force together. Ever since my dad passed, Captain Conally had been kinda a father figure to me, like a big gruff teddy bear. Some of the local cops had problems working with a witch and he acted as a buffer and a bodyguard. Thank the Goddess, too, because I didn't want to deal with their crap. Some of the guys just gave me the typical male/female banter and sex shit any woman might deal with in this line of work. A few cops dealt with some real deepseated issues about witches, not the guys on the P.I.T Crew�but some of the uniformed officers and regular Detectives ended up on the scene before the P.I.T Crew got called in to take over, which didn't always go over very well. Mundane humans didn't realize something else was going on right under their noses, but they heard enough rumors to tag me as a witch and that meant they didn't like me.
Anyway, if I had to choose between their lusty animosity or the witchhating crap, I much preferred a little innocent sexual harassment over religious fanatics and zealous witchhaters.
"Well then, any day now, Anniegirl," Malone said with a slight smirk.
Time for the part I hated, touching the dead. I knelt on the ground and placed my hand on the pretty dead woman's arm.
Oh, Goddess. She still felt warm. Not long ago this woman had been in the prime of her life, living it up and having fun.
The emotions and images came rushing at me, so powerful it almost knocked me over, so current, so here and now. Strong tendrils of magick reached out and wrapped around me, pulling me straight into the dead girl's vision.
He led me�no her, not me�the images blurred. I stopped fighting it and let myself be her.
He led me onto the dance floor where he seduced me completely. No man ever smelled so good or moved so erotically before, like being under a spell. I wanted him so badly. When the song ended I didn't protest when he led me out the back door and into the alley.
It took only seconds for him to have me against the wall, kissing me, caressing me. His palms slid over me, touching everywhere, and damn could this guy kiss. I had NEVER been kissed like that before. He ripped my top with a growl and it made me tingle with desire. He pulled my breast out and cupped it in his large, warm hand. The cool air teased my nipple to erection before he sucked it between full, sensuous lips.
He suckled roughly on my nipple while his hands became busy under my skirt, bunching it up around my waist. A bit of pressure between my thighs and slight pain in my abdomen then I heard fabric tearing. My thong lay on the dirty ground next to us, my feminine parts bared in the cool night.
His fingers slipped inside my wet, heated folds, thrusting and demanding. I wriggled against his hand, gyrating, letting him know I was so into it, but I wanted more. I reached between us for his zipper. After fumbling for a moment, I wrapped my fingers around his large cock, so hard and ready to go.
An ache took over. I couldn't think of anything but having him inside me. He growled as he picked me up, sitting me slightly on his thighs with my back pressed firmly against the cool, brick wall. The move left me open, and with one thrust he seated his erection deep inside me.
Plunging in and out he drove me to the point of no return. Thrust after thrust left me dizzy and aching. The pleasure too much, I couldn't take it. I moaned and screamed with pleasure and pain. Wanting it all, needing more but unsure if I could handle his forceful manner, the violent plunging of his shaft so thick and deep inside me.
He kissed me roughly, passionately, then worked his lips down my neck. Suddenly delicious piercing pain, heat slid inside my flesh, the most intimate penetration I had ever known. The world became beautiful, dark, and wondrous; fireworks went off behind my eyes. The orgasm ripped through my body...
Then nothing. Darkness. I stood outside myself. I watched the vampire withdraw his bloodcovered fangs and his pleasuredrenched, still very hard penis. He dropped my body on the dirty ground. He zipped up his pants, stepped over my body, and walked away.
"Carrie, Carrie come here, girl."
A light filled the alley.
"Grandma, is that you?"
Happiness. Peace. Warmth.
Nothing.
I stood up so fast I almost toppled over.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone