Xavier Collans had been looking for Sierra Ryas for years now, one of his contacts finally came through with her location. She lived in Klamath Oregon; he was eagerly on his way there the moment he found out. When he arrived, he felt like a stalker watching her from the shadows of a large Elm tree. She was headed from the deli around the corner to her apartment located in the Emerald Knight Apartment building. His anxiety calmed down a bit knowing that she was alive, but his uneasiness didn’t lessen.
He was so lost in his thoughts about the past that he wasn’t aware of another presence in the area until the stranger was almost upon Sierra. She was almost to her door, so he needed to act fast. As he looked around, he was thankful that she lived on a street that was isolated from heavy traffic, it made it easier to transform without being seen. He would have to talk to her sooner or later about her past but for right now there were more immediate dangers.
He waited for Sierra to enter her building before blending in with the darkness of the street, due to the new moon, darkness was everywhere. and began to walk across the street, he needed to stay far enough back that Sierra wouldn’t notice his presence but close enough to grab the strangers following her. The stranger was not aware that someone else was watching Sierra, so the advantage was Xavier’s. Once he was certain that Sierra was not around, he grabbed the man and ducked into a nearby alley. He pinned the stranger up against the wall by his throat. “Who are you and what are you doing following Sierra?”
The stranger’s answer was barely audible. “Whoever you are you have absolutely no idea what you are doing!”
Xavier knew that he needed information so begrudgingly he loosened his grip on his throat. “What are you talking about?” Xavier was losing his patience with this guy, but he kept his anger under control…barely.
“I will tell you if you will be so kind as to remove your hand from around my throat!” The man was starting to reach for something inside his jacket.
Xavier noticed the movement and narrowed his eyes in a warning for him to stop moving. “I have already loosened my grip so until I get some answers from you my hand remains.”
After a minute or two of contemplation the guy finally started answering. “My name is Agent Kevin Miller and I’m with the FBI.” Agent Miller nodded towards his jacket pocket. “Can I reach for my identification for you?”
After a few minutes of silence Xavier finally nodded. “No funny business or I will snap your neck!”
Agent Miller slowly pulled his identification out of his pocket and showed it to the man who had his neck in a vice grip. “Can you please let go of my neck now?”
Xavier slowly released him but stayed alert. “Now why are you following Sierra?”
Agent Miller rubbed his neck. “Have you heard of the serial killer the God of Torture?” Xavier remained silent so Agent Miller continued. “He tortures his victims for three to five days, using different methods to kill them. The torture is the only thing that we have been able to find that links the victims.”
Xavier crossed his arms in front of his chest. “What does he have to do with why you are following Sierra?”
Agent Miller looked very uncomfortable saying all this to a stranger that just a few minutes ago has his neck in his hands. “He has his sights set on Sierra?!”
Xavier realized that in light of this new information he needed to keep a closer eye on Sierra. After making sure the Agent left, he took up his hiding spot in front of the building. Xavier kept replaying everything the Agent said over and over in his mind. He knew that Sierra would be difficult to protect by himself, so he decided to enlist help from an old friend.
The minute I entered the station house, Mack greeted me with a large mocha with hazelnut flavoring. “There had better be an extra shot of espresso in here!” I grumbled as I brought the cup up to my lips and inhaling deeply. A slow smile spread on my face as I relished in the scent. It was good to have a friend that knew exactly what I liked, I thought to myself as I took my first sip. “Are you seriously asking me?” Mack demanded, playfully. “I think that I have trained you well.” I grinned from ear to ear as he rolled his eyes at me. I was very thankful and glad that we remained friends for all these years. I was taken back to the day a life changing event left me scarred for the rest of my life. My dad was frantically pacing around the kitchen, when Mack and I arrived at my house so many years ago. The ringing of the phones in the station brought me out of my memories. “Anything you want to get off
The man turned up the volume on the television, the then o’clock news was covering his handiwork. Sheila Andercroft was a fiery tempered woman, and he had a lot of fun breaking her! Every artist has to see what impact his work has on the public! He thought to himself, not really paying attention to the comments from the news crew. He remembered the day he ‘met’ her. He “accidentally” bumped into her at a supermarket about two weeks ago. She was browsing the pasta aisle. She never suspected what he was like when she agreed to have dinner with him three days ago, he was able to overpower her quite easily. When she was unconscious, he took her to his playground, for a little bit of fun, his fun! An image on the television screen brought him out of his thoughts, he was glad to see Detective Sierra Ryans. He was quickly seeing her as a worthy adversary, he didn’t deny that she was very attractive and did thin
Xavier realized that Sierra was hard enough to watch over, even without the added danger of the serial killer’s threat hanging over her head. He definitely had his work cut out for him; especially how independent she is. The only true way of knowing, exactly, what the killer was up to was to get all the information. Once he had a nice chat with Agent Miller, he finally understood just what he was up against. He also knew that to keep Sierra safe he needed to help the FBI apprehend this psycho any way he could. He wasn’t ready to leave Sierra alone but what he was about to do next he didn’t want her to see him…yet. He waited in his hiding spot a little while longer just until he was sure he could leave her. The sudden darkness of her apartment let him know that it was safe to leave. He sat in the shadows of the nearest tree that gave him an unobstructed view of her apartment. Once he was absolutely sure she had retired for the n
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I was greeted by Mack the next morning. “You look exhausted. Are your nightmares getting worse?” I just let my grin spread. “Nope, to have nightmares one has to be asleep!” I didn’t deny that I felt exhausted, but my body was still buzzing with the events of last night. “Don’t tell me that you didn’t stay here last night, obsessing about this case?” Mack asked, concerned. “Actually, I didn’t stay here, I had a date last night.” My face blushed. Mack could not contain his shock. “Now not to do the whole overprotective brotherly thing…who is he and what does he do for a living and how come I haven’t heard about him until now?!” I chuckled. “Buy me lunch and I will tell you everything you want to know.” “Deal, now will you at least tell me his name?” I knew why he asked but couldn’t resist my grin. “Fine, but don’t make a big deal about it, you have to promise.” Mac
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“Hello?” Dwight was perplexed when she answered the phone. The last he knew, his number was unlisted, and it couldn’t be a friend calling, he didn’t have any. So, who the fuck would be calling me? “Do you have any information yet?” “Xavier how did you get my number?” Dwight all but growled. “Dude, you have had the same number for years! Stop being so paranoid.” Xavier chuckled. Dwight couldn’t believe that he had remembered his number! Damn! Dude had an impeccable memory…looks like I’ll just have to change my number then! “It’s not safe to talk over the phone, how fast can you be here?” “How fast can you get to the front door?” Dwight hung up the phone while heading toward the front door, swearing the whole way. Only Xavier could piss him off this much! “You are a real asshole, you know that! Why didn’t you just tell me that you were at my front d
Mack and I didn’t want to be too far away from the station in case they caught a break, so they went to a quaint little café down the street. They had just sat down at a table near the entrance when the waitress came over. After ordering food and drinks, I turned my undivided attention to Mack. “So, what is it that you want to know?” Before either of us could talk, the waitress handed me my iced tea and almond poppy seed muffin, Mack, a slice of apple pie and a cup of hot coffee. Once he was sure that the waitress was out of hearing range, he asked me his first question. “What kind of a doctor is he; he’s not a Gynecologist is he? That would be way too much information to share with me if he is!” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “As for my second question, how did the two of you meet?” I just laughed. “No, he is not a Gynecologist, he’s a Veterinarian and we met in a parking lot.” Mack just looked at