Walking with the Vampire |COMPLETE|

44. The unwanted reunion

Nicholae sat in his car parked at the edge of the cabin facing the direction of the tent with Jeffery was in.
None but one knew of the secret identity of the demon behind the mask.

'Aren't you coming?' Niko asked his father. He and Rex wore a tired and mildly displeased expression on their faces. The whole drive to the den had been irritating for everyone involved.

'Just run along.' His father replied.

The boy was a pest. He had entertained the thought of throwing him about or at least tearing his behind up with a belt or whip but that wouldn't be in character of Nicholae.
Stupid vampire had spoiled the boy.

Niko slammed the door and stalked off with the equally idiotic dog running behind him. The dog turned back and looked at him giving him a stank eye.
The dog, he was certain, no one would miss as much.

Now that he was alone in the car, pulled down seat and shifted until he was fine.
He had all he needed, the spell and some of the witch's essence he'd leeched.
He hadn't known demons had the power to do that which made him question what other things he didn't know he could do.
Later.

He spoke life into the spell and then threw the contents of the sleeping cocktail down his throat.

In the next second he was standing over Jeffery in the tent. The boy was asleep which was perfect condition for his plan to work. He couldn't help himself to laugh at his luck.

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Jeffery Logan ignored the forming apparition in room. His mind was focused on one person, Danielle.
He was having that dream again, the dream when his plan to kill Lynch had been successful and Danielle had run into his arms, choosing to be with him. And she thanked him for ridding her of the nuisance, and she was going to make love to him.
She just began the striptease when he noticed the oddity in the corner.

And then Danielle disappeared replaced instead by a disfigured man with horrible burns and devoid of any natural skin color. It wasn't dark brown neither was it ebony black, simply a tone resting right at the center of the two shades.

'What the hell?' Jeffery exclaimed at the abrupt interruption.

'You never fail to surprise me Jeffery.' He laughed and shook his head.
'You're chained up to a pole in this shit hole and yet you dream of Carter's girl.'
Jeffery noticed the glass in the man's hand.
The way he held it brought back a familiar rush.
'Do you even know what happened while you were whisked away being used as a damn guinea pig!'
He barked a harsher laugh and then zeroed his dead gaze on Jeffery who was on his feet.
'You had one simple job. To shoot the mutt and kill him. That was it. You lost control of the entire situation, even the bloody hunting dogs.'

'Who are you?' The air about the intruder sent uneasy chills down his spine. His hands trembled slightly when it moved to his chin to rub the stubble that had grown.

'You don't recognize me boy? I'm not surprised those dogs barely left me recognizable. But if you'd given me any thought at all. ANY AT ALL! You'd have recognized me you ungrateful piece of shit.'

Jeffery ducked just in time to avoid the flying glass launched by none other than his father, Harris Logan.
'Dad?'
Jeffery gaped in disbelief. He always assumed his father was alive and maybe miserable in Shepherd's Creek.
He wouldn't delude himself in believing his disappearance would have caused the spiteful man any misery. But losing his source of funding definitely would have made him miserable.
But apparently, that wasn't the case.

'This can't be true.' He couldn't believe what he was seeing. But then again this was a dream.

'You better believe it boy. The dogs you took with you came back home. They mauled me. I would be dead had it not been for the Mistress.'