No Manners--Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Chase was taking another cold shower. After breaking things off with Cameron, he had been taking a lot of those lately. But not because of her.
He did not have this other woman but he wanted her. The water trickled down his back and chest and even the coldness could not stop him from fantasizing.
She was in the shower with him, watching the droplets caress his skin. He massaged her head, entangling her dark curls in his fingers while she rested her own hands on his waist, rubbing her thumbs against his strong stomach.
“Are you teasing me?” Chase asked.
Her lips turned up seductively. “No,” she said softly.
“Can you?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with passion and lust. “Please?”
She moved up against him, her curves moving at all the right angles. Licking his neck, she took a small bite of his skin.
“Ah,” he sighed. “You’re very bad.”
“And you love it,” she chuckled as her hand slid down his abs and further.
He pushed her against the shower wall. Bending down to kiss her chest and stomach, his soft, wet blonde hair tickled her skin as the only sounds around them was the pattering of the water and their moans of pleasure.
He lifted his head while he rubbed the back of her thighs. “Do you love it?”
Her stunning eyes glowed into his. “You know I do.”
He joined them as one as the steam danced around them.
The phone rang, startling him awake from his daydream. The cold shower had not helped. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went into his living room. “Hello?”
“Hi, Mr. Chase? I am from a survey company and just wanted to ask you a few-"
He hung up the phone before she had time to finish. Flopping on the couch, he let out a deep breath. That was the first call he had received in two weeks. He had no family, not really any friends, and the woman he loved barely realized he was there.
“Lord, help me,” he whispered. It was the third prayer he had said that day.
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House had come to spy as he had on Cuddy and her date a few months ago. But this time it was out of more than nosiness. He hated that he was going by gut instinct. Looking around the outside of the restaurant was not helping. There was blood on the windows and a few people that looked dead or unconscious. He could hear sirens coming.
House glanced over the group. Cameron wasn’t there. Panic flooded his veins. Bounding towards Wilson, he asked, “Where is she, Wilson?”
“They took her,” Wilson answered. He gripped the axe in his hand. “If we waste any more time, she’ll be dead. Get out of here, House.”
“C’mon, Cancer-boy,” Faith called. “We’re heading out.”
“Who is they?” House asked, stepping even closer to his friend. “Do you all need to go to the Psych ward?”
“Vampires!” Wilson shouted in frustration. “Vampires have Cameron and they will kill her. Now go home before they kill you, too.”
House scoffed. “I’ve had some killer highs before but this goes beyond the average acid trip. I’m going with you.”
Faith stepped between House and Wilson. “Look, chief,” she told House, “I can tell you’re tough and you like to lead, but that’s not gonna happen tonight. Truth is, you’re a gimp and you’ll slow us down. So let’s end this homoerotic chitchat you’ve got going on with your buddy here and go home.”
For the first time, House stood there speechless as the group turned away from him and started to jog down the street.
Kate ran to her car and slipped on a pair of jogging shorts and tennis shoes. She quickly ripped off the dress now in rags and put on a t-shirt. Then she caught up to the rest of the group and walked next to Angel. “So if I wasn’t the target tonight, why did you have a vision about me?”
Angel shook his head. “I don’t know, Kate. Maybe we were supposed to protect you so that you could help later.” He looked down at his old friend. He didn’t have many of those any more. “You can’t die yet.”
She smiled at him, not realizing until that moment how much she had missed him. “Let’s all try to stay alive tonight.”
The group followed the trail for several blocks in silence. Finally, Angel turned his head towards Wilson. “Why didn’t you try to kill me when you saw I was a vampire in that restaurant?”
Wilson smiled boyishly. “I’m a doctor. I know how to research. After I knew about vampires, I studied them thoroughly. You’re Angel, right? The ‘vampire with a soul’?”
Angel nodded, surprised.
“You’re one of the most researched cases in history. The only one that compares is William the Bloody.”
Angel’s face scrunched in disgust. “Spike? That sad excuse for an anti-hero is my comparison?”
Wilson smiled. He didn’t realize how the conversation made the situation easier to handle. Hunting alone for years had continually made him tense. “Well, he is pivotal in several of the major events of the last century.”
Angel crinkled his forehead with jealousy. “Pivotal? Please. The last hundred years, he’s done nothing but let a girl lead him around by the nose. First, Drusilla and then-" He paused, thinking.
“What is it, Angel?” Kate asked.
“Damn it.” He stopped, using his sword as a cane as he thought. “I should have remembered.”
“Remembered what?” Keen was getting anxious. He was ready to fight again.
Angel faced the group. “That vamp you staked,” he told Faith, “the leader, he smelled like blood and night-blooming jasmines.”
“Sounds Silence of the Lambs,” Faith said. “What’s your point, Angel?”
“Drusilla. That’s Drusilla’s smell. And he had it all over him.”
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Cameron looked around the room she was being held in. The fact that they hadn’t tied her up made her even more terrified. It meant that either there was no way out or that they were a lot scarier than she could ever be. She was afraid that both were true.
She had never seen anything like these people. The doctor in her kicked into overdrive and she began running scenarios in her head of what disease they might have. But she couldn’t figure it out. At least she had ruled out Lupus.
She wished House was there. He was the only man she knew that solved problems. That saved the day.
Cameron had passed out before she had arrived at this building, but as far as she could tell, she was in an apartment. It looked expensive. She was in a locked bedroom. The covers on the bed were thick, lush, and a deep blue. There were light blue vases and wooden statuettes positioned on mahogany tables.
Whoever kidnapped her knew how to live.
She went over to the window and pulled back the curtains. The city sparkled for miles in front of her. They had to be at least fifteen stories up. The moon, almost full, showered the room with light. She followed the light to the bed. Her body ached and she admitted to herself that she was exhausted.
She took off her heels and laid on the bed. She had a scratch on the back of her neck that had been bleeding earlier, so she turned over to relieve the pain. Cameron saw a dark shadow between the bed and the wall. Her brow furrowed, she reached and turned on the light on the bed stand. “Oh, my-" she gasped, shrinking back on the bed so far that she fell off onto the floor.
It was a woman, lying contorted on the floor, blood staining her peach silk nightgown. There were two holes in her neck.
Cameron cowered when she heard glass shatter behind her. A handsome man in a long leather coat smashed into the room fifteen stories high, the window busting into pieces as his feet hit the ground.
Sword in hand, Angel looked down at her. “Are you Allison Cameron?”
TBC