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No Tripe on This Menu
Casey Weinsfeld knew exactly what he had to do and he didn’t like it one bit. That old lady Abagail refused to listen to the nurse and when asked to put on her sweats she sat her bony ass right down and declined. He didn’t feel comfortable holding down a woman close to 100 years old and putting her clothes on, but that is exactly what they had to do. Her hospital gown was now evidence and she was a suspect. As shocking as it sounded, she was as of right now their best guess as to what happened to this poor little girl.
The old woman spent the better part of the night sleeping on a cot in the waiting room at the hospital as they cleaned up the area and finished the crime scene. It was now 8:00 and Casey was working on only a 2-hour cat nap he had in the car and it really wasn’t a deep sleep at all. Not only was it very uncomfortable, but his dreams also ran wild. The disturbing nightmares brought him back to the bloody tree branch stuck in his friend’s head and the witch of the lake. As comfortable as a 6-foot tall man could get in the back of a Ford Queen Victoria, there was no refuge for his mind.
He awoke with a kink in his neck and a deep need for a bold cup of coffee. Reggie, his most trusted officer, was at his side almost immediately with a cup of brew from Ocean Grounds, the local hot spot for what Casey called the best coffee for 500 miles and that included all of the mom and pop shops in San Francisco. He never missed a cup and, in fact, had an open tab at Ocean Grounds the city picked up every month.
“Here’s your coffee, sir.” Reggie. handed the once steaming cup to his boss. “Two shots of whole cream and no sugar, just how you like it.”
“You know, you need a promotion kid. I rely on you too much for almost everything,” Casey chuckled when taking the cup. He really did rely on Reggie for just about everything, but that came with the job. As the chief and top detective of the small force in Sandcastle, he was all they had. Sure, there were beat cops who were always busy. There were detectives who took the smaller cases. A case like this; however, was only ever handled by the Chief. City Hall didn’t like it, but they knew he was the best qualified to get the job done when needed and they didn’t want to justify having another suit sitting behind a desk all day bossing people around.
They shot each other a look and then a small laugh as Abagail screamed at the male nurse. She had been at it for over an hour now refusing to change her gown. The investigation must go on and Casey knew at this point he would need to put his foot down and stop the commotion. He peaked his head inside the door and looked at the two male nurses trying to bargain with the old woman.
“Get it done. I need her gown now and I don’t care what you have to do to get it,” he shut the door oblivious to her new rounds of screeching.
A moment later, Mike, the taller of the two nurses came out of the room with gown in hand and fresh scratches on his cheek. “Here you are, sir.”
“Damn, Reggie, have him get that swabbed and cleaned and get the skin from under her nails. We’re going to need everything.”
“Thank you, sir.” the nurse handed the gown to Casey who then stuffed it inside a clear evidence bag and zipped it right up.
CRAZY OLD BITCH he wrote across the front of the bag in a black marker and then added her name, the date, time, and description of the contents on the front and then placed it gently in the box holding everything about the case collected from the hospital during the past two days. Moments later, Reggie walked out of the lab with fingernail swabs and collection kits in hand. He placed them in the box then helped carry the evidence to Casey’s car.
“Watch this stuff for a moment, Reggie. I need to have a word with someone.”
“No problem, Boss.” Reggie stood on guard beside the car door.
Casey wasted no time strutting into the lounge area where his old friend was sitting. He barely even walked through the door before he heard Roy greeting him.
“Hello, my friend. Did you sleep well?” the smile on Roy’s face seemed genuine.
“Not really, two hours in the car was about all I got and even then it sucked.”
“That isn’t very professional of you, Casey,” Roy laughed and motioned for him to sit down on the couch next to him.
Casey sat but still felt a little on edge. He took a sip of his coffee before speaking as he studied the opaque irises of Roy’s eyes. “Roy, we have to get to the bottom of this. Can you see anything with your eyes?”
Suddenly, Roy looked very sad as he spoke, “I see very little with my eyes, old friend. When she took my eyesight away from me, she gave me internal sight. I can see with my mind.”
“How many fingers am I holding up?” Casey held up two fingers away from Roy’s line of sight.
Without moving his body or eyes Roy responded, “Two,” and when Casey put down his index finger showing only his middle finger Roy laughed, “One.”
“I can’t use this in court, Roy. You’re legally blind.” Casey rested his elbows on his legs and brushed his hands over his face and hair then stopped for a moment to think.
“Casey, you’re too stressed. You need a vacation. Look, my people have pooled their money together and we’ve bought this place. In a few months, it will be an entirely different world here. Why don’t you come and be my head of security? I’ll pay you way more than the city pays you.”
Casey laughed as he sat back. “You know I can’t do that Roy. This is an ongoing investigation that is going to take months to finish. No one is going to let you change anything until everything is done and we find out what happened.”
“What did you find last night?” Roy suddenly grew very serious.
“You know I can’t tell you that since the woman involved is one of your crazy minions.”
“Be nice, top cop. I do have to take care of my people.”
“What do you mean by your people? What do they see in you and where are they now? Why aren’t they groveling at your feet right now?”
Roy let out a stifled laugh as he stared off into the distance with his nickel-sized pupils. “Many of them are just waking up now. Some are in the showers, some are eating.”
“And you know this how?”
“I can see them. We’re in tune together.”
“Are we in tune together, Roy?” the police chief leaned in close to his friend’s face waiting for him to flinch.
“No, we are not.” Roy continued to stare absently with his slate-colored eyes, oblivious to the actions of his friend.
“Do you know what happened to the little girl?”
“I do not,” Roy said as he smiled and leaned back. “I need my breakfast now. You need to go. Remember, that offer still stands Top Cop.”
Standing, Casey straightened his wrinkled suit and adjusted his collar and tie. He grabbed his coffee and started out the door then turned around, “I work for the people, not for evil my friend.” As he left the building Roy’s laughter echoed in the halls behind him.
~~~ 2 ~~~
“Boss, this woman is nuts.” Reggie handed Casey the folder with the pictures of the dismembered little girl.
“God, I still have to go tell her parents. What in the hell am I going to say, Reggie? How do you tell someone their only child was murdered and dismembered?”
“You tell them how you would like to be told, Boss. That’s what you taught me.”
“I know, it’s harder when you know the people. I helped bring this girl to life. I rushed them to the delivery room because the ambulance crew was busy with an accident on Highway 1.” For the first time in years, Casey allowed the tears to sting his eyes. “I held that child and helped her with her first breath!”
“Boss, don’t lose it on me now. Pull yourself together. We need to get this witch.”
For a brief moment, Casey heard the white lake witch in his head. They won’t get me or your friend. You know that, Top Cop. He’s mine now. He does my bidding. I’ll get you eventually. I always get my man.
Casey shut his eyes to stop the nonsense in his head but the lady of the lake filled his senses. Her beautiful face invading his view suddenly turning into a worm-infested sallow mess. You will die if you do not join me!
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, “I need some sleep before I go crazy but first, let’s interview this bitch.”
~~ 3 ~~
Casey quietly sat down in the interrogation room across from the old woman along with Officer Sheila Trent guarding the door. He placed the folder in front of him and looked sternly at Abagail, the woman before him. She looked rested, quieter than before with long gray hair matted at the sides of her face and her eyes closed.
“Abagail, are you feeling any better?” Casey pushed a glass of water to the woman.
“Some, it feels good to be away from that hell hole even if I’m in chains,” she ratted the handcuffs that were attached to the table. “Are these necessary?”
“I’m afraid so, for now.” Casey offered a smile hoping it would ease her mind before he started in with the questions. “You’re a very strong and fast woman for your size and we can’t take any chances.”
“But I’m so old and tired,” she began to cry.
“You stole my gun, shot two guards and residents, then outran the others. You didn’t look very old yesterday.”
Her thin lips curled into a grin showing more gum than teeth yet still the blackened teeth from lack of care were very obvious. “I sacrificed them to the white witch.”
“If that is what you want to call it,” Casey slammed his hand down on the folder then opened it. He pushed the pictures of the little girl into her view. “What about this?”
“Oh, she brought the lady strength!” she spit with excitement as she spoke, hitting Casey in the face.
As he wiped her saliva with a handkerchief from his pocket, Casey continued. He flipped through the pictures as he spoke, “This little girl was only 6 years old, Abagail. You were obviously there, but how? There is no video of you leaving the hospital. How did you get out?”
“The lady works in mysterious ways, top cop,” she laughed looking Casey right in the eyes. For a moment he could see his old friend’s grey stare in her eyes and heard his voice within hers giving off a vibe of demonic possession except Casey didn’t believe in such things–only insanity.
“How did a piece of your gown get stuck on a branch there?” he pushed a picture of her torn gown and another of the piece into her view.
“I like the pictures of the girl, better.” she smiled.
“You sick bitch. What about these?” he shoved a different folder in her direction. “What is this mess?”
She watched as Casey showed her pictures of the dismembered man and dead fish they found near the lake and the stump. The corner of her nose wrinkled and twitched before she answered. “I do not know. It was there before the sacrifice.
Casey knew she was telling the truth. The body of the girl was fresh, she was only less than a day dead before they found it her remains. This man was torn to pieces at least a few days before, they could tell by the smell and the maggots crawling around the meat and dried blood. He still flipped through the pages in front of her face. “You have no idea how this man died?”
“I only serve Jumal and the lake witch,” she closed her eyes and began rocking back and forth. Then she spoke again without opening her eyelids, “A new presence in the woods we haven’t been able to conquer yet. A force that is strong and vengeful. We cannot read either of them.”
“Either of them? There is more than one?” Casey put the images back into the folder and waited for her to finish.
“Yes, either. There are two so far, a man and a woman. No, wolves. Werewolves.” she let out a cackle of laughter. “If you don’t take care of that problem there will be more.”
“Werewolves,” Casey sighed. He really didn’t know whether to laugh or take her seriously. It was getting a little too weird for him in Sandcastle.
~~~ 3 ~~~
Marcus gnawed at his fried chicken bone like it was the last bit of food on Earth. For some reason, it didn’t taste as good as raw meat and he regretted that deeply. Fried chicken was his favorite food, or once was until he met Sheila Trent and now he really couldn’t understand his craving for uncooked flesh. It had something to do with when his old girlfriend had locked him up in her new home at the Miller mansion. He really wanted to speak to Roxy again, but he knew that new boyfriend of hers wouldn’t approve no matter what she said.
“Is that good?” Sheila sauntered into the room with her long copper hair curling down around her shoulders. She was as beautiful as the day he met her in that old cave. Marcus dropped the chicken bone back on his plate and licked the grease off of his fingers.
“It’s delicious, Sheila.” he smiled as he stood before her, cupping her chin into his hand and kissing her deeply.
“Good, because we have an issue we need to deal with.” she pushed him away and stood with her hand on her hip.
“The mess you made at the lake the other night was discovered by the cops. You were supposed to clean it up and now they know there is a crazy animal in the woods. We also have another problem though, a more important one.”
“What is it, babe?”
He saw a flash of yellow in her green eyes as she let out a small growl before speaking. “In the mess you left, a little girl was butchered by the lake witch.”
“What? Who? How?”
“I don’t know, an old woman as strong as we are. It makes no sense. She wasn’t really there, she was like a ghost taking instruction from the witch.”
“Why didn’t you stop her?” Marcus grabbed Sheila by the arms and shook her gently.
“I am no match for whatever lives in that lake. Why do you think I made you? The vampire was bad enough and now the mad witch has people killing for her all over the town.”
“You just watched as she killed a child?” Marcus was angry, angrier than when he found out what Sheila had done to him.
“Yes, Marcus. You have to come to terms with what you are now. It makes us no different than the lake witch. Your desire to kill when the moon is full won’t matter if your meal is a child or an adult. You won’t be able to control it so you better get used to it now or you will go insane.”
“I will not kill a child, Sheila. That is the difference between you and me and why I don’t know if I want to love you. I can’t love you, but I need to. You’re a cop. You of all people should understand this!”
“No matter, this isn’t what is important right now. That old woman knows about us. She is in police custody right now but she must be stopped. We have to kill her when she goes to the lake again to worship.”
“I…I don’t know if I can just take the life of someone that way, Sheila. Why don’t you do it?”
“Because, Marcus, you have to prove yourself to the pack or they will not accept you. They might even kill you. You must kill her and bring her to the council meeting for she is a threat to our existence.”
“No one will believe her, babe. She’s just a crazy old lady.”
“And a convincing one. They know an animal tore up that old man at the lake. That was your mistake, Marcus. You did that. It is now part of a crime scene where she sacrificed a little girl. I was just in the interrogation room with her. She mentioned us…she talked about werewolves. The police chief didn’t believe her about the werewolves, but unless you want every dog dead in the county whether or not it is part human then you had better take care of the situation. Tonight.”
“I can’t just shapeshift without the moon, you know that already. How am I supposed to get in there?”
Sheila grabbed both of his hands and pulled him up to his feet. She growled a little in his ear and watched his eyes flash from yellow back to brown. With a quirky smile, Marcus let the power flow through his muscles and flash in his brain until he felt the nerves of his skin on fire. For a brief second, little hairs began popping out of his skin until he relaxed.
“See, you can control it,” his mate smiled at him.
He grabbed her then growled under his breath allowing the hair to grow in fully all over his body. It felt good, unlike the monster he was forced to change to during a full moon. Marcus studied his now wolf-like claws that still held human form but with the sharp nails of a lycan.
“I’ve never intentionally killed anyone,” he allowed his body to change back to human.
“Think of this as self-defense, baby. It’s kill or be killed and if that old lady or the white witch don’t kill you the council will.”
~~ 4 ~~
The midnight hour was finally upon Sandcastle and all was quiet, as usual. Marcus sat at the back table of Spitz, one of his favorite local bars. He sipped silently at a beer thinking about the task given to him because of the cursed forced upon him. He rubbed his temples vigorously feeling the beginnings of a stress headache–something he knew all too well given his position as a stockbroker.
For another hour he sat there, watching the people and waiting for the right moment to leave. It was when Reggie, the police chief’s right-hand man walked in to get a beer is when Marcus decided it was time.
“Hey, Reginald, what’s up?” Marcus pulled up the stool next to his friend.
“Marcus! My man! Shouldn’t you be sleeping for your commute in the morning?”
“Yeah, I’m on my way home now. I just had to get a drink to calm some nerves. What was going on at the hospital the other day?” Marcus wanted to get some details before even attempting to sneak into the ward to find the old woman.
“Some crazy woman from the mental ward of the convalescent home got out and killed some girl at the lake. We’re pretty sure it was her but still can’t figure out how she pulled it off. Then some wild animal killed old man Thompson while he was fishing. I tell you, Marcus, something is happening in Sandcastle. Something really bad.”
“There is always something strange going on here. Who’s the woman?”
“Abagail, that crazy old bat who used to tell everyone she was the lady of the lake, remember her?”
“Oh yeah, she’d wear white and sleep out in the woods then run into town telling people she just had sex with the devil to become the white witch, right?”
“Yeah, that’s her. She somehow got out and killed a little girl is what we think. You know, I’m not supposed to be telling you this. I could get fired.”
“You know I’m not going to say anything, Reggie. How long are you going to lock her up for?”
Reggie rubbed his chin. Marcus wondered if he was debating on telling him or not. “She’s under high security in the nuthouse. When she allegedly escaped she just had her normal room but was able to come and go as she pleased, but now, since she has proven that she’s a little nuts, the hospital administration has agreed to put her on lockdown. She’s too old and too much of a loon to stay in a jail cell overnight. She’d probably hang herself on something.”
“Maybe that would be a good thing,” Marcus laughed. “Hey, I’ve got to get home or I’ll never wake up in the morning.”
“All righty then. Let’s go hit the bars one night, buddy. Oh hey, Roxie’s back. Do you ever see her around town?”
Marcus stopped and turned his head. He felt the pores of his skin begin to burn and knew his eyes were glowing amber. The tips of his fingers ached like they were going to explode. He took a deep breath and concentrated on his blood pressure and calmed himself. He looked hard at Reggie. “Yeah, she’s dating that strange rich guy that no one knows anything about.”
“That’s what I heard. I’ve been meaning to set up a BBQ or something so we can all get together again. Well, that is as long as it doesn’t bring up any hard feelings between you two.”
“No, not at all. It would be fun,” then he lowered his voice and mumbled to himself, “Good luck getting her out in the daylight.”
“What?” Reggie laughed.
“Aww it’s nothing. Call me and let me know.” Marcus walked out and drove home.
~~ 5 ~~
The pores of his skin burned as he stood naked in the garage of his townhome. Marcus left his car outside in the driveway and the television on so people would see the shadows and think he was home. He had a task to do, one that he didn’t find very appealing. Sure, the woman was a little nuts, but this was premeditated murder and not something he felt was decent to do. He didn’t want to die; however, so this task he deemed as self-defense.
He thought about Roxie and Augustus and his skin burned even hotter. The anger swelled inside his head. Feeling the muscles of his body twitch and stretch, he gave in to the pain and let it happen. The bones of his face elongated into those of a wolf as with all of the bones in his body. Blood and human skin pooled around his feet as he lapped up any remains of evidence into the expanse of the never-ending hunger he faced when he changed.
Quietly, he crouched and like a rat, flattened all of his muscles and bones until he could slip through the small crack he left open at the bottom of the garage door. No normal human could fit through that crack and his car in the driveway should hide him from escaping his alibi.
He galloped through the neighborhood streets and across town until he reached the convalescent hospital. Most of the lights were off by now and only a few resident lights were left on. Marcus sniffed around and found the trail to Abagail’s cell. She smelled like his prey the other night. As stealthy as he could possibly be, he crawled in the shadows of the hallways until he reached her room. The only windows to the outside within this room were too high for the woman to reach and covered in bars.
When he peered inside the crevice of the door, she was nowhere to be seen. He stopped to think for a moment. Maybe she had gone to the bathroom, but the bathroom door in her room was open and the light was off. He pondered the thought for a moment until he heard a voice behind him.
“You’ll find her at the lake near the stump. You do know that stump, don’t you?”
The lycan whipped around to find Roy staring at him with blind, opaque eyes. Something told Marcus that he could still see him even through the dead organs.
“Don’t worry,” Roy continued. “I won’t tell anyone. She has become a liability to my cause. Go find her and eat, but never come back here again. Do you understand, dog?”
Marcus contemplated pouncing on this evil creature. A man Roy was no more and Marcus could feel it in his bones. Even though he would enjoy nothing more than ridding Sandcastle of this filth, killing Roy tonight would do nothing but draw attention to their problem at hand. He had to make this Abagail woman ‘s death look like an accident or make her disappear completely.
When Marcus turned back around, Roy was gone and Abagail slowly walked to her room, staying in the shadows and crawling along the wall just like he did. Marcus hid in the shadows and watched as she used a key to open her door. As she opened it a crack, he jumped right behind her and pushed her inside, locking the door behind them.
“What the hell?” the old woman croaked as Marcus squeezed her throat with his huge claw. “Did the witch send you?”
He squeezed tighter until her eyes began to bulge from her sockets. She wiggled and fought back beneath his strong grip, but it was of no use. Her five-foot one-inch small frame was no match for that of a werewolf. As the life drained from her face and her breathing stopped, Marcus stretched his jaw until the opening of his mouth was as big as her head. The first bite was her whole head, tearing it off and the neck as her body slumped to the floor. Blood sprayed on the walls and ceiling as he began tearing at her flesh and eating every bit of evidence possible. He ate all but the stomach while tossing it in the garbage can. No council in hell could ever get him to feast upon the chewed up remains of food and human bile. He would die before he made that a habit.
As he lapped up every bit of blood from the walls, bed frame, and ceiling he thought about Roxy. If she could see him now, she’d be disgusted with him. Even if she drank human blood, this would turn her away forever and that was something he never wanted to happen. One day he would figure out how to win her back, but before that he needed to know more about this council he was supposed to be so afraid of.
Marcus now had a plan. He wrapped the crazy woman’s intact stomach in a plastic garbage bag and included a few pieces of her long, gray hair then used her key to get out of the cell. He dropped the keys into the garbage can on the way out and ran out to the beach in the shadows then up the hill to the Miller mansion where he sat and waited until dawn.
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