Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Blood, Sex and Magik ❯ Chapter 5

Blood, Sex and Magik: Five

"I was so surprised," the red-gold haired beauty staggered slightly as her companion reached out to steady her, "you asked me out."

"You know that you're beautiful," he softly murmured as they went down into the darkness of the alley. He frowned to himself slightly, noticing the skin on his arm blackening oddly, pulling a sleeve down over the mark.

"Thank you," she smiled up at him woozily. There was something a bit odd about the taller man, he was handsome but there was a sinister bent to his look. The two kissed, her tongue exploring his mouth, an oddly metallic tang to the taste of his mouth.

Gentle hands stroked down the girl's curved sides, measuring out her lithe little form. She moaned softly, feeling her tight ass being stroked, then the hands sliding around to cup the round orbs of her generous breasts. A little shudder, then quite surprisingly she was released, the man taking a half step backwards away from her.

"I'm sorry," he said softly from behind her.

"Why," her voice came out oddly husky as she turned around, and then she simply froze when she saw the man's flesh crumple empty to the ground. Something rose up, then it descended on her like a cloud of organic knives before she even had a chance to scream. Wet sounds, tearing, and a grinding of stone, then a long period of silence.

The woman strode out of the alley, moving steadily, no trace of drunkenness in her movements. She stretched, twisting a bit as if she was trying to settle into an uncomfortable set of clothes. "That's better," she smiled, her teeth gleaming dangerously, not caring about the slowly spreading pool of blood on the ground behind her.

As Jess left the police station, she hoped that she had sounded a lot more confident talking to Katherine than she actually felt. This was not going to be easy, finding the skinwalker, and the fact that the police were getting involved was just going to increase the number of potential victims. 'And more hosts,' she thought grimly.

"Wait up," Alex Conner yelled, coming out of the station after her. The tall, green eyed redhead looked like a cop, dressed in her off the rack blue suit. "I do not care for being ditched," she said to Jess fiercely.

"What can I do for you, officer?" Jess asked.

"Katherine just finished telling me that you were going to handle this," Alex scowled, "and that I should just stay out of your way." She grabbed at the dark haired woman's arm, "What the hell is going on here?!"

Jess narrowed her eyes, meeting those green eyes. "You really do not want to know," she shook off Alex's grip smoothly.

Before Jess could walk away from her Alex said, "I asked around about you, you know." Jess looked back at her as the redhead met her eyes frankly, "They say you're an occultist, some kind of magician. Is that the kind of thing we're dealing with here?"

"And if it is?" Jess asked her calmly, even as she wondered where Alex could had heard about her. She kept a low profile quite intentionally, and she wasn't terribly pleased that word might be spreading about her.

"This thing has a body," Alex looked clearly uncomfortable admitting the suspect might not be human, "no matter what it actually is, and having a woman with a gun along with you might just come in handy."

That request surprised Jess just a bit. "You should know this could get very bad and crazy," she cautioned Alex quietly.

"I swore an oath," Alex said softly, "to serve and protect the people of this city. I wouldn't feel like I was keeping it if I just stood by on the sidelines." She didn't beg, but the earnest appeal was plain in the young policewoman's gaze.

'Damn it,' Jess thought grimly, 'she's got a point.' Aloud she said, "All right, but I've got two conditions first."

"Oh?" Alex raised her eyebrow.

"If the shit does hit the fan, follow my lead," Jess shrugged, "and you get to drive."

Alex smiled, "Sounds reasonable." With a bounce to her step showing her relative youth she jogged off to get the car, leaving Jess standing there with a smile. A few moments later the redhead pulled up in front of Jess and popped the passenger side open, "Where to?"

Jess climbed in smoothly, "First we head back to my shop, I need to pick up some gear. Then I start calling up my contacts." With that, Jess pulled out her cellphone and quickly dialed the number from memory.

"Sisterhood Bookstore," Alice Sinclare's voice came through clearly.

"Alice, it's Jess," she found herself smiling apologetically, even though she knew her friend couldn't see it, "I'm not going to be able to come by tonight."

The frown on Alice's face came through even over the phone, "But Jess, I put a few new books aside I wanted to show you."

"It's a bit of an emergency," Jess sighed. Her eyes narrowed slightly, "Watch yourself for the next few days, all right? If one of your friends start acting oddly, I want you to get away from them as soon as you possibly can."

"Oddly," Alice echoed with a smile, "like you're acting now?"

"Just use your best judgment," Jess had to smile slightly. Sheepishly she added, "I hope I'll be able to see you tomorrow."

"See you then," Alice said softly, "bye."

"Bye," Jess echoed before putting the little phone away.

Alex had a slight smile on her face, gazing out at the road. "Is that your girlfriend?" she asked Jess curiously, obviously having heard part of the conversation.

"Just a good friend," Jess answered coolly. 'A very good friend that I'm going to have to tell about this part of my life eventually,' she thought to herself glumly, 'there's only so long I can dance around the issue.'

"We're here," Alex announced, jarring Jess out of her thoughts. The unmarked cruiser pulled up in front of the shop, both women climbing out quickly.

Jess lead the way inside after unlocking the door, speaking a soft word to deactivate the more occult defenses. She pulled her light jacket off as she walked, going into the back room with a hesitant Alex right behind her.

"Wow," the police officer murmured softly. The traditional tools of a tattoo artist were there of course, needles, ink and other things, but many others as well. A long operating table occupied the center of the room, what looked like a sterile container of scalpels, and basins for water and other fluids were set up nearby. Alex's eyes widened as she saw two swords crossed on the wall, and just below them on a tray several throwing knives.

Jess tossed her light coat into the closet, rummaging around for a moment before she pulled something dark black out. The coat fluttered over her shoulders, settling down her body to her legs. Black gloves were pulled on too, the only thing missing was the shades.

"Trying out for the Matrix?" Alex joked weakly.

"This coat's armored," Jess explained crisply as she strode across the dark room. She scooped up the throwing blades in a single smooth motion, then she began to carefully tuck them away into concealed pockets in her coat.

"So what do we do know?" Alex asked, prudently deciding not to ask about the legality of the blades that Jess carried. She really didn't think she wanted to know.

"Most of the killings have taken place around here, in the bad part of town?" Jess asked calmly as she pulled her cellphone out again.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Alex looked at her in surprise.

"Drug addicts, prostitutes, street people, they disappear out here all the time," Jess said grimly as she called up certain numbers, "that's probably why it's operating out here. If not for the unusual state of the bodies, I doubt that Katherine would even have been called in."

"So we know it's operating here," Alex said, "and I guess who ever you're calling will help us narrow things down?"

"Something like that," Jess agreed, hearing the number ring. She heard the phone pick up and smiled grimly, "Hello Sister, I need your help."

"I told you not to call me again," the woman's voice was angry.

"We've got a skinwalker in town," Jess quickly said before she could hang up.

A moment's pause, "I'll be right over."

To be continued...