Hex and the Single Witch (Vehicle City Vampires) (30 page)

“He’s the one
killing all the women, isn’t he? Look, Anwyn, I don’t care if it’s your fanged
boy-toy or the demon steering the body, if we kill the vampire the demon can no
longer do any damage.”

“Mike, I trusted
you with this. Please don’t be rash. And I don’t know if Galen has been used
for any of the killings. Devlin has been the one behind the murders, he’s
taunting Galen. I know Devlin is the one who started summoning Roark, the
demon. I thought Roark was Devlin’s sire but it turns out Galen is. Roark
forced Galen to turn Devlin.” I took a sip of my coffee trying to figure out
how much to tell Mike. “I think Devlin is growing weak from summoning Roark too
much—his blood isn’t strong enough to keep doing it. Galen’s blood link to
Roark is direct, there’s no middle man. I think this makes Galen stronger, so
Roark is now being summoned into Galen.”

“So what are you
telling me? You don’t think it was Galen, but Devlin who committed the murders?”

“Yes and no.
Roark is the one committing the murders. I know that. But I’m just not one
hundred percent sure whose body he has used. I know it’s mostly been Devlin,
but after last night I’m worried he may have used Galen’s body, too. I know
Devlin has been more than willing to be used, he likes it. Devlin planned it
all to begin with. Galen is just a pawn. Devlin committed the murders as a way
to toy with Galen, to get revenge against him. And he’s using the murders to
force Galen into cooperating with him to bring Roark back to this dimension. He
wants Galen’s body as Roark’s host.”

“So this is all
guess work?”

“Mike, this is
my educated opinion combined with bits and pieces of things I know. I am
entrusting you with this information because I am going to need help to stop
Devlin and Roark…without harming Galen. This is not his fault. He did not ask
to be made by a demon vamp, he didn’t ask to live the life he has led. I will
not have him killed for this.”

Mike suddenly
looked deflated and sank back into the chair with his head in his hands, he
asked, “You love him don’t you?”

“I care for him
deeply.” I grabbed his chin and made him look up at me. “I also care deeply for
you. I would ask the same of him if you were in this position.”

“All right,
Anwyn, I’ll help you save the vampire, even if it goes against what I feel.”

“Thank you,
Mike.”

I didn’t know
what else to say, so I sat down and finished my breakfast.

Chapter 38

Along with
parties and good times Halloween brought fire, power, and something else I
couldn’t quite discern as I prowled the streets searching for magick gone
wrong.

And Galen. I was
mainly looking for Galen.

Since the rest
of the P.I.T. Crew had a handle on the supernatural hijinks and craziness, I
concentrated on finding Galen. I knew he was out there somewhere being used and
abused by Devlin. I could feel it. And if I didn’t find him tonight, I knew I’d
lose him. Forever.

I could feel
magick in the air everywhere. Mostly ceremonial Samhain magick, witches were
thanking the goddess for a good harvest and preparing to settle down for
winter. All standard magick, not harmful. The slight smell of it was herbal, a
sweet aromatic blend of the earth, cinnamon, maple sugar, and the lingering
aroma of bonfires. Autumn.

Among the
delightful aromas I caught a hint of something acrid. Burning ozone and stink.
Imagine the smell of burning plastic mixed with sulfur and sewer stench. I bet
if I followed that disgusting odor I’d find Devlin and Galen.

I followed the
acrid traces of dark magick into one of the mostly abandoned neighborhoods
surrounding the downtown area of Flint. Some of the neighborhoods were so empty
they became creepy modern ghost towns.

So creepy, the
homeless people, vagabonds, and drug dealers had not even taken up residence in
them. Many of the houses were filled with actual ghosts, some with ghouls and
other entities that used to hide in the sewers, cemeteries, and dark
underground places humans didn’t often venture into. I could feel inhuman eyes
watching me as I made my way along the dark streets. I heard the raucous antics
of the ghosts partying in the flesh as Halloween is the one night some spirits
are able to take corporeal form once again. I had no idea what allowed some
spirits to be flesh on Halloween while others were stuck as nothing more than
ectoplasm. I made a mental note to ask Mel if she knew. I was glad they were
too busy being frisky with each other to seek out truly living humans to
antagonize.

The magickal
stink led me to a clearing behind a couple of completely abandoned and boarded
up houses. The smell of blood, sex, and dark magick turned my stomach, almost
making me gag. So thick, tendrils of it hung in the air like disgusting incense
smoke wafting in the breeze.

I slowly crept
closer to get a look. Hiding among the bushes and trees I prayed they wouldn’t
spot me. I needn’t have worried. Devlin and his demon minions were too caught
up in the action to notice me sneak in.

Galen was naked,
arms stretched above his head in chains. Silver chains he couldn’t break
through. His fangs were fully extended and blood dripped from puncture marks in
his neck, chest, and on his legs. He didn’t seem to be healing. Devlin was
starving him. The silver bindings probably weren’t helping either.

As I watched in
horror a pretty redhead was escorted over to Galen by one of those large
demons. They were both naked as well, hell everyone was naked. Even Devlin.
Many of the demons were in stages of fornication either with each other or with
humans who had been brought to the ritual. Some of the women appeared to be enjoying
themselves…a lot. A couple women huddled together looking frightened.

The redhead was
pushed down to her knees in front of Galen. She promptly grabbed his flaccid
penis and began working it into an erection. I watched as Galen struggled
against her and his chains, but once she sucked him in her lush mouth his cock
grew long and hard. She smiled as she pulled it out and tongued the tip. Devlin
and the demons jeered at Galen’s traitorous appendage. My stomach curled with
jealously and fear.

The redhead
returned to fellating Galen while one of the demons mounted her from behind. I
tried not to make a sound as I watched the demon’s huge spiny, shaft thrust
into the small woman. I couldn’t believe she took him inside her without
splitting in two. She seemed to enjoy it. I could hear her loud moans as she
thrust her hips back and forth while working Galen with her mouth.

Galen growled
and continued to struggle as blood tinged tears streamed down his face.

“Come on Galen,
enjoy the fun. You remember how much fun we used to have. Come on now, enjoy
this little blood bag of pleasure. She will work you good.”

Galen looked
murderously at Devlin, but Devlin just continued, “If you do not like the party
just let go, let Roark in, and you will not have to bear the pain and horror of
it all anymore. Roark will take care of it.”

“I will not let
him have my body again,” Galen roared.

“Come now I know
you loved it when Roark tried to fuck your little witch. “ Devlin goaded him. “From
what I heard she was wet and ready for him, seemed to like the pain he offered.
Just let Roark in, he will take good care of her.” He sneered.

 I shuddered,
thinking about what Roark would do to me. What he would have done to me last
night if Galen had not regained control.

“Why are not you
letting Roark back in, Devlin?” Galen asked viciously. “Oh that is right, you
are not strong enough to keep him here.” Galen laughed as the demons around
them grunted and snorted. “That is right, boys, your master is not even strong
enough to keep a demon in his body. He needs my blood to draw all of you to
this plain. You should be following my orders not the orders of this weakling.”
The demons just grunted and continued to rut with whoever was in front of them.

“Shut up! Shut
up!” Devlin screamed. He walked over to Galen, pushed the redhead and demon
aside and sliced Galen’s chest open with a silver dagger. Galen hissed as his
flesh burned and blood gushed from the wound. “Shut up before I have one of
these demons fuck you like Roark used to,” he threatened.

Galen winced and
paled at the memory.

“Or maybe I will
do it myself and suck all of your power right out of you. Maybe that will make
me strong enough.” He moved behind Galen and nudged the tip of his thick prick
against Galen’s buttocks. Galen shuddered and tried to move away from him.

“No matter what
you do, you will never be strong enough Devlin, you never have been and you
never will be,” Galen hissed. “Do what you will but I will not give in, I will
not let Roark back into this dimension. He has killed enough women with the
help of your hand.”

“Yes, all your
little whores. I fucked them good, then sucked them dry just like the good old
days when we partied with Roark. Remember then? Back when you loved to kill
just as much as we did?” Devlin asked while rubbing his beautiful yet
disgusting body against Galen.

“I never liked
it. I just knew nothing else,” Galen said hoarsely looking down at the ground
or at his traitorously rock hard cock that seemed to be enjoying everything.

“Here let me
help you remember a little better. Devlin moved from behind Galen and put the
redhead in front of him. He lifted her by her ass and aligned her front side to
Galen, legs spread. “Put his cock in you,” he commanded. She did as she was
told. Showing off his strength Devlin held her up as she wrapped her legs
around Galen’s hips and rode him while Devlin gave her some leverage. Then
Devlin slid into her from behind. “Remember this old chap,” Devlin sneered as
both his and Galen’s cocks slid in and out of the redhead. “Remember how we
used to share all the time?”

Galen’s hips
thrust, I knew against his will, his body moving even though he struggled not
too. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I didn’t really want to see, but I couldn’t
stop watching.

As they
sandwiched the redhead between them Devlin sank his fangs into her throat then
pulled them out letting the blood flow. “Come on Galen, take her, drink her,
you know you need to replenish yourself.”

Galen stared at
the blood, his fangs growing even longer. His eyes turned bright green, glowing
with need. He closed his eyes and turned away as if fighting the pull, but then
he was on her so fast I didn’t even see him move.

She screamed as
he sucked on the wound, drawing her blood out fast and hard as his hips went
wild thrusting into her. Her body shuddered and shook, overcome with orgasmic
delight even as the pain seared her. Then she collapsed unconscious in Devlin’s
arms.

Devlin laughed. “That’s
right, drink, drink her down.”

Galen reared his
head back with a feral snarl. “Bring me another.”

Devlin pulled
his shaft from her laughing, then he carried her away. I wasn’t sure if she was
dead or just unconscious.

Shit where were
Mel and Satinka? I could not take down Devlin and all these demons on my own.

Mel shouldn’t
have any trouble finding me; she had placed a magickal locator spell on me
before I left the P.I.T office. Those spells were better than GPS. So where the
hell was she? What was taking her so long?

Devlin grabbed a
curvy black woman who was cringing between two demons.

“No!” she cried
as she struggled against him to no avail. He dragged her across the circle and
offered her to Galen.

“Let me out of
these chains so I can do her properly,” Galen growled. I had never seen him
look so sinister. His eyes glowed with green fire and his fangs were longer and
sharper than I had ever seen them. Blood dripped down his chin, down his chest,
down his hard stomach, and then ran in rivulets over his very hard and larger
than life shaft before it dripped off his body.

Devlin knelt
before Galen and licked a few of the droplets of blood from the tip of Galen’s
cock. This time Galen didn’t cringe…but I did. Devlin seemed thrilled at
Galen’s lack of reaction. Which seemed to get him all caught up in the moment.
So much so that he let Galen free. I prayed this was a ruse, I prayed Galen was
still in there, somehow still in control.

“Get on the
ground and let her ride you,” Galen growled menacingly. “It’s my turn to take
one of these little blood bags from behind.”

Devlin giggled
with glee too caught up in the moment to do anything other than revel in the
pleasure. He was finally getting what he wanted, his playmate back.

He lay down on
the ground and pulled the ebony beauty onto his hard shaft. She half-heartedly
rode him as tears streamed down her face, and she cried, “I don’t want to die.”

“Sssh pet, you
will love every minute of it.” Within seconds she was moaning as orgasm after
orgasm ripped through her body sending her into a pleasure daze which would
surely keep her more than happy. Galen mounted her from behind and started
thrusting into her body. He turned slightly and looked directly at me; his
pained expression spoke volumes even though it was there only a moment before
it disappeared. He knew I was there. Then why was he still having sex, what was
he planning?