Author's note: Here it is folks, Chapter 5. I want to first apologize to everyone who waited so patiently for this chapter. Between the holidays and school starting, plus the usual B.S. of work and family life, my time to write was severely limited. Plus it didn't help that I was lazy getting off my ass to finish this chapter during the last two weeks. This is the longest chapter so far; it should be close to eight LIT pages. I included much of what I wanted to write, but not all; I wanted to get something on site for you to enjoy. I figured two months is long enough for you to wait for a new chapter, despite its length.
This chapter includes some more family history and a brief genealogy of the Wolfe clan and the origins of Lycans itself. I want to state that the origins of Luna and the Lycans themselves are my own idea, and bear little resemblance to actual, established mythology and lore. I had trouble finding actual references to Luna and other mythological characters, so I kind of made it up as I went. There are several references to actual, established literary myth and are labeled as such. I hope my interpretation of events are to your liking and won't be stepping on any toes of those who hold different views of Lycan mythology. Feel free to e-mail and tell me what you thought of the 'creation' story.
References of any and all celebrities are fictional and are used for literary purposes only. To fans of Peter Steele and Type O Negative, I hope you will enjoy the interaction of James and Rachel with Peter. I wanted to make Peter a vampire and give him a noble and rich history consistent with his Romanian heritage. The idea of making him related to Vlad the Impaler was intriguing for me; I hope the story is enjoyable for you all. As to his middle name used herein, I guessed. I could find no reference to his actual middle name on either the official band website, or Wikipedia. I tried to give him a traditional and regal sounding Romanian name. If anyone knows his actual middle name, please e-mail me and I will make changes in the final copy. In addition, reference to his death is for literary purposes only and a needed path for a continued storyline. To members of the band and family, I give my deepest condolences for the loss of Peter Steele. He was a king among men and he will be sorely missed. I always appreciate feedback I hear from the fans (both good and bad). Your comments and criticism has helped me to improve my story and my writing.
Warning: The sex scenes herein will not be to everyone's liking. There are references to anal play, domination and submission, and use of adult toys. There is strong and crude language used throughout and many of the scenes are not traditional 'vanilla' love scenes. This warning is to those who stumble across this chapter without reading my previous chapters. Those who have read and enjoyed previous chapters will not be disappointed with the sex (I hope). To those who have criticized my style of writing in the pass and continue to read, I question your reason for continually reading something you may not necessarily enjoy. But all comments and criticism are welcome gladly. Please enjoy...DespairEternity.
Chapter 8 – Genealogy, Family History, and Contracts
October 4th, 2006
Rachel threw a fist into the air with a triumphant yell, "Yes! The son a bitch roasted like a pig on a spit!"
Maggie had to giggle at such exuberance. It says a lot about how bad Grigor Khrushchev was when your daughter-in-law is cheering at his death like it was a football game.
"A couple of hikers stumbled across the site two days later. They notified the ranger station who called the local sheriff's office. By the time the authorities showed up later in the evening there was not much left of the cabin; the place had pretty much burned to the foundation. Wild animals had left a mark as well; the bodies of Grigor and his buddies were decimated. What the fire started, Mother Nature finished. There was not much left of any of them. They had to identify most of the bodies through dental records. The FBI caught wind of it as soon as the name Gregory Simpson was mentioned. The Justice Department had been building an official case against Black Fjord Security for the past year. The recent attacks against our company only added an urgency to find evidence against them. The problem was of course, they were never able to gather enough to go to trial. Witnesses would either disappear or were too scared to testify. The slippery bastard was good at covering his tracks.
The FBI New York field office dispatched a team of agents to take over the investigation of Grigor's death. From the beginning thee agents were working almost totally in the dark. A heavy rain the day before had utterly destroyed any physical evidence that may have remained and all remnants of our presence were wiped away before we left. The evidence that did remain overwhelmingly pointed to an animal attack; the only evidence of human interaction was a bit of burnt rope still around Grigor's wrists and the bullet hole in the sniper's head. The round itself had passed clean through the guy's skull and was lost to the forest. Two months later the FBI case went stone cold. By this time they had done a little more digging into Grigor's past and discovered exactly who he really was. The supposition became that this was a revenge killing from a rival criminal syndicate. At least they got it half right" Maggie said with a giggle.
"Three months after the cabin, Black Fjord was in dire straits. Grigor owned ninety percent of the company and the other ten percent was owned by the various lieutenants in his criminal organization. Ninety-five percent of their managers died in the fire that night; the other five percent tried to keep the company afloat, but without Grigor to run things they quickly fell into bankruptcy. They were desperate for anyone to come along and save them. That is when Robert and Caleb approached them with an offer. Black Fjord security would be sold to Wolfe Corporation for pennies on the dollar; in exchange, all financial obligations would become our responsibility.
We went through that company with a fine-toothed comb. Anyone who even smelt like one of Grigor's flunkies was immediately terminated and reported to the authorities. Six months after the acquisition Black Fjord was reborn as White Wolfe Security. Robert gave Caleb a controlling interest of the company and appointed him CEO. It was a totally different company afterwards. With an entire new team of management and a much better public image with our company backing them, Caleb quickly turned WWS into one of the premier corporate and private security firms in the country. Everyone we kept from the old employment roster say it is a much better company to work for. Last year Caleb expanded into the international markets including Canada and Europe. Most of our clients are human, but we also have contracts with the supernatural community. All the reports say the company has a bright future and no longer carries the taint of Grigor Khrushchev. The history books will not even spare a foot note for that piece of shit; he will be quickly and quietly forgotten from memory," Maggie said.
"Wow! That was awesome Maggie. I must say you are a better story teller than James. I guess it is up to me to go rescue the big cry baby, isn't it?" Rachel asked.
"You are his mate baby. Go and save him from those two little girls," Maggie started laughing, "hopefully they haven't bruised his...um...ego...too much. Head straight out of the kitchen and hang a left. There are a set of stairs that will take you straight to the basement. Just follow the moans and groans...I'm sure James will be at the end of them."
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Rachel made her way downstairs to the basement. She found her way into a very large gymnasium filled with exercise equipment and a heated indoor pool. At the far end was an area designated for gymnastics and sparring. Rachel had to grin as she saw her mate flat on his back; two tiny brunettes had him pinned beneath them. One had his left arm in an arm-bar with her legs wrapped around his head while the other was busy torturing the soles of James' feet. He was screaming as he laughed out loud, begging for them to stop.
"Okay girls! I still need him in one piece when you are done with him," Rachel giggled.
"Oh thank the Gods! My angel of salvation is here," James gasped as he tried to recapture his breath.
Two identical fifteen year old girls bounced to their feet and bounded over to greet Rachel.
"Hi, I'm Summer! Thanks for loaning your mate to us for the last hour. He was a great sport in letting us show him some of the new moves Daddy has been teaching us," Summer said.
"Yeah! I'm Autumn by the way. We were told you were part of the mess we had to clean up last night. What are you going to do about it?" Autumn asked.
"How does a $1000 gift certificate each to the mall sound?" Rachel offered.
Two identical, high-pitched squeals broke the quiet in the gym. Rachel found herself tackled by the two girls in a bearish hug.
