R. Edinger - Night Kill

Andrew walked back into the sunroom, fortunately Storm was still there. He smiled at her. Andrew walked toward her.

Storm smiled slightly as he stopped in front of her. He sat down again.

“Tell me about your parents,” Andrew started off.

“What do you want to know?” Storm asked. “Why do you want to know?”

“Listen Storm,” Andrew paused and quickly checked to make sure they were alone. “I’m a private investigator and have been hired by Wyatt’s mom to prove he didn’t murder your family.”

“Wyatt would never do that,” Storm blasted back. She quickly calmed down, “Yeah he was excommunicated from the coven, but he wouldn’t. I mean my father didn’t like Wyatt’s lust for blood or the fact that he didn’t respect the laws by the coven.” Storm’s bottom lip began to tremble and she looked away, “But he would never hurt us or me.”

“Did you see the person who attacked your family?” Andrew asked. He grabbed a tissue from the end table and handed it to Storm. She thanked him. Storm dried her eyes. She turned back towards him.

“No, I was shot in the back.” Storm said. “Want to see the scar?” She started to lift her pajama top.”

“No that’s okay,” Andrew motioned for her to stop.

“When I finally woke,” Storm said. “I dragged myself down stairs. That’s when I saw my family…my family was…” Storm broke down. Andrew gingerly put his arms around her, offering comfort. He held onto her for quite some time and could feel her pain with each sob. He was even more determined to find the person who did this.

“Listen Storm,” Andrew said softly. “Just tell me where I can find Wyatt. I know he didn’t attack your family.” Andrew paused for a second. “Wyatt is the key. He is the link to this Night Blade, whom I suspect murdered your family.” Storm thanked Andrew again, and she sat up.

“Wyatt hangs out at a lot at JFK Prep,” Storm informed him.

“Thanks, Storm,” Andrew smiled. She smiled back. Their respective nurses returned and took them back to their rooms. Life had given him his memory back and in the process, he got one up on Sheriff Delsmann. Today was a great day!

The sounds of gentle, rolling waves and ocean breezes enveloped the room. Soft light from candles and their aromatic scents of lavender wafted about in a relaxing splendor. Megan lay in the soothing water with her eyes closed. She loving caressed her growing tummy; reassuring her unborn child that everything was alright. The hospital, more specifically Doctor Straussman, called to inform her that Andrew was being released this afternoon. So she decided to take a relaxing bath and then get dressed. Megan sat up and pulled the drain plug. She stood and reached for a towel. Megan wrapped it around her and she stepped out of the tub.

Megan walked into the bedroom and sat down at the table and mirror. She put on her makeup, touched up her eyelashes with mascara and her lips with dark blood red lipstick. Megan walked over to the bed and let the towel gently drop to the floor. She checked herself in the full length floor mirror. Megan turned around slowly admiring her nude form. She ran her hand up ever so delicately caressing her body along the way. Megan stopped and cupped her breast. Megan closed her eyes. She imagined it was Andrew touching her as she moaned deeply. Megan opened her eyes and grabbed a pair of black lace maternity panties. She bent down and put them on. Next Megan slipped on a seductive black maternity skirt and spaghetti strap camisole top. It accentuated her curvaceous bosom. One way or another Megan was determined to get her husband back. She took a pair of lace strap black shoes from the closet and slipped them on. Yeah, Megan knew she was way over dressed, but the situation called for drastic measures. She was determined to jolt back Andrew’s memory, and the little black outfit she wore should do the trick.

Megan grabbed the matching purse and her keys. She left the house.

Andrew was really happy to actually put on some normal clothes. He was glad to finally be going home. He had just finished putting on his shoes, when there was a knock at the door.

“Hello Doctor Straussman,” Andrew greeted her cheerfully.

“I still don’t feel it’s a good idea for you to go home so soon,” she protested.

“And I feel that being there might jog my memory,” Andrew shot back.

“Fine,” Doctor Straussman flopped down in a chair. She looked up at him, “You do have my number, right?”

“Yes.” Andrew patted his pants pocket.

“Are you ready?” Veronica entered.

“Do I really need that?” Andrew rolled his eyes when he saw the wheelchair.

“It’s policy,” Veronica insisted.

“Fine,” Andrew took his place in the chair. Veronica wheeled him out of the room. As they moved down the hallway towards the elevator, Andrew would peek into the room with open doors. Some of the beds were empty, others with the sick or dying. He had to go home; he would be forever stuck in this place. The only problem was that he had to keep up the charade in public. It was the only way to keep Sheriff Delsmann off his back. Plus it was the only advantage Andrew had in order to carry out his investigation. If Andrew could convince Sheriff Delsmann he still suffered from memory loss, she would leave him alone. Of course, eventually he would have to regain his memory at some point, Andrew knew that. When the elevator doors opened, Veronica wheeled him inside. As soon as they were set, she pushed the button for the main floor.

Sheriff Delsmann waited in the main lobby of the hospital. In one hand she had a bouquet of balloons, and in the other a box of candy. People passing by smiled at her. Talia smiled back. They probably thought the gifts were for a loved one. In fact they were for Andrew. It wasn’t that Talia cared about him or anything like that. The real reason she was here was to see if Andrew Knight had managed to regain his memory. Talia wanted to observe the reunion with his wife. She was hoping to catch some glimmer of recognition in Andrew’s eyes when he saw his wife. That’s all Talia would need. She couldn’t wait to put Andrew Knight in the place he should be; not at home, but in jail! Talia straightened her taupe pant suit and brushed aside some loose strands of hair. Talia was almost giddy at the prospect of exacting her revenge on Andrew.

Megan parked the red AC Cobra and immediately got out. She walked somewhat briskly to the main entrance of Bayport Memorial Hospital. As soon as Megan entered the main lobby she saw Sheriff Delsmann standing there with balloons and chocolate. Megan was not happy to see her and the displeasure was quite evident on her face.

“Hello,” Megan’s voice oozed with displeasure.

“Hello Missus Knight,” Talia replied in opposite.

“Why are you here?” Megan asked.

“I just wanted to express my happiness that Mister Knight is finally going home,” Talia answered smiling. “I also wanted to apologize for my behavior.”

“I see,” Megan answered coldly.

When the elevator doors finally opened to the lobby, what Andrew saw caught him completely off guard. There was Sheriff Delsmann holding a bouquet of balloons in one hand and box of chocolates in the other. Presumably, there were for him, but why and what was she up to? The other was Megan. She was dressed to the nines in a black skirt and camisole. She had smoky eyes and blood red lips. Holy crap, Andrew lamented. How was he going to convince both of them that his memory still hadn’t returned? Andrew closed his eyes and drew a deep breath to regain his composure. Veronica moved him forward as they headed towards the two women.

Megan and Talia turned at the same time and saw Andrew being escorted by a nurse pushing him in a wheel chair. Megan was jumping up and down inside, but on the outside she was very composed. Talia was the opposite, very bubbly and excited.