worse as images of Alicia and the other victims again danced in Sterling’s mind. He heard their screams and felt their fear as their life force left their bodies. The dominant sensations were that of Alicia, yet her screams blended in with the other young murder victims Sterling had experienced in the past. Their fears and cries invaded his thoughts and tormented him.
Raymond knelt beside the couch, careful not to touch his son. “Can I get you anything?”
“A brunette.” Sterling squeaked out as he began violently scratching his chest and stomach.
“No! You’ll only make the pain worse,” his father scolded as he grabbed his son’s hands.
Sterling closed his eyes and moaned, which caused Alex to rush to the light switch and turn off the overhead light. “Is the pain always this bad?” she asked Jackie.
“I’ve only seen the pain like this a few times,” Jackie said. “Sulie better get here quick, or I’m goin’ to start touching that boy myself whether he wants me to or not.”
Alex looked out the window and watched as William talked on his cell phone to Sulie. When he began to wave his arms towards the road she smiled, obviously knowing Sulie’s car was racing down the street. “I think William sees her. She should be here …”
Before Alex could finish, Sterling’s body began thrashing on the couch and his father forcefully held him down. Sterling threw his head back and growled as he tried to sit up, but his head pounded by the movement which caused him to retch and spit up the red blood from his earlier meal from the coed. The blood splattered on his clothing while his body began convulsing.
Alex and Jackie were already touching Sterling’s face when they heard the slam of the back door and Sulie’s fast footsteps racing towards the living room. As she ran towards him, she pulled her long blond hair up in a scrunchy and then rolled up her shirtsleeves. By the time she made her way to the couch, Raymond had ripped Sterling’s stained shirt and protective long–john–like covering from his body. The three women stroked and caressed Sterling’s body as his father removed his jeans. Sulie allowed the other women to move on his back and arms as she tore at the bottom of his remaining skin covers and touched his legs.
Sterling’s body eased from its tightness and he began to relax on the couch, letting out a sigh of relief. His eyes remained shut as he moaned and reached out to his caregiver only to find too many hands on his body. To his horror he watched as Jackie stroked his chest and Alex his arms. The two were kind–hearted to help him, but he had learned his lesson long ago about not getting too close to the team members’ women.
“Just Sulie,” he choked out.
The two women glanced towards Sulie for directions. Then they both backed off as Sulie shook her head and said she could handle the healing on her own. Her swift hands caressed his aching body, and she used every inch of her exposed flesh, her hands and forearms, to touch his skin.
As Sterling’s condition became more in control, Raymond asked, “What was the case you were working on today?”
“Serial killer. Women raped, dead.” Sterling took a deep breath. “Last victim was a vampire.”
The team members looked from one to another. “Are you sure?” Raymond asked.
Sterling rolled over so his Aunt could work his lower back. “Positive. She should have been able to protect herself, but she didn’t.”
“Female vamps may be stronger, but they can be caught off guard. Maybe he surprised her.” Raymond suggested as he helped his son to sit up.
“I’m much better. Thanks. Why don’t you go back to what you were doing,” he said, trying to stand up.
“Sit down,” his Aunt scolded. “You’re still too sick.” She removed his shoes and socks and began caressing his feet.
The migraine still pounded in his head, but the antidote did not reside with Sulie. He needed to leave and meet with the guys at the
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