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FEMMES FATALES
Chapter 3 "To The Rescue" Part II
by Trey and Arduinna Gallant
copyright 2000
George Williams paced the length of the sitting room
in his hotel, waiting for the 'phone to ring. Mara
had promised daily reports, and she was now three
days overdue. He glanced at the door. Mara's
brother, Bryan, whom he had contacted to express some
concern over the fact that he had not heard from her
since she left town, was due to come over and see
him. New developments, he had hinted. Mara was
probably out canvassing the neighborhoods, and would
call when she thought she had something. Meanwhile,
something had come up, something that might bear on
the case. For the time being, they would call their
cousin, the Sheriff and see what he knew of Mara and
how her inquiries were proceeding. They would ask
the Sheriff to call them at the hotel, because there
was someone they wanted Mr. Williams to meet.
His head turned to the door as someone knocked. He
went to the door and opened it, standing dumbfounded
when he saw a middle-aged man standing there with
Bryan Foster. The stranger was tall, lean and wiry,
with a long face dominated by an aquiline nose,
dressed in clothing that would have been more stylish
many decades earlier. The man brushed past George
and walked over and seated himself on the couch;
Bryan followed.
"Well, don't just stand there, sir," the stranger
said, amusement and a British accent tinging his
voice. "Shut the door and come talk to me."
The elder Mr. Williams did as he was told, and
accepted the card the man offered, before sinking
into a chair across from the couch. Then he looked
at the card and frowned. He blinked and read the
words there again. "Are you joking? This is real?"
"I was told that you were on the hunt for the person
responsible for the disappearance of your son," the
stranger replied. "I have information that might be
invaluable to you in that endeavour."
"I'm not hunting vampires, ghosts or things that go
bump in the night, Mr. ...Harker," George replied,
angry at the man for wasting his valuable time. He
handed the card to Bryan. "Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm expecting..."
"I seriously advise you to listen to Mr. Harker, Mr.
Williams," Bryan interrupted. He was frowning with
worry. "As you know, my brothers' firm does many
confidential investigations as well as legal work.
We are familiar with Mr. Harker's name and work." He
looked over at the occult investigator. "When he
contacted us, we wondered how a mere missing person's
case would rate the attention of such a man."
"You are expecting a 'phone call from a very
beautiful young lady," Harker interposed. "Or
barring that, a call from the local
constable...pardon me, Sheriff, with information
about her." George stared at him in dismay. "Don't
be so surprised, sir. Only a fool hunts alone. I've
had people following Miss Foster since she entered
her old haunts." George and Bryan exchanged glances.
"But she doesn't have any idea what she faces in this
investigation. She is more likely to find what she
is looking for than my agents are, to her harm.
While we are better equipped to deal with the
situation, but are having difficulty gaining any
local cooperation. I suggest that we combine
forces." He rose to his feet. "We can't help her
unless we leave now. Do you need to pack?"
"Just a few things," Mr. Williams replied.
"Get to it then, and then let us depart. The game,
as they say, is afoot!"
George Williams hurried into the bedroom and threw a
change of underclothes and a shaving kit into his
overnight bag. Then he removed a parcel wrapped in
oiled silk from an not very obvious pocket of his
suitcase, hesitated for a moment, and put it at the
bottom of the overnight case. He returned to the
sitting room. "I'm ready. Let's go."
Williams and Bryan followed Harker downstairs. As
they passed through the lobby, he stopped to leave
word at the desk that he would be out for a few days,
and would appreciate it if the hotel would hold his
messages. The telephone rang as they walked out the
door, and the desk clerk almost called him back when
the young woman asked for Mr. Williams. Instead, he
shrugged and sent it into the voice-mail system.
Outside, a chauffeur waited beside a long, black
limousine. He opened the door for the three men and
got behind the wheel. They stopped briefly at Bryan
Foster's residence, so he could collect a few
essentials, and then headed out of the city. As they
headed west on Rt. 7, Harker smiled at the
expressions on the faces of his two companions.
"I am not abducting you, gentlemen," he said, amused.
"You can relax and ask the questions that are
bouncing around in your minds. I will try to answer
them as best I can while we are en route." He looked
them both squarely in the eye. "Let me start by
informing you that Carl Williams was not the first
person to disappear in this area."
"Cousin Ed was looking into some cases of missing
persons about eight years ago," Bryan agreed with a
nod. "In fact, the last time we talked to him, he
said he was still investigating the matter, but that
he had no conclusive evidence of any wrongdoing. He
had Mara running background checks for him; wouldn't
tell anyone who those names were supposed to be, or
why he needed private inquiries made. Then he seemed
to drop the whole thing." He smiled ruefully. "Mara
was really annoyed with Edward when he seemed to back
away from the matter."
"And you didn't think it odd that your cousin would
decide not to pursue these cases more diligently?"
Harker asked Bryan. "From all that my people have
learned about the Sheriff, that is not entirely in
keeping with his usual way of doing things."
"Now that you mention it," Bryan nodded slowly, after
thinking the matter over from this fresh viewpoint,
"it did seem rather odd. Edward isn't usually so
careless. You don't think my cousin is involved in
these disappearances, do you? That's ridiculous!
Edward would never..."
"Such things have been known to happen before, young
man," Harker broke in gently. "And by 'involving'
your cousin, She has seen to it that no-one will come
near Her door without Her knowing about it."
"'She.' So you think you know who's responsible for
these abductions?" George Williams spoke up. He
watched the expression on Bryan Foster's face as he
realized that Harker was certain his cousin could be
involved in the mystery. He eyed the enigmatic
Harker sharply. "You think one of your 'creatures'
has taken up residence in Northern Virginia, don't
you?"
"My investigations have established this almost to a
certainty," the occult researcher replied.
"What crap!" exclaimed Williams. "Dracula's daughter
in the Blue Ridge? Give me a break!"
"You Americans have such closed minds," Leonard
Harker sighed. "Why can't you accept that there
might be things out there that are beyond your
comprehension? I did not say that the person
responsible for these disappearances was a vampire,
although I have encountered vampires of various kinds
in the course of my career. My organization has in
fact located and interviewed men who said they were
victims of a woman who lives in the area, the same
area where there have been so many unexplained
vanishings. The experience they describe includes an
encounter with a strangely compelling, mysterious
woman, followed by a period when they dropped out of
view. They have few intelligible memories of the
time they were missing. When they returned, they
were extremely debilitated; it often took them
weeks, or even months, to recover. No medical cause
could be found, although their weakness often left
them vulnerable to various infections."
"No bite marks on the neck?" Williams asked
sarcastically. "No inexplicable anemia?"
"I have told you," snapped Harker, "we are not
dealing with a vampire of the movie or literary sort.
The accounts we have gathered, compared to the
serious authorities on the subject, indicate a being
more like the so-called psychic-vampire, probably
with a strong sexual element to her choice of prey
and even her method of feeding. Paracelsus would
have called her a succubus. But this individual
appears to have some unusual powers of mind-control
for that kind, and an exceptionally predatory and
lethal nature. Has the disappearance of your young
lady not warned you that something more is going on
than you are currently aware of?"
"Her 'disappearance' could be just a matter of a flat
tire, or a broken 'phone," Bryan chimed in, making an
effort to bring some normalcy back into the
conversation. "I am confident that Mara can take
care of herself...."
"Were this a normal situation, with a convict on the
run, or an ex-husband skipping out on his child
support payments, that would no doubt be true,"
Harker broke in with an urgency that frightened
Williams. "But we are NOT dealing with either of
those cases here." He looked at the other two men,
his expression even more grave. "Put aside, as
unproven if you will, the concept that the woman we
seek is not human, gentlemen. Simply remember that
she has caused the disappearance of fourteen people
in the last eight years, including one of my trained
operatives, and has gained, somehow, the cooperation
of at least some members of the local community and
the non-interference of the rest. She is dangerous,
and she has allies in those she has enslaved to her
will. They will not let us near her easily."
"Then I think it's time we alert *our* operatives,"
Bryan said, beginning to sense the dimensions of his
worries. "May I use your 'phone, Mr. Harker?"
Harker frowned slightly, and opened the cabinet that
held the car 'phone. Bryan quickly dialed his
brother. "Steven? It's Bryan. Things seem to be a
little more involved than we assumed. Call in Mason
and have him and his associates get down there." He
paused to listen and frowned as he looked over at
Harker. "I'm not sure if their being armed is going
to make that much of a difference. And
Steve...*don't* tell Ed." He paused again. "Nor the
State Troopers either. Okay, let Adam Corwin know,
he is a friend of Jeff's and Mara's. But not
officially, just as a friend. I don't think the law
covers this situation very well." *****
Mara hung up the 'phone with a snort of frustration.
She had spent the last two days checking out the
names which had appeared on her list that fell within
the pattern she had noted on her search grid. She
had been so involved, that she had forgotten to check
in directly with her brothers or Mr. Williams,
figuring that her contacts with her cousin the
Sheriff would serve the same purpose. Now she
suspected this was not the case at all, and when she
tried to reach them, all she got was voice-mail.
The news of Larry's death in an 'accidental' fire
encouraged her suspicion that her friend had known
something which might have helped her investigation.
She was saddened by his passing, and alarmed at the
coincidence. Had he said anything, among his rather
cryptic remarks, which she should have taken as a cry
for help? And just why had he drugged her? When she
had awakened queasy and light-headed, she had
visited, not the local GP, but the county coroner,
and had tests done. These had come back today, and
confirmed the presence of a sedative. He had said he
wanted to protect her. For what reason did he think
that drugging her would protect her? Combined with
the way other people were acting, these things were
starting to make her paranoid. She was almost sure
she was being watched. She was beginning to regret
that she had not driven down to the city to have
those blood tests done.
Mara had stopped at Edward's office after Larry's
funeral, more than a little annoyed at her cousin's
lack of cooperation in her investigation. She would
have thought that *any* County Sheriff would have
been a little more concerned about the disappearance
of so many people in his jurisdiction. Edward had
simply pointed out that a rumor of a disappearance
was not a disappearance in fact, and left her to work
on her own. The meeting was far from satisfactory.
He had bluntly told her that he was under no
obligation to tell her about every private party that
stuck their noses into cases; there were always
curiosity-seekers, news services hunting for stories,
and so on. She had left the Sheriff's Office in a
very foul mood, and decided to stop at her cousin's
Fred's grocery store to call her brothers and Mr.
Williams at once. Edward's unwillingness to
cooperate changed the assumptions under which her
investigation had been proceeding. They should be
informed immediately. Especially now that she had
narrowed the field of search significantly.
"Hi, Fred," she called as she walked in. "Can I use
the 'phone?"
"Sure, Mara," he cousin replied, and waved her to the
telephone on the counter behind the cash register.
As she dialed Mr. William's hotel number, she noticed
the Sheriff standing on the sidewalk outside his
office, seeming to watch her through the window. She
defiantly meet his gaze, and he turned away. A
tingle of paranoia touched her spine, and she turned
to face the wall, cupping her hand around the
mouthpiece to add a bit of privacy to her
conversation. Williams wasn't in, so she left a
message. Her brothers' office lines were busy, so
again she had to use voice mail. She hung up, sighed
explosively in frustration, and turned around.
She was surprised to see that Homer, the man she had
met the other day, had come in while she was on the
'phone. He held a list in one large hand, which Fred
had to take from him as he smiled over at Mara, his
eyes warming. Fred gave Mara a knowing look as he
went to obtain the items on the list.
"H..Hello, Ms. Mara," Homer stammered.
Mara smiled up at him, "Getting more groceries for
your employer, Homer?"
"That is the job Ms. Preston has given me," the man
nodded, a happy smile on his face. "Have you come
back here to live?"
"No," Mara replied, shaking her head slightly, "I'm
here on a job. I just stopped by to spend some time
with my cousin." She looked over at Fred. "That is
if you can spare me a few moments. I need to eat, or
I'm going to pass out."
"Just give me some time to finish getting these items
for Homer," Fred smiled in pleasure at the
invitation, "and I'll be right with you, Mara."
Mara nodded and went over to the magazine rack along
the window by the front door, from which she could
watch the Sheriff's Office. Homer followed her, and
she was amazed that such a large man could move so
quietly. She looked up into his face and was struck
by the expression of longing she surprised in his
eyes.
"You look like an angel standing there in the
sunlight, Mara," Homer said after a few moments of
studying her. He lifted a hand towards her and then
dropped his arm, confusion dancing across his eyes.
He stepped away as Fred came towards them. "I'd
better go, now."
Fred handed Homer some packages, and the man went
outside to a sedan, where a young man sat behind the
wheel, waiting. Mara could not see him clearly
through the tinted windshield, but he might, *might*
have looked a little like the Carl Williams she was
looking for. Homer loaded the groceries, got in, and
they drove off.
"Let's get us some lunch," Fred said as he turned the
sign in the front door from 'Open' to 'Closed.' He
locked up the store, and accompanied Mara down the
street to the lunch counter. They spent a pleasant
half hour together, reminiscing over her childhood,
until Mara slipped some seemingly innocent questions
into their conversation.
"Nice guy, that Homer," she began.
"Seems okay," Fred agreed non-committally.
"I don't remember him from when I was growing up,"
she probed further.
"Nope," Fred confirmed. "Moved in a couple years
after you left. Works for one of those new people..."
He trailed off, as if afraid he might have said too
much.
"Which?" Mara asked, trying to keep her voice casual.
"Lilith Preston," Fred sighed, recognizing that he
had been out-maneuvered. "She's on your list. Moved
into the old Stump place. Keeps pretty much to
herself. I wouldn't go bothering her, Mara. My
brother Ed, he places a great store by her. The Sun
and Moon don't rise and set without her leave, by his
way of thinkin'."
Mara realized she was on doubtful ground when she
heard the Sheriff's name mentioned. She shifted the
subject by asking about one of Edward's former lady
friends. The rest of lunch passed pleasantly enough.
After lunch, Mara went back to her car, and checked
her list. Yes, the name was there. Lilith Preston,
moved in about nine years ago...just before the
disappearances began. She frowned. She really had
very little to go on: a coincidence of dates, a half
glimpsed face in a car. Not enough to call in Adam
Corwin and the State Police. It might have been
enough to ask her cousin to drop by and have a look
around, but now she couldn't trust him. She would
have to check this out herself. It occurred to her
that this might be dangerous, but she dismissed the
thought. She believed that her family connection
with the Sheriff would still protect her, and
besides, everyone knew she was here and looking for
the missing Carl Williams.
The only question was, should she wait for her
brother, or Mr. Williams, to get back in touch with
her, or should she get out there right away? She
never hesitated; her quarry must not be allowed to
catch its breath or go to ground. Or dispose of the
evidence, in this case, Carl Williams himself.
However, no sense being careless. She drove to her
Grandfather's house and left three messages
indicating where she was going: one on the computer,
highlighting Lilith's name and location on the list
and map; one pinned up on the corkboard by the
'phone; and a message on her brother's voice-mail.
Then she was ready to face the suspected kidnaper.
She drove up to the high valley, and paused at the
foot of the driveway leading to the nineteenth
century house. "Pretty ritzy, Ms. Preston," she
remarked, as she noted the improvements which had
been made. As she drove up to the door, she noticed a
man coming around the side of the house. She looked
intently at his face, and noticed a resemblance to
the man she was looking for, but this man couldn't
possibly be Carl Williams! He appeared to be several
years older, and haggard, as if he had suffered a
great illness from which he was having trouble
recovering. She saw him glance back as she pulled the
car up, and then continue into the house.
She hopped out of her T-bird and hurried to the
entrance. As she lifted her hand to knock, the door
opened, and a pretty young woman smiled at her
somewhat vacantly. "May I help you, Miss?"
"Julie, do not keep Miss Foster waiting at the door,"
Lilith practically purred as she came down the main
staircase. "Show her into the study."
Julie stepped aside, and Mara entered the mansion,
her every sense jangling an alarm. She followed the
maid into the study, and turned as Lilith entered.
Mara scanned her quickly: tall, willowy but
voluptuous, dressed in a charcoal gray jersey dress
with a cowl neckline that framed and set off her fair
complexion and night-black hair. Elegant, assured,
the poise of the aristocrat, used to getting her own
way. Altogether, a very dangerous person to have as
an opponent.
"Welcome to my humble home, Miss Foster," Lilith
said. "I have been hearing *so* much of you from
your cousin Edward that it is a pleasure to meet you
in person." She turned her head towards the maid.
"Julie, please fix us something to drink." She
returned her attention to Mara, and fixed her dark
eyes on the younger woman. "Now, how may I help
you?"
"My cousin never mentioned that he knew you, Ms.
Preston," Mara began, her eyes taking in the rich
surroundings. "If he had, I might have been spared
the trip up the mountain."
"And I would have been robbed of the pleasure of your
company," Lilith replied, her eyes sparkling with
amusement. "I believe I have heard that you are
looking into the disappearance of a young man in our
area?"
Mara nodded and pulled out Carl's picture, handing it
to Lilith, who contrived to brush her fingers along
the back of Mara's hand as she took the photo from
her. Mara froze for an instant at the unexpected
touch, a puzzled look passing quickly across her
face, and then continued, "His name is Carl Williams,
Ms. Preston. His parents hired our firm to look into
the matter because my brothers and I grew up around
here."
"A very sensible decision on their part," Lilith
commented. She looked the photo over carefully, and
then handed it back to Mara, who took it carefully,
avoiding contact with her fingers. "He is rather
good looking, is he not? Too bad, but I am afraid I
have no knowledge of the young man you seek. As you
might suspect, I do not get many visitors this far up
the mountain, Miss Foster. And I do not usually
leave the mansion except for emergencies."
"I met your employee, Homer, running some of your
errands while I was visiting my cousin Fred," Mara
remarked. "He's sweet, but a little unnerving."
"Poor Homer," Lilith smiled fondly. "He really can't
help it, the dear. He feels things so deeply, and
sometimes he can't express himself in speech too
clearly. You should read his writing, my dear, to
understand him better. He certainly is taken with
you." Lilith noted the slight reaction that Mara
could not quite control with a pleased smile.
At that moment, the phone rang, and Julie came into
the room to tell her that had an important 'phone
call. "Please excuse me for a moment. I shall not
be long."
She went into the hall and picked up the receiver
there. "This is Lilith." A frown appeared on her
exquisite features. "Yes, your cousin just
arrived....I do not believe she knows anything."
Anything more than I have let her discover, she
thought to herself. "Are you certain her 'phone call
was not just a daily report to her client?" Her
frown deepened further. "Do not worry too much,
edward. We knew she would get around to visiting me
eventually." Especially since I dangled the bait in
front of her eyes, she added silently. "I will see
to it that she is not a problem." As I should have
done before now, and not relied on you, a part of her
chided. "Good-bye, edward." She hung up.
Mara was browsing the titles on the bookshelves when
Lilith returned to the study. Lilith smiled and
motioned for her to sit on the couch, as Julie
brought in a tea service on a tray and set it down on
the coffee table. "Please join me in a cup of tea
before you leave."
Mara smiled briefly with her lips only. Not very
likely, Ms Preston, she thought, not after sharing
the drugged cocoa with Larry. But she took a seat
and watched Lilith pour two cups, her every move
elegant and graceful. Something about this woman
continued to bother Mara. She didn't know just what
it was, though, and that too bothered her.
Lilith turned towards Mara, and fixed her with an
intense look. "Cream?", she asked, watching her with
an extremely attentive expression. Mara nodded,
uncertain now under Lilith's scrutiny. Her hostess
poured a dollop in the cup without for a moment
lessening her deeply searching gaze. "Sugar?" she
said next, her whole body conveying an expectant
attitude. "Yes, thank you," Mara replied. What
does this woman want? Why is she watching me like
that? she thought.
Lilith extended both her hands holding the cup and
saucer towards Mara. As Mara reached for the saucer,
Lilith withdrew it just beyond her grasp. For a
second, Mara froze, confused. In that second, Lilith
very gently took Mara's extended hand, and guided it
with the lightest of touches half-way up between her
lap and shoulder height, as the younger woman looked
at her in confusion. She smiled warmly at Mara, her
hand stroking the back of Mara's as her dark eyes
fixed on her visitor's. Mara frowned, and tried to
pull away, alarmed by the intensity in the woman's
gaze, but somehow, she couldn't move. "You work so
hard, Miss Foster," Lilith purred as her hand moved
up and down, around and back, softly touching Mara's
hand and wrist now here, now there. "You need to
rest. A strong man to take care of you." Mara shook
her head, fighting against the sudden lethargy that
seemed to be settling over her. "You fight me? You
are a challenge, my dear. But if you resist, you
must be feeling the effects of my suggestions. Your
conscious mind resists, but you respond
unconsciously, automatically to my words." She spoke
to Julie, who was still standing by, but without
changing her tone, or breaking eye contact with her
victim, "Tell Homer I'd like to see him please."
Lilith returned her full attention to Mara. "You try
to resist, you try so hard to resist. It is so hard
to resist. You work so hard. You must be tired, so
tired. Tired of resisting. The harder you resist,
the more tired you become. You want so to rest, to
let someone else take care of you." At that moment,
there was a knock on the door frame, and Lilith
glanced over to see Homer enter. He was staring at
Mara with genuine concern.
"Mara," Lilith continued softly, soothingly, "here is
your friend Homer. He likes you very much. He is a
good man, a strong man. He will look after you. You
will do that for me, Homer, won't you?" Homer
nodded, a large smile on his face. She spoke again
to Mara. "Homer will take very good care of you, my
dear."
Mara tried to get to her feet, her mind telling her
that she needed to escape, but her body would not
move. Homer came over to the couch, a pleased look
on his face. Lilith smiled at Mara, her eyes warm
with...triumph? Pleasure? "I won't let you do
this," Mara said slowly, her words an effort. "I am
not..."
Lilith laid her fingers across Mara's lips and Mara
quieted. "You are whatever I will you to be, Mara,"
she said in her compelling voice. "Right now, you are
very tired and sleepy, and you are going to take a
little rest." Mara shook her head, and tried again
to get up, but Lilith restrained her with just a
gentle touch on her shoulder. She stroked Mara's
hair, "Rest now, my dear. You are such a beautiful
girl. Relax and go to sleep. It is time you
belonged to someone who can appreciate you. Sleep,
now, for me. You are mine now, to do with as I will.
That's right, sleep...sleep deeply, now." Mara's
head nodded, and her eyes fluttered closed. "And I
will that you become Homer's mate. Yes, deeply
asleep, now. He does like you so much, my dear, and
he will take such good care of you."
Homer's smile grew even broader as he reached down to
pull Mara to her feet. "No," she murmured in protest
as she tried to summon up the will to fight him, but
her struggles were weak and ineffectual. Lilith
stood too, and continued to stroke her hair and back,
and shortly she sagged limply into Homer's arms.
"Homer," Lilith commanded, "you are to keep her in
your rooms. She is not allowed in the house unless I
ask you to bring her here. She is not allowed out on
the grounds."
"Yes, Mistress," Homer nodded, his eyes shining with
happiness. He picked Mara up in his arms and carried
her out through the kitchen, the other servants
ignoring the sight. He took her along a brick path
to the old carriage house, and into his bedroom. He
sat down on the bed, laying her head in his lap so
that he could stroke her hair as she slept.
To be continued...
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