My Mate's Father is my Abuser

Chapter 5: Pent up Energy

Raven had stepped into her car that she had parked around the corner. She was going to head back to the motel, change, and see what sort of trouble she could get into tonight yet. ‘So, that was Oliver Flemming, damn he was hot and intense,’ mauled Raven. Raven’s mind went back to the lockers, where she had almost kissed him. The need to do so in that moment was strong.

Raven had such a huge urge to go back there, have him rescue her again… She shook her head. “Girlfriend, he has one of those. She was a piece of work. Guess it comes with the territory.”

Raven rolled down the window of her car to let the cool air in, to refocus herself.

She pulled up to the motel and got out of her car, checking in with Scott, letting him know all that happened.

“Interesting how they mentioned the missing girls. Any of them up there on the board?” questioned Scott.

Raven walked up to the board and found Mr. greasy, “This guy, maybe he’s just saying that to avoid suspicion?”

“Nay, I personally know that guy, it’s too dumb to think like that.” Scott took the photo and place it in a new location. “We’ll still keep him on our radar, just he won’t be as prominent. You did good girl and you managed to get the eye of the billionaire?”

“Just friends,” clarified Raven. “He has a girlfriend.”

“That’s never stopped the wealthy before, and you know all about that,” commented Scott. “This could be an opportunity for you to go undercover if he wants you as a mistress. He’s not hard on the eyes. Maybe that would be too close for you? I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“It’s a thought. It would get me closer. He did seem somewhat respectable. I see how the meeting goes tomorrow with him. Even as friends, I can get close.” Raven looked at her watch. “I’m going to get change and hit up the streets. By the way, let me know when the stuff arrives.”

“You’ll be the first to know, you can use the basement for it. Also, make sure to get some sleep, Marshal mentioned you have a habit of not resting,” recommended Scott. Raven waved dismissively as she left the office to head to her room.

An hour later, Raven was walking the streets of the city, looking for any danger. She wore tight black pants, with boots, with knives, and a red crop top, with a leather jacket. The back of her jacket housed stakes, liquid silver, and some holy water. It was nearly one in the morning when she heard screaming. Raven took off running to the sound, she stopped in front of a dark alleyway, not too far from her own traumatic event.

There was a man with a young woman pressed against the wall, as she struggled against his grip, his hand over her mouth as his mouth was clamped on her neck. Raven started running down the alley to them. The vamp looked up at the intrusion.

“Just wait a little bit and I’ll get to you next, love.” The vamp gave a toothy grin. Raven noticed the woman seemed to being slumping, her struggles had ceased.

“I want your time now though,” remarked Raven, hiding a stake up her sleeve. “I’m told I have some really good blood.”

“So, you’re one of those?” smirked the vampire, letting the woman fall to the ground, licking his lips as he walked over to Raven.

“You could say I have an addiction,” smiled Raven. The vampire was by her side in an instant. He leaned towards her neck. “The collarbone if you please.” Raven pulled her shirt down to expose the right side.

“You sure? Sometimes one doesn’t come back from being that close to the heart,” rumbled the vamp.

Raven laughed, “I like to live on the edge.” The vampire sank his teeth down into her flesh. Raven winced, she took the stake in her sleeve and plunged it into his back, just touching the heart. He froze, Marshal had stated he had found a trick over the years. Vampires will instantly freeze if you just pierce the tip of the heart. A great way to get information and possibly let them live.

Raven stepped back, his eyes spoke hatred. “Hunter.” He hissed. Raven walked over to the girl, she was pale, barely breathing, he was going to kill her. She needed to get her to a hospital soon.

Raven turned back to the vamp, “Six years ago, the alleyway between pine and albert street. There was a girl that got attacked by a pack of werewolf alphas. Know anything about it?”

“I may have heard something.”

“What did you hear?” Raven walked close to him to look at his eyes, they were beginning to turn red.

“Release me, and I’ll tell you what I know.”

Raven scoffed, “You don’t know anything.” Raven turned to leave.

“Wait, Bently Evens, alpha of the fang pack. I know he was involved in that. I don’t know the others. He bragged about it in the Underground Silver Moon Club. He goes there often. Now let me go.”

“You were going to kill this girl, why should I spare and make it quick.”

“I can help you, you’re the girl, aren’t you? I saw that she survived.”

“I let you live to kill another day? Nah,” He began to object, but Raven did a swift kick pushing the stake further in, until he proofed into dust. She picked up her stake, and walked over to the girl. Raven hauled the girl out to the main road and called an ambulance. The girl was a lot younger than she had originally thought, seventeen… eighteen maybe.

It was until two hours later that she managed to get back to the motel. Raven had gone with the girl to make sure she was okay, and answered some trivial questions, such as what happened. Raven responded, ‘not knowing,’ ‘found her this way.’ Once the girl began to show some life, Raven slipped out. To get some sleep, before meeting Oliver.

She also now had another lead, this one might be easier to get to, get the rest of the names… Raven knew she needed to figure out the missing girls first. Only because she was sure she wouldn’t survive when she finally goes after the alphas.