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Dakota

Deaths Handmaiden

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Date: Aug 13, 2007

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Salem was so small compared to Boston, and Boston was where she was once more. Alaster sate sipping a cup of what he called Coffee, Kota called in shit in a cup, because that's what it tasted like. Cop's coffee, strong as the stink on a wart hogs ass and did not taste much better then kiss the old buggers hinny either. She was spoiled on her coffee's and tease, just a little bit. But Kota would take a cup of sweetened Rose tea over a cup of coffee any day. Was just a short break between the two of them, he had come over to help pack up some box's and try to talk her out of moving away from Boston again. Al was that father figure type, looked after Kota when she had come back from New York to work for Boston PD, and never stopped even after she quit. Now he sat there, eyes on her back while she pulled Books down off the self and stuffed nick nacks in to bubble wrap wads before sticking them in to boxes. "What in gods name is so great about Salem that your closing up your office here, and moving up in to a Monster pit." If looks could kill, Al would have been dead where he sat, whipping her head around she set eyes of molten violet fire on him. It was enough to make him cough a little, a few drops of coffee must have gone down the wrong way. Ever one was so used to the silent, compliant, mellow Kota in Salem. Al though, he knew her temper and how harsh it could be when she let it lose... He had been one of the people that had watched what happened to Byron when Kota lost her temper with the Vampire. Byron was one of the reasons Kota was so uncomfortable around the long toothed walking dead.... He had tried to roll her, and it had almost worked. If Al had not of grabbed her when he did, made her look away Kota would have fallen under the Vampires power... What she had done to him frightened even her, though she did not admit that, not even now. "Fuck you Al... I am one of those monsters if you haven't forgotten." His hand went up, and he was nodding softly in that polite way of saying I am wrong and I am sorry. "I know, I did not mean it that way, Its just one day you leave for a job, over a month latter your not making any progress... your distracted, and all of a sudden your moving to another city to set up shop there? It's not like you Dakota." A shrug of her shoulders, and a sigh. She turned back to what she was doing accepting the unspoken apology for what it was. Al had been to good to her over the years to hold a grudge against for more then a few seconds. Pictures came after the last of her Ravens had been rolled up and tucked safely away in to a packing box. A photo of Murphy came in to her hands, she drifted in to the memory of when it had been taken. Was her first Marathon race when she was in High School. 12 years ago, she looked so different now. Not so skinny and a little shorter. "Your right, its not like me, its all the more reason I need to do this Al. I have been closed up and walled off from people all my life, never accepted, always the freak. I am not abnormal in Salem, and... I have found something there I have needed... I found a sister in Sil, a friend in Ash, though I wish I was as close to him as I am Sil... Lyric, she is a song bird, and Barb god laid his hands on that woman when he had a boner the size of mount rush more... She is a Bomb shell.. Milo is well... If any one hurt me, Milo and Ash would tag team their ass till the sun went down... a month after they started... That is if Harry did not beat them to it." Had to be how she said the name, of the smile on her face when she had to turn and tuck the pictures of her brother and her in to a box. While she took them all down one by one he started to laugh. Slapped his knee, tossed his head back and filled the room with a laugh that came from deep inside, that made the belly jiggle and the heart feel light. "There is a guy! Well Mag's was right... She said there had to be a man involved to make you pack up and head out. I told her there was no way. I lost the bet, looks like i have to take her out to a show instead of going fishing next week... " "Oh Shut up Al! I am not moving because of a guy! Yes there is someone, but its not the reason. Its only one part of the many, and no I am not getting in to this with you so change the subject." Would have been like talking to your old man about the cute guy in school you like. Kota did not want to go in to that, It was none of his business any way. Harry and her were taking things very slow. For one, she was not a member of the pack, even if Sil made her feel like she was sometimes. She was breakable, as Ash had put it. Human for the most part and that could be a complication. She only wished the heart in her chest that raced every time she his beautiful white blue eyes and flashy smile. "Fine fine... Your Father cam...." He did not even get to finish what he was saying when Kota snapped at him. Her father was alive and well, living with a woman two years younger then Kota back in New York and had been when he had walked out on her mother. He was a weak pathetic fool and that was the end of it. "Al, don't even bother. I don't want to know, don't want to hear. You know why, so try again" "Going to have to deal with him someday Kota" "No I wont Al, he had no place in my life any more... he did not show up for mom's funereal, did not show up for Murhp's..." She shook her head closed a box, moved on to the next shelf. Her home office slash living room was looking pretty bare already. She did not really own a lot and it was all easily packed due to her OCD and need to keep things clean and in order. Black Sharpie was used to label the boxes, unpacking was going to be so easy this way. " David's case go's back to trial next month... His lawyer can't get it pushed back any further. He got arrested pondering on your do a week ago. Broke the restraining order, so look out after yourself while your in town.... I better get on home before Mag's had a hissy fit. Ill meet the movers tomorrow and give them the address for your new place." "Thanks Al. and take that shit with you... i will never get the smell of it out of the cup." The phone in her pocket went off, was a ring tone she had not heard in a long time. The song New York New York went off muffled in her jeans. What girl would not want to have Franky in her pants? In the middle of the good bye hugs and laughs the phone cut it all short, Al kissed her on top of the head and out he went waving from the curb while Kota shut the door, phone to her ear. "Well isn't this a day full of surprises. How are you Kurt?" The phone call was all the niceties that come before bad news. Kota's stomach was already knotting up in anticipation of the inevitable favor he was going to as of her. Thing about cops, is they don't call you when you leave the force unless they need something from you. Its a whole loyalty thing. Why had she not gone to school to be a fire fighter or a nurse or something. No She wanted to be a cop. Now what was she? A PI/Animator... The ball dropped and she was the one bring Kurt to the head and ask already. She sat down first, on the edge of the couch resting her elbows upon her knees, fingers laced together like lovers forming a tight ball she bowed her forehead against. "I'm in a bind Dakota... Working a murder case, and I need your help. Please listen before you answer please. Because your the only person I know that can do this for me. Vic's only 16. A fucking kid, he tore her up Dakota. Names Monica Harrison, she had been missing since 2001. She was just a baby. She was kidnapped from a park in Miami, who knows how many places he has drug her. We have a suspect, Neal Jefferson. I know he is guilty, I Know it!" Just the sound in Kurt's voice assured her he knew what he was talking about. She listened, let him tell her about what this sick fucker had done to her before he had thrown her away like a broken toy he was finished playing with. Humans call Vampires, shifters, and all those unnormal types monsters. Yet they are the ones butchering each other every day. In comparison, Humans are the most ruthless primitive monsters on the face of the earth. "He knew how to cover his tracks, We found nothing at the dump sight, no witnesses, no one had so much as seen the girl until he got here to New York and his land lady said she had seen the girl once when the apartment had been rented out to Jefferson. He claims she was siting out on the stoop, it was raining so he let her come inside, feed hr. gave her a place to sleep for the night and in the morning she was gone... along with his wallet. His apartments clean, looks like only a temporary stop. I don't get him soon he is going to fly and he will do this to someone else..." Was getting annoying listening to him go over the more in depth details. Monica had been abducted, molested, abused, broken, her childhood stolen from her and her life ripped from her. It was enough to make her want to be sick. "Get to the point, No witness, get an animator, Raise the girl, get her statement. Case closed..." "Not that easy Dakota. He... He ripped her throat out, cut her tongue out, She could not give uys a statement.... But you.." "NO!... No Kurt. I have enough nightmares of my own... NO!" She hung up the phone, pulled herself up on to the couch and in to a ball. Right now more then ever she wanted to be curled up with Harry, listening to his voice as he explained the whole Baseball thing or was telling dirty jokes. Or with Sil, running around the grave yard sipping on whiskey till they were both fall down drunk. Kurt wanted from her something that she did not want to give... It had all come about by ascendant really, well she found out what she could do that way. Got to love how when your natural talents get stronger they have a way of just presenting themselves at the most inopportune moments. Raising a Zombie for a client. Nothing to bad, just a daughter needing to know where all the important papers were after her parents had been killed in a car accident. Kota went though the whole ritual, blooded the ground, put up her circle and had just about completed things. Was one thing left to do, blood to wet the cords of the dead and the chicken she had used just did not give enough. So a cut across her arm, it grossed out hr client but it got the job done. The dead man drank, sucking at her wrist like a babe to a mothers tit, Was not something she normally did, nor did she normally get to touchy with the zombies. Hand laid to the back of his head just to balance herself when her footing had slipped. In to her mind came imaged, memory that was not hers! Pain ripped up though her body, all of a sudden she could not breath, felt as if someone had used a sledge hammer and crushed her chest in. She saw those last moments of the mans death, the flash of white barreling towards him, How his arm went up against his wife's chest, even though she was belted in. He had tried to protect her and it did no good. Broken glass, the smell of gas, radiator fluid and the sounds of twisting metal resonated in her ears. Smoke came next, it was so real Kota had been sure her lungs were being seared from the inside out. It had been a quick death, thankfully. A few minutes at the most before the blood lose and internal injuries had taken their toll. When it was over she was on the ground, gasping for a breath, screaming and in tears. Her client had not known what to do, and with her dead father there looking at her with dead eyes. Prolly scared the girl for life... It had Kota. In one instant she had relived not only the memory, but the pain the dead man had suffered. All by accident. It had given her nightmares for weeks... took months to get passed it all, learn what triggered it, how to control it... To use it in moderation so it would not just decide to happen all by itself again. Many times after that she had taken on the memories of someone else's death, suffered the pain, lived those moments as clearly as if they had been her own. Not a one of them had been a peaceful death. Murder victims all of them... The last time had been in London, When she had been asked to help catch a killer who's face had never been seen by any one but the victims. Now Kurt was asking her to do this again... To take on another nightmare, suffer this girls death, her pain, her haplessness to catch someone who would do it again. Curled up on the couch, fighting off her own memories, her own demons with the phone ringing and ringing and ringing. Slender fingers reached for the portable leash as she liked to call them. Pressed the talk button letting the blue tooth in her ear pick up the call. Was Kurt, he was begging... Could she let someone else die because she did not want another bad dream? She already knew the answer to it. "I'll come in next week... say, Monday. I'll catch a flight early in the morning... We do this, I'll give you my statement. Get him in a line up, Ill finger him then I am leaving. Overnight me the tickets. I am not footing the bill on this one." She hung up the phone, stuffed her hurt and her fear down in to the little box in that deep dark place inside her that no one got to see... And she got herself up chasing away the imaged in her head by getting to work. One thing the phone call had done was renewed her packing spirit. Half her apartment was packed a few hours latter. Rest of her cloths were in the car, some of the smaller boxes in the back seat with her personal ever day stuff and some of her pictures. All her grave stone rubbings had been carefully put in to her portfolio and settled on top of it all. By Seven pm she was done, Every thing was ready for the movers to pick it up tomorrow with Al being her watch dog so no one got sticky fingers. As if the day could not have gotten worse... She was ready to head back to Salem, just locking up and heading down to the car when she turned and saw him standing there. Leaning against the hood of her truck. David, the ex, the bastard she had been wanting to see get run though by a harpoon, beheaded drawn and quartered... If public torture was legal she would have begged the judge to bring it down on his head. "Leave" She was already dialing 911 when he came at her, grabbed her arm so hard she felt the muscle pull, bruised under the skin and promised to be a pretty shade of purple in a few hours. But this Irish girl was no helpless little doe, Twisting her body around to face him, left arm drew back and down then came up with fingers curled back to form a cat paw. Heel of her palm met his nose and sent him on to the ground with blood gushing out and his ass was out like a light. Cops showed up, took the report. Cuffed David and it was over... All Kota wanted was to be back in Salem.... And that was where she was going. -- Edited by Dakota at 09:16, 2007-08-13 __________________

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