Paranormal After Dark: 20 Paranormal Tales of Demons, Shifters, Werewolves, Vampires, Fae, Witches, Magics, Ghosts and More

by Rebecca Hamilton

  "Sounds easy."

  "—onto a zip drive, which you are to keep with you wherever you go."

  "How 'bout at your mom’s house?"

  "We'll find you and get it when we are ready. Understand?"

  He picked up a book and tossed it after the lamp. It made a dent in the wall. "Anything else, Master?”

  "We'll contact you soon." The man hung up.

  Gage almost tossed the phone, but at the last second overturned the glass coffee table instead. He didn't know if he was angry at being told what to do or more upset that they were messing with his Claire.

  He paced from the kitchen to the living room. What would they want with Claire? Maybe they knew what he'd done to her earlier today, or maybe they were going to do something to her because she was close to discovering his identity.

  Either way he had to do something about Bodian. Later. First, he had to break into a hospital to find out what they wanted with Claire.

  Twenty minutes later, Gage pulled into the hospital’s parking lot and walked in wearing a lab coat with his head held high. He nodded and smiled at people he passed. He even chuckled when someone said, "Hello, Doctor."

  Gage stopped in front of the hospital’s directory. It took him only a moment to find what he was looking for—an office that would have very little traffic this time of day, a neurosurgeon’s. He moved over to the elevators and snuck in the doors just as they were closing.

  A pretty red-haired nurse asked, "Going up?"

  "Yes, please. Third floor."

  She pressed the button. "That's where I'm going. Are you a doctor?"

  "One day. I'm actually here to pick up some scans for a doctor across town."

  "Oh." She glanced at him sideways. "Do you come here very often?"

  Was she flirting with him? He inched toward her. "Just moved here. From Hawaii."

  Her brown eyes lit up. "Oh, I've always wanted to go there. Is it as beautiful as it is on television?"

  He shrugged. "It's the same. But the girls are definitely hotter here.”

  She giggled.

  He placed his hand on the wall behind her, just above her shoulder. "When's your lunch break?"

  "I'm just getting back."

  The elevator doors opened. "Too bad. Hey, do you mind taking me to Dr. Harrisburg’s office?"

  He let her pass before he followed her out. Scrubs do nothing for the female figure, he noticed.

  "Sure. It's this way, but he’s not in there. He’s in surgery."

  "No problem. I'm sure he left the file for me on his desk. What's your name?"

  She looked over her shoulder at him. "Megan. What's yours?"

  "Jack."

  She stopped in front of an office door. "Nice to meet you, Jack. This is Mr. Harrisburg's office."

  He looked inside and then back at Megan. "Could you go in and get it? I don't like to go into doctors’ offices when they're not in."

  "How very honest of you," she said. She slipped past him and into the office, batting her eyelashes at him over her shoulder.

  He pointed. "I bet it’s that big manila envelope in the basket over there."

  "Will it have your name on it?"

  "It should."

  Megan turned her back to look through the basket. Gage stepped into the room and quietly closed the door.

  "I don't see—”

  He cut off her words by placing his hand over her mouth. His other arm wrapped around her chest. "Listen to me closely and you might get out of this alive, do you understand?"

  When she didn't respond, he moved his other hand up to her neck and squeezed. "Do you understand?"

  She nodded.

  "I want you to go to that computer over there and log me into the hospital's system. Can you do that?"

  She nodded again.

  "Good girl. I'm going to let go now,” he said. “And remember, don’t make a sound." Gage slowly removed his hand and turned her around. Her whole body trembled beneath his grip.

  He stroked her face, wiping a tear from her eye. "If only I had more time," he mumbled. Her eyes flashed to the door.

  "Get to it," he said, motioning to the computer. "And no tricks."

  Megan sat down, her eyes continually looking at the doors. "Please don’t kill me. I’ll do whatever you want,” she said. Her voice squeaked as if her throat was still being constricted.

  He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Just do what I want. And hurry."

  She moved the mouse and the computer screen came to life.

  "I can't access the Doctor’s personal files," she said. Her hand was shaking so badly that the cursor on the screen kept bouncing.

  "I don't care about the doctor. Just get into the hospital’s records." He squeezed her shoulders.

  She yelped, but entered her name and password when prompted. "Okay, you're in. What are you looking for?"

  "You'll never know," Gage said. He turned his arm and elbowed her hard into her temple. She slumped forward, unconscious.

  Gage pushed her out of the chair and took her place. He stretched once and cracked his knuckles before typing "Claire Williams" and her birth date.

  Claire's file appeared on the screen, but he didn't bother reading it. He'd save that for when he was alone and could decipher what Bodian was after. In addition to saving the files to a zip drive, he also printed them.

  As soon as the document finished printing, he tucked the papers under his arm and walked from the office. Soon he would be hiding behind Albert’s face, with him still in charge, of course. Albert was his puppet, and he, the puppet master. If he listened hard enough, he could still hear Albert begging for release.

  A sudden thought occurred to him, a solution to the other man in Claire’s life. Originally Gage had planned a wonderful death for Him just as soon as Claire had been unleashed, but what if “Albert” could convince her that the other boy was Gage? And maybe, just maybe, he could convince her to kill Him.

  Gage laughed. He would love to watch her kill the boy who claimed to love her.

  Chapter 36

  CLAIRE STAYED AT the beach for several hours, swimming, laying out, speaking to strangers, basically doing whatever she felt like. A couple of times she caught glimpses of Logan and Ethan, separate from each other, but she ignored them.

  Eventually she returned home when she grew hungry and tired. For a long time she stared at the television even though it wasn’t turned on. And slowly, like the fog that often rolled into Bandon, her inner pain returned. And it was stronger, lurking just beneath the surface, like a shark stalking its prey.

  She thought back to her behavior and how cruel she'd been to Kate. It made her angry. Gage. He'd done this.

  Claire tightened her fists and imagined all the ways she could hurt him. She pictured him injured and bleeding. What it would look like. What she might smell. She hoped to rip his eyes out, ram an ice pick up his nose, stab a— Claire stopped, surprised by her thoughts. Never had she thought this violently about someone else before. Even her own father.

  The Bodian drug. Her violent thoughts must be a delayed side effect.

  Claire clawed at her neck, wishing she could peel the skin off and drain the poison from her.

  The doorbell rang.

  She sat up, heart pounding. Please go away. Whoever it was, she didn't want to face them.

  A knock on the door moved her to the edge of the couch.

  "Claire?"

  It was Ethan.

  "Come on, Claire. If you're in there, please answer the door."

  She stood, her pulse beating in her ears. She wanted to run to him, feel safe in his arms, but she wouldn't be safe. He could be Gage hiding behind Ethan’s face and gentle voice.

  "Alright. I'm leaving," he said.

  His words left her cold, and she didn’t want to feel that way on top of everything else. Most of all, she didn’t want to be alone.

  Claire rushed to the front door and opened it. They stared at each other long and hard. Because he didn't
say anything, neither did she. The air between them felt pressurized, like at any moment it might explode.

  Finally he took a step toward her.

  "You got dressed," he said, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

  Please don't be Gage.

  "Ethan, I—”

  "Let's go inside and talk.” He took hold of her hand.

  Claire sat down on the sofa, expecting him to sit next to her, but instead he got on his knees in front of her. He leaned over onto her lap and stared into her eyes. "First, how are you feeling? Are you back to your old self?"

  She looked down. "I think so. I am so sorry."

  He squeezed her hand. "The only thing you should be sorry for is not telling me about what Gage was going to do sooner. Maybe I could've prevented it."

  "That's what scares me. I don't think anyone can stop him. He's going to unleash me and there's nothing anyone can do about it."

  "That's not true. You can leave, just like you planned."

  "I'm not going anywhere. He'll kill everyone I know."

  "He's bluffing. He can't kill everyone."

  "Yes, he can. I've felt the same power that's in him, experienced just a fraction of his thoughts, and I haven't even been unleashed yet."

  Ethan was quiet, then, "You can't be alone. There's no other way around it."

  "I'm not alone. Smith still has a cop following me around."

  "It's not enough. Does your mom know what's going on?"

  "I don’t think she understands it, or maybe she can’t deal. In fact, she's leaving this weekend to Portland with a friend. I thought I’d gotten through to her. Hell, at one point she even suggested we move together."

  Ethan shook his head. "I'm sorry. That must hurt."

  "A lot of things hurt. I wish I didn't have to feel."

  "That's what the drug did to you, wasn't it?"

  She sighed, remembering how wonderful it was not to care. "Am I a horrible person for admitting that it was the best I've felt in years?"

  "Of course not." Ethan got up and sat on the couch next to her. "But please remember that the pain you're feeling is what makes you human. It's what makes you compassionate and kind. And this pain has made you into a strong woman."

  She laughed, a little, and leaned her head against his shoulder. Figuring out Gage’s true identity was going to be a lot tougher than she thought. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe it wasn't Ethan or Logan at all. Maybe—

  Ethan stood up. "I guess it’s settled then."

  "What?"

  "If your mom doesn't care, I'm going to be with you 24/7."

  “But what about your parents? They can’t be okay with this.”

  “You let me worry about them.”

  Claire almost accepted, but then shook her head. "You can't, don't you understand? Gage will kill you."

  Or I will, she thought, and instantly regretted it. "I can't ask you to risk your life for me."

  "You didn't ask." He glanced at his watch. "I need to get a few things first, something that should at least stun Gage if he does appear." Ethan peered out the window. "Looks like Officer Johnson is still out there. Will you be okay if I'm gone for twenty minutes?"

  "Of course."

  He opened the door. "I'll be right back."

  "I know, I know. Get going." She followed him out and waved at Officer Johnson. He waved back.

  After Ethan left, she paced her small living room, a feeling of dread growing. She wasn't going to be safe, no matter what Ethan brought back. Gage wouldn’t stop until she was just like him and anyone in the way would only end up dead.

  She shivered and prayed Ethan wasn't Gage. How could he be? But it couldn't be Logan either. "Fight, Claire," Valerie’s words echoed again in her mind. And that's what she would do. No matter what or who. But how to fight Gage?

  She stopped moving.

  The gun.

  She glanced to the back door and then to the clock. If she hurried, she might be able to find it and return before Ethan. And she wouldn't tell anyone. She'd hide the gun on her, and the moment she saw anyone around her even sneeze funny, she'd blow them away.

  Claire snatched her cell phone and snuck out the back door. She cut through the forest, avoiding the trails to save time. After a few minutes of running she was surprised to discover that she wasn't tired in the least. Another side effect?

  In just a short time, Claire arrived at the cliffs. She tried not to shake as she stumbled through tall grass and bushes, searching as quickly as possible for the gun, but the air felt tainted as if Gage's presence had scarred the area. She swallowed hard and continued searching despite the heavy pressure building around her chest.

  In a matter of minutes, she found the gun lying upside down against a tree. She picked it up and tucked it behind her back. She turned on her cell phone. Only five minutes to get back.

  She took off running, pushing herself hard. Faster, she thought. Move!

  Just as Claire exploded out of the forest, she noticed Ethan's car pull into her driveway. She raced up the back porch and into the living room. The front doorknob was turning. Reaching behind her back, she removed the gun and shoved it under the couch. She straightened just as Ethan walked in.

  "That was fast," she said, trying very hard to control her breathing.

  "Really? I didn't think so." He frowned at her. "Why is your face red?"

  She touched her cheek. "Is it?"

  Ethan walked over and felt her forehead. "And you're hot and sort of sweaty. What's up? Are you sick?"

  She jumped at the excuse. "A little. Must be something left over from whatever Gage injected me with."

  Ethan helped her sit down. "Have you told Smith yet?"

  Claire shook her head. "And I'm not going to. There's nothing he can do about it other than what he's already doing. No point worrying him."

  "You're probably right. Why don’t you lie down while I make you dinner?"

  "We’ll make it together," she said, knowing it was best to stay busy so she wouldn’t have to think about killing someone she loved.

  Chapter 37

  THE NEXT FEW days, Ethan and Logan drove Claire crazy with their over-attentiveness until she thought she'd shoot them both. Between the two of them, they had managed to arrange their schedules so she was never alone. Her mother didn't ask any questions. In fact, Claire thought she looked a little more relaxed than usual.

  It was Friday night, the day her mom was leaving for the weekend, to de-stress, she’d said. Before she shut the car door, she asked Claire who would be staying with her for the night. Claire answered Logan. Ethan had some family event with his parents. Her mother closed her eyes and actually smiled. "Okay, have fun," she said and drove off, glancing once at Claire in the rearview mirror.

  After she left, Claire knew Logan wasn't going to come over. She wouldn't let him, but she also didn't want to be alone either. She decided to call Kate. Claire had already apologized to her the day after getting the injection from Gage, and even though Kate said she had forgiven her, there was still tension. She hoped to change that tonight.

  "What are you doing?" Claire asked, after calling Kate’s phone.

  "Same thing I do every night—nothing. Man, I miss practice." In the background, Claire thought she heard the sounds of pages of a magazine turning.

  "Why don't you call Steph and Audrey, and we'll have a slumber party?"

  "Serious? Like we did in middle school?"

  "Yeah, why not? My mom's not home."

  There was a slight pause. "What about Gage?"

  Claire paused back. "You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

  "Screw it," Kate said. "Gage wouldn't dare mess with four hormonal teenage girls. And besides, you still have a cop watching your house, right?"

  "Yes. Logan was supposed to come over, but I'm sick of him and Ethan following me everywhere."

  "And I'm sick of watching it," Kate agreed.

  "Then you'll come?"

  "Totally. I'll call S
teph and Audrey now. See you soon!"

  Claire hung up the phone and peered out the window. A cop car was still parked outside. Poor guys. They had to be tired of babysitting.

  Headlights flashed in the window from a car driving up the driveway. Logan. He was early.

  Before he could knock, she opened the door and blurted, "I was going to call you. You don't need to be here tonight.”

  He stepped by her into the living room. "Sorry. I'm here to stay."

  "Serious, Logan. The girls are coming over. We're having a sleepover."

  He cringed. "Really?"

  She kept her hand on the open door. "Yes, I need some girl time. You and Ethan are driving me crazy."

  His eyebrows lifted. "You and Ethan having problems?"

  "No," she emphasized the word. "I just need a break from both of you."

  His face grew serious. "Claire, I'm really worried about you."

  "Don't be."

  "Can I be honest with you?"

  "Aren't you always?"

  He took a deep breath. "It’s something I mentioned awhile ago, but I wasn’t really serious, but now I am. There's only one way Gage could know everything about you. It's like he's been in the middle of every conversation we've ever had, and he always knows where you're going to be."

  Claire played dumb. "I get it, so?"

  "So that means Gage is someone super close to you."

  She backed up onto the porch, very aware of the cool metal of the gun against her back. She took it with her everywhere now.

  "I know,” she admitted. “I put two and two together several days ago."

  She kept calm. Waiting. Watching.

  Gratefully, Logan stayed where he was at—two feet inside her house. "Then you know that Gage has got to be either me or Ethan."

  She hesitated. "Possibly."

  "Claire, you must believe me when I say I'm not Gage."

  "And I don't think it’s Ethan."

  "Well, I'm telling you that I do think it’s him and every second you’re with him, I'm sick. I can't keep watching you."

  "Watching me?"

  His head lowered. "Yes. I've just been waiting for him to slip up so I can—”

  "What, Logan? What are you going to do?"