Family faces are magic mirrors.
Looking at people who belong to us,
we see the past, present, and
future. ~Gail Lumet Buckley
Magic Mirrors
by Nefereu
Chapter 1
Catherine was lying on the hospital bed in the high
rise she’d been brought to less than a week before. The withdrawal pains
from the weeks of drugs she was given were especially bad right now. She
was even unable to stand up any more today. Though the drugs had been
stopped and her environment had improved,
Catherine’s spirits were at their lowest.
Just a few days earlier, Catherine had discovered a
pipe and begun tapping a message she hoped would reach Vincent Below.
Several hours later, there had been a commotion at the warehouse where
she was being held. At one point, Catherine’s heart quickened as she
heard what she thought was Vincent’s characteristic roar. Unfortunately,
the guards burst in and swept Catherine away to her new location before
she was able to discover anything. Since then, she’d been left alone
until two days ago.
On that day, a doctor and nurse entered. Her pleas
for help had fallen on deaf ears. They had subjected her to numerous
physical exams and taken many vials of blood. Finally, today, she had
learned their purpose. The man who kidnapped her wanted her baby, the
child of Catherine and Vincent’s love created that dark night so long
ago it seemed an eternity.
Catherine overheard two guards talking while they
escorted the nurse and her to the exam room for another physical.
Remaining silent was a skill she had cultivated during her ordeal, one
that had served her well on more than one occasion.
Vincent, it seemed, had indeed tried to rescue her.
Realizing he was the baby’s father, the man who held her was no longer
interested in the black book or her. He only wanted her child.
Catherine
couldn’t hold back a sob. The one thing that had kept her going through
this whole ordeal had been her child. Though she despaired of what
effect the poisons she had been given might have on her unborn baby, the
very thought of the life growing within her had been a continuing source
of hope. Now that she knew that this monster wanted her infant,
Catherine began to wonder if it might not be better if they both simply
perished. Never had she felt so hopeless. Once again, she wept at the
loss of the magical bond that once connected her to
Vincent. She knew in her heart that if
they still shared it, she might be able to find the strength to somehow
go on. Without Vincent, she was
too bereft and weak; she felt like simply surrendering to the waiting
darkness.
Just then, the sounds of gunfire drew
Catherine’s attention. The door burst open and the
doctor entered followed by a man with the coldest eyes Catherine had ever beheld.
“Kill them both,” the man ordered bluntly. “If I
can’t have the child, no one can.”
The doctor approached Catherine and grabbed her arm. He was carrying a
hypodermic syringe. Catherine
wanted to fight, but was simply too weak. Just as the Doctor got the
needle in, the man with the cold eyes went flying across the room,
knocked back from the impact of a gunshot wound. Blood began gushing
from a large hole in his chest. An ice cold voice rang out in the
doctor’s direction.
“Push that plunger and you’ll be dead before you
hit the floor.” Then, the darkness consumed her.
“Are you absolutely
certain that she’s going to
be all right,
James?”
“Yes. The doctor managed to inject her with a small
amount of morphine. That’s why she’s still sleeping. But we managed to
get there before he was able to give her the full dose. The maid helped
to get her bathed and changed. I gave her a big tip so she wouldn’t ask
too many questions.”
“And Gabriel?”
“Dead! Along with most of his men. The doctor and
nurse managed to slip away during the clean up operation. But, I knew
how much you wanted to have the woman brought here, so I made it our
first priority. We’ve found Gabriel’s
files. It seems John Moreno, the woman’s boss, was on his payroll as
well. That’s probably how they got to her.
Gabriel’s criminal network is pretty far reaching from
what we can tell. I have a
friend in the Justice department in D.C. who would find this material of
use.”
“Of course. Do what you think best.”
“There’s more. We also found the videos. I think
you’ll find them of interest. I’ll set them up for you in the study.”
“Thank you. And James, you know you will always have my gratitude for
this.”
“No need to thank me, old friend. I still owe you
for a time or two.”
The voices drifted into Catherine’s conscience from
close by but still hardly registered.
Part of her simply didn’t want to return to that
awful place, better to drift in the darkness.
More voices drifted in and out but none made much
impact. Finally, after floating for what seemed forever, she managed to
find the strength to open her eyes.
Once again,
her environment had changed. For a moment, she blinked, afraid she was
dreaming. She was now in a large
bedroom tastefully decorated in old, oversized antiques and muted,
harvest tone colors of brown and green. Though a bit dark, the room was
opulent and almost reminded Catherine of a luxury hotel suite. She herself was in
a flannel gown. It didn’t take much to realize she’d been bathed, the
smell of fresh soap still clinging onto her skin. Her hand flew to her
stomach and the slight bulge there reassured her a bit. Her baby was
safe. Still, she didn’t know where she was. Any prison, not matter how
well appointed was still a prison.
In another room, a well dressed man was watching a
recording of Vincent
clawing one of Gabriel’s guards
as he roared with anger, desperately trying to fight his way to
Catherine.
“My God!” murmured James behind him. “So it’s true!”
“Yes, James.
It is. Four long years of nothing but fruitless searching and now,
finally, here is the proof.”
“I knew about the rumors, but...”
“That’s no rumor, James. That’s him and he’s real!” the well dressed man
replied enthusiastically. “I only pray she’s all right. I’ve read your
report: kidnapped, drugged, and then to be only kept alive so he could
steal her child! Gabriel truly
was a monster! He deserved his death! I only hope she can recover from
this! She has to!”
“Perhaps she will.” James said reassuringly.
“I hope so. Dear God, I hope so!” came the reply.
“She’s our only link and my last hope.”
*****
Suddenly, the door to Catherine’s room flew open
and a strange, sneering man entered, followed by another in a uniform.
“All right, dear.” The first one said in a sickly
sweet patronizing tone. ‘I’m sure this will be unpleasant for both of
us; so let’s just get it over with, shall we?”
‘Who are you?” Catherine cried, still a little disoriented. “What do
you want? Stay away from me!”
“Now, now.” the man replied with false kindness.
“You must calm yourself or I’ll have to give you a sedative.”
“No!” Catherine
sobbed. “No more drugs!”
Frantic,
she retreated to the corner and hunched down, unable to stop trembling.
She felt as if she were going mad, unable to bear any more.
Outside the den, as he strode back to his bedroom,
Octavian heard a faint sob coming from the room where he had
Catherine
Chandler
placed. Quickly, he moved to the doorway with fluid grace and was
horrified to see the lovely but terrified young woman huddled in the
corner. His keen eyes took in the scene from behind his black silk mask;
noticing the guard and the small, irritating man next to him.
“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” he challenged loudly.
The guard looked nervous, but it was the little man
who answered. “I’m Doctor Morton. I was summoned here to examine this
patient, that’s what. I was not informed that I was to be treating a
mental case, and I must tell you, I am not happy about it. My clients
are usually among the elite of society. If she’s not cooperative, I
shall have no choice but to sedate her,” the so called ‘doctor’ intoned
pompously.
Octavian looked over at the shaking, huddled form
of Catherine Chandler, and his heart lurched.
Good God!
He thought.
She’s terrified! Considering all she’s been through; is it any wonder?
Why haven’t they noticed?
For a split second, the image of Kimberly or worse, one of the girls, in a similar
position flashed into his head. The very thought made his anger begin to
burn.
“Who is this man and what is he doing here?”
Octavian demanded, addressing the young guard.
The guard shifted nervously before answering. “Umm,
he’s a doctor, sir. I overheard Mr. James
say the woman needed to see a doctor for medical treatment.”
“I understand that. Where did he come from?”
Octavian continued impatiently.
The young guard looked on in confusion. “Uhh. He’s
the one the hotel uses, sir. I called the front desk and they contacted
him.”
Octavian
sighed. Not only was this
guard quite young, but obviously dim as well. For
Octavian, it was an intolerable combination.
“Summon Mr. James immediately,”
Octavian ordered curtly to the young man who promptly hurried away.
Octavian then turned his attention to the so called ‘doctor’. “You
services won’t be needed. You may go,” he said dismissively.
“Now just a minute...” the little man began.
Anger rose in Octavian at the sheer stupidity and
callousness of both the guard and the physician. Couldn’t they see
Ms. Chandler was very obviously traumatized?!!
He needed to get these men out of her room now.
“I said YOU MAY GO,” he repeated in a much louder
tone.
“I don’t know what you think you’re pulling,” the
little man wheezed nasally, “but if you think I’m not going to charge
you a fee for coming here...”
“OUT!” Octavian
snarled.
“I’m going to report this,” the little man whined.
Suddenly, the uncertainty and tension of the last
few days combined with the strain of being so close to obtaining his
goal of four years finally broke through his considerable reserve and
Octavian’s temper snapped. In pure rage, he did something he hadn’t done
for some time. He tossed back his head and roared!
Chapter 2
As the terrifying sound reverberated through the
room, Dr. Morton squeaked with fear and
promptly fled. Across the room, however, the roar was having an entirely
different effect.
Catherine
had been huddled down shaking and a bit in shock from all she’d been
through.
When a deafening, but familiar bellow rang through
the room, Catherine’s head snapped up. It sounded like Vincent! But, after pausing for a moment, Catherine realized it wasn’t. Though quite similar,
the sounds were subtly different. Vincent’s
roar was a bit deeper. She doubted anyone but she would have noticed.
Since being kidnapped, Catherine maintained her sanity by recalling
every detail she could about Vincent, no matter how small. His roar had
been no different.
Oh, no!
Octavian thought. What
have I done?!! I’ve
probably traumatized her even more! Frantic, Octavian rushed over to
Catherine but paused a few feet away. Carefully, he crouched down in
front of her, trying to appear as unthreatening as his large size would
allow and put out his hand in supplication.
“Please, don’t be afraid!” he pleaded quietly.
“You’re safe; I promise!”
Instantly, Octavian
followed Catherine’s eyes that
were now focused intently on his naked outstretched hand.
Dear God! He’d forgotten to put
his glove back on!
The roar had gotten Catherine’s attention, but it
was the sight of the clawed hand so wonderfully like Vincent’s that that
finally broke through to her. With a speed that surprised them both, she
moved over to Octavian and tenderly took his clawed hand in her own,
turning it over and over as she gazed at it.
Here too
were similarities to Vincent, yet subtle differences were there as well.
This hand was softer, the work calluses missing. The hair was a slight
shade lighter and interspersed with bits of grey. The nails were
blunter, obviously filed down; but there was no mistaking the way it
resembled Vincent’s hand.
Drawing in a sharp breath, for the first time,
Catherine fully took in the well dressed man crouching next to her. His
shoulders were quite broad and he seemed quite tall and muscular. His
hair was a mix of a deep reddish auburn streaked heavily with highlights
of grey and pulled back from his face in a ponytail that fell down his
back.
But it was
the dark mask covering him from hairline to neck that fascinated
Catherine. Trembling, she raised her hands and carefully unhooked the
mask from where it was secured behind his hidden ears. What she saw made
her gasp, but strangely, laugh with joy. The face she revealed looked
just like Vincent!
Octavian watched with great trepidation as
Catherine Chandler shifted to remove his mask. It had taken all of his
willpower not to jerk away. But he forced himself to remain still,
deliberately putting aside the caution of a lifetime. Her reaction to
his roar gave him pause. Whereas the little doctor fled in terror; his
roar actually seemed to draw Catherine Chandler
to him. He could only hope he
had made the right choice.
Catherine’s face broke into a brilliant smile as
she gazed at this man before her, so like the one she loved. Deep brown
eyes rested below a distinct sloping forehead. Though he appeared older,
the facial hair and cleft upper lip were almost exactly the same.
Somewhere inside Catherine,
something gave way. Frantically, she clung to the familiarly clawed hand
as she began to weep in earnest, smiling yet crying as the tension of
the past two months poured out. Mystified, but hopeful, Octavian
tenderly enfolded this poor girl into his arms, cradling her gently as
she wept. After a time, her sobs began to subside, and he felt her body
relax. He realized she had cried herself to sleep.
Carefully, he lifted her up and returned her to the
bed. Then, he pulled up a chair. Tired, but elated by her response to
him, Octavian resolved to remain until she awoke. He’d waited four long
years for the answers to his questions. He was not about to leave now
that they might be answered. Shortly, James appeared.
‘Sorry, Octavian. I was
delayed by that little man,” he apologized.
“Is he gone?” Octavian
inquired. James chuckled in
reply.
“He practically flew out of here. I heard you
earlier. Is everything all right? I can’t help but notice...”
“You mean the fact that my mask is off,
James?” Octavian
chuckled. “She did that. My shout sent that idiot doctor scurrying. But
it didn’t scare her.” he
continued, his voice full of pride. “When she saw my face, she laughed .
. . laughed, James!
She wasn’t afraid! She knows him; she must! It’s the only
explanation!”
“About that doctor...”
Octavian
snorted derisively. “Yes. Did you know that new guard of yours sent for
him? He overheard you and decided to take it upon himself to call the
front desk!”
James
winced. Octavian required all people who came in contact with him to be
carefully screened first, for security and the other obvious reason. The
young guard’s blunder was inexcusable and put them all at risk. He would
have to go immediately.
James
hesitated. “We should still look for a physician to treat her, but it
may take some time to find one we can trust.”
From the bed, a small voice spoke up. “Dr. Peter Alcott.”
The two men looked over to see
Catherine
Chandler now awake.
Octavian
sat up with a huge smile that showed his canines and moved to take her
hand.
“You know him and trust him?”
“Yes.” Catherine
replied with a teary smile. “When we first met, I was naked.” She
continued with a weak laugh. Octavian quirked
an eyebrow in question.
“He delivered me,” she explained.
Nodding positively, James grinned as he departed. “I’ll get him over here
at once.”
“I’m glad you’re awake, my dear,” Octavian intoned
gently. “I think we have a great deal to talk about.”
Sitting up, Catherine looked at this man and felt
another wave of amazement. This
is Vincent in another twenty or thirty years, she thought to
herself. Frankly, she looked forward to it.
“You look just like...” Catherine cut off her words, ever mindful of her vows
to protect Vincent and the
tunnel community. Though part of her wanted to say more, she held back
but couldn’t resist squeezing his hand more tightly. To her relief, he
seemed to understand.
“Maybe I’d better introduce myself, first. My name
is Octavian Demetrios, and I am looking for my nephew. I believe you may
know him. In fact, if my suspicions are correct, you’re carrying his
child.”
“Nephew?!!” Catherine
pronounced in amazement.
“Yes,” Octavian responded. “Until about four years
ago, I didn’t even know he existed.”
Chapter 3
Octavian Demetrios then began the tale of his
family’s history. His ancestors were from a small island in the south of
Greece.
Octavian’s grandfather made a considerable fortune from war
profiteering during World War 2, allowing him to purchase their small
island called Katos. It was now their family home. The son of a wealthy
Greek and an English lady, Octavian grew up there with his younger
brother, Nikos until their parents died.
“But what about...” Catherine paused, suddenly worried about offending
him.
“My face and the rest of me?” Octavian chuckled, not the least bit put off.
“It’s a condition inherited in the male line of our
family for as long as anyone can remember, Catherine. Ever hear of the Nemean lion? That was one
of us, or so family legend would have it,” Octavian joked.
Then he grew more serious. “In truth, it’s very
rare; only appearing every five generations or so. For two of us to
appear in the same lifetime is unheard of. That’s why I was so shocked
to learn about my nephew. After our parents died, my brother
Nikos
went a bit wild. Up until then, we’d both lived our whole lives
sheltered on the island. With his inheritance,
Nikos
left to see the world. He was barely seventeen and I was twenty. I
stayed for obvious reasons,” he said, a bit ruefully.
“I lost contact with Nikos for almost three years. He never stayed in one
place much, always travelling. The next time I received news of him was
when I heard from a friend in
New York
that he had been killed in a car accident, along with the young woman he
married nearly a year before. According to all the reports, they and
their unborn child died on impact.”
“So, what brought you here now?” Catherine inquired, her curiosity getting the better
of her.
Octavian
smiled again. “Four years ago, James brought to my attention the stories
and rumors concerning a reputed ‘monster in Central
Park’. The descriptions given were simply too close to our
family to mistake. I knew there had to be a connection. It was just too
much of a coincidence!”
“What did you do?” she asked.
“Started at the beginning,” Octavian responded. “I had James
go to St. Vincent’s Hospital to get Nikos’ medical records...”
“St. Vincent’s?!!”
Catherine cried, finally willing to
believe.
Octavian
froze. “Is that significant?” he offered, almost afraid to ask.
“That’s where Vincent was found, wrapped in
blankets behind St. Vincent’s Hospital.
It’s how he got his name!” she responded eagerly
“Vincent!” Octavian
laughed joyously. “So that’s his name; it’s a good, strong one, too!”
“I like it.” Catherine replied emotionally.
Once again, tears overcame her. Haltingly, she
began to tell Octavian all about Vincent, the tunnels and their life together. He sat
quite still, remaining totally silent. But, Catherine could tell by his
expression that he was listening intently to every word. At last, she
came to the end of her narrative. Octavian shook his head in amazement.
“They live
under New York?
All this time . . . no wonder we couldn’t find him!”
Just then, the bedside phone rang three times and
abruptly stopped. Octavian moved to replace
his mask and gloves. Catherine’s
face became anxious as she saw him rise.
“Don’t worry, my dear,” he reassured her. “That’s
James’ signal that someone is coming up.”
Within minutes, a door opened in the distance, and
a loud, but comfortingly familiar voice resounded. It was Peter
Alcott. Two young guards deposited him in
front of James
and Octavian and quietly departed.
“Unhand me! This is kidnapping!
I was summoned here to this
hotel to see one of my patients, and now you’ve dragged me up to the
penthouse. I demand you release me this instant!”
Peter demanded in a hostile voice as he glared at the
two men.
“Dr.
Alcott...” Octavian began. But
Catherine
was too quick for him. She flew out of the bedroom straight to Peter.
“Peter!”
she cried as she flung her arms around him. Stunned, he dropped his bag
and embraced her.
“MY GOD! CATHY!”
he exclaimed. After a moment, however, the physician in him took over
and he instantly noticed her frail, wan look. “What have they done to
you, honey?” he whispered. “You won’t get away with this!” he bellowed
belligerently.
“No, Peter.
You don’t understand,” she tried to explain through her tears. Turning
helplessly to Octavian, she pleaded with him.
“Please. Peter’s known Vincent all his life.”
“Cathy!”
Peter gasped, horrified. “How can
you...?”
Whatever else Peter was going to say was lost as his voice trailed
off. Octavian had once again removed the mask
and his face was now visible again. Smiling through her tears, Catherine
made the introductions.
“Dr.
Peter Alcott,
Octavian Demetrios. Octavian
is Vincent’s uncle.”
“Uncle?!! Well, they’re definitely related; there’s
no mistaking that.”
Octavian
noticed Catherine beginning to
sag and quickly moved to scoop her up.
“Perhaps we could discuss this after you’ve
examined Catherine, Dr. Alcott,” he offered.
Immediately, the group headed for
Catherine’s room.
Chapter 4
Peter came out of Catherine’s room and quietly
closed the door behind him. James
quickly led him to the study where Octavian
was waiting.
“How is she?” he asked.
“Doing remarkably well, all things considered.
She’s asleep now,” Peter replied.
“And the baby?”
Octavian went on.
Peter
hesitated before answering. “Time will tell. Hopefully, the drugs didn’t
have too detrimental an effect. Since the baby has
Vincent’s genes, I’m betting he’s pretty strong.”
“He?” Octavian
remarked in amusement.
“Well, you can’t blame me for hoping, Mr. Demetrios,”
he replied sheepishly.
“How much did she tell you about what happened to
her?” Octavian inquired.
“Enough.” Peter
replied with a shudder. “But something tells me there’s a great deal
more.”
“I’m afraid so,” James interjected, commenting for
the first time.
“Coffee?” Octavian
offered politely.
“Frankly, I could use something a little stronger;
like a good shot of whiskey.”
Octavian grinned, flashing his canines. “Would you
settle for Ouzo, Doctor?”
Peter smiled back. “Yes, I think I will. It’s quite
strong as I remember.”
Octavian nodded in reply.
“Good,” Peter exhaled. “Something tells me I’m
going to need it.”
“Good God!” Peter exclaimed much later after
hearing the whole story. “This Gabriel
really was a monster! You’re sure he’s dead?”
“Absolutely,” James confirmed. “I took him down personally.”
Peter surveyed the thin, wiry man across from him
and shook his head.
“An ex-mercenary? Forgive me, James, but you don’t
look the type.”
James
merely smiled. “You mean because I’m not a six foot muscle man?”
Ruefully, Peter nodded; but James merely laughed.
“It might surprise you to know, Doctor, that very few true mercenaries
actually look like the movie stereotype. In our kind of business, brains
win over brawn every time. If you’re not smart, you don’t tend to live
very long.”
“Now, James runs a security firm,” Octavian
commented. “They specialize in protecting clients in high risk
situations, as well as extraction rescues. Remember that oil executive
kidnapped last year? James’s
company was the one that rescued him.”
“But how did you learn about Cathy?” Peter
asked, still curious.
“I’d been investigating the reports about a
‘Central Park Monster’ for Octavian for a quite a while. Ms. Chandler’s
name kept popping up. I even managed to interview Steven Bass
a few months ago. That’s
when we knew there was a connection for sure,” James explained.
“But, before I could contact her, she disappeared.
About a week ago, one of Gabriel’s
guards got drunk at a local bar owned by an old friend of mine and
started talking. My friend knew I was looking for information on Ms. Chandler
and filled me in. The rest was simply a matter of surveillance, catching Gabriel off guard and getting her out safely.”
Peter
looked impressed. “You make it all sound so simple. Something tells me
there’s a lot more to that story.”
Octavian
chuckled. “Don’t hold your breath,
Dr.
Alcott.
James
isn’t known for being very talkative about his work. Remind me to tell
you sometime about how we first met. It was at a monastery in Bhutan.”
“That sounds like quite a story. Please, call me
Peter. Something tells me we’re going to be getting to
know each other quite well from now on.”
Octavian
laughed. “I agree. And please, call me Octavian.
Involuntarily,
Peter
yawned and looked at his watch. “Good grief! I haven’t been up this late
since med school, unless I was delivering a baby. You don’t happen to
have an extra room around, do you?”
“Of course.” Octavian
replied genially. James quickly
showed
Peter where he could rest.
Catherine
awoke and looked outside to see it was dark. For a moment, she thought
she’d only been asleep a short while. But a glance at a nearby clock
showed it to be almost nine.
Good
heavens. She thought. I’ve slept through the whole day!
If Catherine
had had the strength, she would have run to the tunnels the night
before, desperate to see Vincent.
Only Peter’s repeated assurances that Vincent was well and his solemn
promise to take her Below at the first opportunity had allowed her to
sleep.
Quickly, she took a shower and put on the clothes
she found laid out next to the bed. Refreshed, she went in search of
Peter and Octavian.
She followed the sound of voices and made her way to the study.
Peter’s booming voice reached her as she arrived at the
door.
“I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it
with my own eyes! Octavian, you are
absolutely the worst chess player I’ve ever seen. I think you may be
more terrible at it than Jacob.
I didn’t think that was possible! He’s going to love you; he’ll finally
have someone he can beat.”
“Disgusting, isn’t it?” James chimed in. “The man can create a formula that
will grow
wheat on barren rock, but he can’t play a simple
game of strategy.”
“Formula?” Catherine
asked as she entered the room. Seeing Octavian
and Peter getting along so well warmed her heart.
“Catherine,
you’re awake. Good. I’ve had a tray left for you. Why don’t you sit down
and eat? You must be hungry,” Octavian said as he crossed the room and
led her to a nearby table.
“Thank you.” Soon, she was seated and eating the
delicious meal.
“Yes, Cathy,” Peter answered. “Octavian here is a
biochemist, self taught no less. We’ve been discussing some of his work.
It’s really remarkable. He’s even done research on his own physiology. I
wish he’d been around a few months ago during Vincent’s illness.”
Octavian
merely smiled, but made no comment. After talking to Peter Alcott
and learning more about Catherine
and Vincent’s ‘relationship’, he had his own suspicions
about the cause of Vincent’s so
called madness. Wisely, he chose to keep his speculations to himself.
That was an issue best discussed with his nephew alone.
Chapter 5
Finishing her meal, Catherine turned to Peter.
“Peter, did you send a message
to Vincent yet?”
“No,” Peter said hesitantly.
“Why not?!!” she cried.
“I’m afraid that’s my doing, Ms. Chandler,” James interrupted. “You see, Dr. Alcott was being watched by the police, courtesy of
your friend Joe Maxwell. That’s why we had to get him here on the
pretext of seeing a patient.”
“I’m sorry, Cathy.
I was afraid, if I contacted Vincent, he’d risk his own safety to come
to you immediately.
Octavian, James and I have been brainstorming ideas on how to get you
both Below safely all day; we’ve almost got it worked out. We were just
waiting on you. I refused to let them wake you. You needed your rest.”
Catherine’s eyes filled with tears, and Octavian
swiftly moved to kneel in front of her.
“We’ll get you back to him as soon as possible; I
swear it, Catherine. I intend
to go with you. That’s the real reason for the delay. Can you forgive
me?”
“Of course,” she replied softly. “I know how much
meeting you will mean to Vincent.
He’s waited his whole life.”
Octavian
smiled widely in return. “Not half as much as he’s waited for you and
the news you have to tell him, I’ll bet.” A wave of incredible joy rose
up in Catherine as she imagined their reunion, and impulsively, she
grabbed Octavian’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Instantly, the bond between her and
Vincent seemed to roar to life and her head spun wildly
at the sensation. She swayed in the chair as it overwhelmed her.
Below in the tunnels, Vincent was resting briefly in his chamber before
going out for another night of searching for
Catherine. Since his abortive rescue attempt, there had
been no further hint of her whereabouts. Father had given up trying to
convince him to abandon his nightly searches; nothing would deter him
from finding her
Suddenly, his senses swam as he felt something he
hadn’t since before those dark days of his madness. It was Catherine! Bewildered, he focused intently and was
amazed to feel an overwhelming joy coming from her. After a brief
second, the bond mysteriously expanded, and Vincent actually sensed
another presence as well. Stunned, Vincent
bolted upright in his bed. Catherine was with another man and she was
happy!
Somewhere inside Vincent something snapped and he felt as if his very
soul had been ripped from his body. For months he’d been searching for
Catherine, only to now know another man had brought her what he couldn’t
. . . true happiness. Despair greater than anything he’d ever known
washed over Vincent and he lost all reason.
Wildly, he roared in soul destroying anguish before dashing off
into the darkness of the tunnels.
Back in the penthouse, Catherine exclaimed out loudly. “Vincent!” and began to cry.
Octavian
instantly became concerned. “Catherine,
what is it?!”
“It’s Vincent!
Suddenly, somehow, I could sense him. After his madness, our bond
disappeared; just now, it came back, but only for a second!” she sobbed.
‘But that’s wonderful, Cathy,” Peter tried to
soothe her.
“No, you don’t understand! Something upset him! He
was in terrible pain and despair, worse than anything I ever felt from
him before. But, it was almost as if....”
Catherine
broke down unable to continue.
“As if?” Octavian
prompted gently.
“He’d lost the will to live! Oh, Octavian! I can’t lose him, not now! Please I have to go to
him! Help me!” Catherine begged
abjectly.
“Looks like we’re doing this,” James replied, heading for the elevator. “I’ll bring
the car around, the sedan, not the limo. It’ll attract less attention in Dr. Alcott’s
neighborhood.”
Octavian carefully replaced his mask and gloves and
turned to Peter. “Shall we go?” he asked as he led Catherine to the
private elevator.
Getting into the tunnels proved easier than
expected. James picked the trio
up and headed by a rather circuitous route to
Peter’s brownstone to assure they weren’t followed. The
little group managed to slip into Peter’s
home down a back alley and headed straight Below.
Octavian offered to carry
Catherine over the rough terrain, but
she adamantly refused. She was going to Vincent immediately, and nothing
was going to stop her.
Father was in his chamber speaking urgently to
Pascal. “You’re sure the sentries haven’t sighted him?”
“No, Father. Vincent seems to have vanished. I’ve sent word to
everyone. No one has seen him since he ran out of his chamber so upset
earlier. Even Mouse can’t locate him!” Pascal replied. “You don’t think
he’s becoming ill again?”
“Frankly, Pascal, I’m not sure what to think. That
cry that Vincent made! I’ve never heard him ever make that sound before.
It was soul chilling.”
Pascal
nodded. “Many people heard it too. That’s why they’re all worried.”
“All the more reason to find him,” Father asserted.
An urgent message coming over the pipes interrupted their discussion.
Intruders in the tunnels!
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Continued in Part II
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