Bump in the night.

Chapter Twelve: Promises and Planning

I'd been gone for two and a half years.
We'd gone to Brazil first, meeting up with a Hunter team.
We spent two weeks hunting a Chupacabra, a demonic beast that had been killing locals, we trekked through the humid Amazon rainforest, finding it in a cave.
From there, we went to Sweden, Japan, Peru, with other stop after but they'd started to blur into one another, before we were finally rounded back home.
Grayson led our team of six members.
Gorman and Vazkes were Puerto Rican, brother and sister.
Gorman was a expert marksman, he could shoot anything with perfect accuracy from incredible distances.
Vazkes, Vaz, could hack into any system, if she could touch it, it was even worse. She was also very well versed in explosives, but after an incident in Prague, our team was revoked its explosive license by the Council.
Holliday and Buck, both English, were our drivers, anything from small town cars to a tank, but again, the same Prague incident, we were also restricted from high impact weapons like that.
Then there was Grayson and myself.
Grayson took over as the leader, the team had run as a four crew squad, mostly dealing with hands off combat in surveillance and recon, but due to Grayson's fighting and leading ability, we were recalled as an active combat unit.
I wasn't too far being him in hand to hand combat, his height and strength were an advantage I couldn't overcome.
But I held my own enough to prove to the Council, and Grayson, that I was a Slayer.
I hadn't needed to go through the Trials, the more I gave over to my Slayer self, the more my own natural abilities developed.
I was soon just as strong and fast as any Slayer, my healing ability kicked in finally so I no longer worried about injuries or scarring and I could see and hear everything clearly.
My fallen side also presented itself.
Levitation was achievable, but flight was hard and took alot of concentration, I had a flight time of two minutes and thirty-eight seconds, but it exhausted me and was only a last resort.
All Slayers had the ability to invite a small flame within their hands; I learnt I could engulf my entire body in it without issue, except for burning off all my clothing.
I tried my best to send updates to Cindy, but due to always moving around, I never received a reply and then we were underground so I had to finally stop.
I missed her and Molly.
I saw Gramps a few times on missions, he thankfully updated me that she and Ben had moved into the city together, they took Molly with them and were happy.
The ranch had been waiting for me back home and she'd hired some guys from a few doors down to take care of the animals while I was away.
I couldn't wait to go home, but my job wasn't done just yet.
The whole time, our team had a side objective.
Finding my father.
We'd followed him across the globe, any trace or sighting of him was investigated but we either hit dead ends or endless dead.
He killed anyone who was useless to him, Dark Ones and humans alike.
We followed his trail of death, finally finding a solid enough lead back home.
I sat in one of the back bedrooms of the jet.
We were still a few hours from home, stopping in to report to Councillor Benedict who was in town, so I busied myself going over the security feed of a bank in Carson City.
I'd received the footage last night after one of Vaz's facial recognition softwares pinged on dad's known accomplices that had stayed alive.
I'd watched four days of footage so far.
Stretching on the small double bed, I stood up, pausing the current video and stepped into the hallway of the plane.
Three other doors lined in front of me, another two on either side of me, I moved down the hall until I came out into the kitchen area that looked out into the planes seating area.
Gorman was asleep on Vaz's shoulder while she was working on her computer, his mouth was wide open, drool threatening to spill.
Both were heavily tanned with short dark hair, but Vaz had very light hazel eyes while Gorman's were almost pure black.
Buck was flying the plane, Grayson leaning over his shoulder and talking.
I could hear Holliday snoring in his room.
I made coffee, handing Vaz hers before I kicked Gorman's boot off the chair across from him.
He startled awake, the drool falling down his face as he wiped it away with the back of his hand.
He went to say something, but I handed him a coffee, silencing him.
He smiled and winked.
Vaz blew me a kiss as I went and took Buck and Grayson their coffees.
"Legend," Buck muttered, eagerly taking the coffee from me and sipping it. He and Holliday been flying us for nearly two days straight, only napping when we'd stopped off to refuel, else they took shifts flying.
Grayson slipped his arm around my waist, kissing my forehead.
"We're still about four hours out." He mentioned, pointing to Buck's readout.
I nodded.
"I just came to stretch my legs, plus it was my turn for coffee." I turned and headed back for my room, Grayson following me.
I grabbed my coffee and took Grayson's hand, pulling him with me.
As we turned into the doorway, Gorman started to whoop and make kissing noises towards us.
I leaned my head back, raising a brow at him down the hallway.
"Yeaaaah, chica!" He howled, slapping the side of the chair. Vaz slapped him across the back of the head.
I winked at her and went back into the room. Grayson stood over the bed, looking at my screen I had set up on the small coffee table.
He sat down beside me when I got comfortable and pressed play with my foot.
We watched the video feed for another hour, watching nameless people walk in and out thought-out the day.
Grayson had started to get restless, he hated watching surveillance tapes, so instead he pulled me against him.
His hands traveled temptingly across my hips and ribs before he palmed my breast through the singlet I wore, his mouth was on my neck, making my mind fog.
I moaned softly, encouraging him by running my hand through his hair and leaning my head back to give him more access.
He moved me to lay down on the bed, laying over me and kissing down my body.
The singlet and biker shorts I wore did nothing to protect me from his touch, only enticed it more.
He palmed my breast under my shirt while he kissed down my stomach, teasingly.
My fire for him had not dulled, if anything, it had intensified.
I craved to be consumed by him nightly, our bond as lovers only solidified by our time in battle.
No longer scared I'd reject him, he could be his true self with me.
His eyes and skin glowed as he kissed me, shining a glorious gold that warmed me.
The light created a shadow behind him, his wings tucked against his back.
I had only seen them once, but I still remember their velvet feel and opalescent shine.
He kissed his way up my body, making me whine softly.
He chuckled against my lips, griping my waist and breast, making me breath out his name in a moan.
I turned my head sideways as he kissed down my neck again, my hands on his chest and I smiled, opening my eyes for a moment to catch a glimpse of the security feed.
I pushed Grayson off me
"What's wrong?" He asked quickly as we sat up.
I reached across him, slapping the space bar on the computer, freezing the video as the man in a black suit turned and smiled directly into the camera.
"Found him." I gritted.
Grayson looked at the screen, seeing the man with dark brown hair and my blue eyes.
Dad was in Carson City.