His Little Mate 2

Chapter 8

Detective Becker

"You have to take it easy, Mary!" Lucinda stressed as Mary hobbled her way toward the desk.

"I don't give a rats ass Lucy." Mary spat as she banged onto the desk, barely able to hold herself up straight. "Call a meeting!"

"You can't just call a meeting on a whim," Lucy rushed to get Mary to sit down. "You're still wounded Ms. Albright." She tried to guide her to a chair.

"Exactly!" Mary barked, "So leave me be and go get the others so that now, I can call a meeting! I am one of the founding members of this organization and I will do as I see fit!" She yanked the phone from Lucinda's desk much to the chagrin of the older woman.

"Mary, calm down," I tried to speak.

"Oh hoof it Aaron!" She waved me off.

"I'm not going anywhere." I sighed as I grabbed the chair and shoved it beneath her.

She fell into a seated position and stared daggers at me as the phone she held rang.

"Yes?" She spoke. "Is this Dr. Abalkin's office?" She paused. "Yes, tell him Dr. Albright called, yes, Mary Ellen. Tell him tea is being served in two hours. Yes. Thank you." She hung up the phone.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance; whoever thought using "tea is being served" as code for having meetings was stupid. The creatures knew we existed as an organization, and threw an unspecified amount of money at keeping us at bay.

Mary again picked up the phone and dialed numbers.

My eyes wafted over the sign behind Lucinda's desk.
The National Group of Scientists Against Mating (NAGSAM).

Beneath the letters were pictures of the founders; Mary Ellen of course was one. Dr Abalkin, Dr Frazier, Dr. Hanks, Dr. Kuyhra, and Dr. Louison. The six of them were all lined in a near row, with their specific doctorates and professions below them. There were three MD's, a PHD, and everyone else was struggling to get up from the ground. Only their images say their. Of them all, only one was a lady bits doctor.

Not all the members were scientists; but the founding members were, for the most part. I only joined a few months ago, after witnessing a horrid crime...

Sherri Arcana was mated to a vampire. He was, of course, older than her. Their relationship was by all outward appearances, calm and friendly. That being said, Sherri was found six months after pairing...dead in a ditch. Her so called mate was the prime suspect and probably the culprit...after all, aren't those closest to you more likely to murder you?

"That's everyone." Mary's words drew back my attention. "They will be here shortly."

"You didn't have to call everyone," I added as I helped her up from the chair at the desk and back into a wheelchair.

"Yes I did." Her lips formed a fine line.

"Mary," I began.

"Don't you Mary me!" She snapped, "I was humiliated! I am being humiliated!" She began to mess with her hands. I knew at once she was talkin about her son, Samuel.

I had met him before...he was shy, a wallflower, and seemed unable to do much more than lurk in corners.

"Samuel can't do much to you." I piped up.

"It's not about what he can or can't do!" She spoke loudly as I rolled her into a conference room. "It's what he knows!" I pushed her to the conference table.

"What are you talking about?" I took a seat beside her.

"He is paired with the Demon of the Northwest." She stressed.

I knew at once who she meant, Nicholas Whitestone.

"There is no telling what he remembers or knows about us or my work! What if he tells that damn dog!" She panicked. "He could ruin years of work!"

"Mary." I deadpanned. "What did you do?"

"Why do you assume-?" She began, but I clicked my tongue and cut her off.

"Mary, you obviously did something worthy of him blabbing. So you better tell me because you're gonna have to tell them!" I gestured to the soon to be filed seats around us.

"Well...." She sighed, "I've been experimenting with drugs that subdue the creature side of people." She turned to me more, "It failed miserably in vampires, and often lead to death; but it worked marvels in werewolves and witches."

"Did you use it on your son?" I asked before she could continue.

"Yes," she held her head up, "yes I did."

"Did it work?" I was flabbergasted.

"I suppose it did; as long as he took it." She leaned back. "When he was taken from me he stopped taking it so obviously it must have worn off."

"Worn off?" I raised an eyebrow again.

"Yes; it has to be given daily, like a vitamin. At least in the form he had it." She explained. "Those have been the most effective. Surgery or injecting directly has rougher outcomes...like death." She shrugged. "My son was my prime subject. He was flawless; till he was so rudely taken!" She hit the table a bit in anger.

"If my memory serves, Mary," I furrowed my brow, "those drugs had horrible side effects. Even in the form of a vitamin."

"Like what?" She said as she tucked her head.

"Memory loss, appetite loss, weight loss, mental deficiencies, an impaired memory, and not to mention death." I folded my arms.

"Yes...yes all those were side effects."  She bit her lips.

"Did your son experience any of those side effects?" I challenged her.

" yes," she kept biting her lip, "I guess he did...but it was all for the greater good."

"The greater good?" I stopped myself from standing in the chair to yell at her. He was her son and yet she had very little care as to what happened with him.

"Charity is the greatest gift," her old lips smiled at me as I wiped her face with a. Cloth.

I started to speak but she shushed me.

"It was Samuel's reactions that helped me tinker with the drug. It is much better now." She finalized.