"They've taken Megan!" Exclaimed a dirty and exhausted yet still surprisingly attractive and sexy Carla.
Pete was frozen to the spot, a cold lump forming in his otherwise lumpless stomach. Penny, however, rushed to the disheveled girl and in as motherly a manner as she could muster, helped her to a chair while instructing Wendy to get a glass of water.
"Here," soothed Penny, handing her the water, "drink this. Now try and calm down and tell us what happened."
"Calm down and tell you what happened?" complained the lovely blonde, taking a sip of water. "How in the hell am I supposed to do that? I mean, there we were, minding our own business when a blue 2003 Buick LeSabre, came out of nowhere. There were three guys in it, two with black hair and one with blond, but all three just looked like thugs. Anyway, those crazy fuckers rammed right into Chad's car! We thought it was just a regular car accident when all of a sudden there were two more cars, a red 2000 Ford Taurus that had two more blonde haired thugs and black Lincoln Town car, either a '95 or a '96 - I always get those two confused - the driver was a thug but the passenger seemed to be in charge. He was tall, around six foot two, maybe a hundred ninety pounds and short brown hair. Well, in no time at all they were all over us, mainly grabbing at Megan, Chad tried to stop them, he couldn't take them all but I saw him knock out two of them before they put him down - I don't know if he's okay or not, the last time I saw him he was lying on the ground and he wasn't moving, needless to say I'm very worried about him. I tried to run but one of the thugs grabbed my arm then they tied up Megan with duct tape - not the real stuff but some cheap knock off brand - and that was when the guy who seemed to be in charge, ordered the guy holding me to 'go ahead and kill the bitch' so I kicked him in the balls and ran off into the woods. I got here as fast as I could."
Carla paused to catch her breath, "So after all that it's amazing that I can remember my own name, just how am I supposed to calm down and tell a whole story?"
"Never mind dear," said Penny, patting Carla on the head, "sip your water and try to relax."
"What are they gonna do to her?" Pete asked his two mentors.
"My guess would be," replied Bernard, "that they are trying to decide whether or not we have a breeder. They will first give her a pregnancy test and if it's positive, they'll extract the embryo to see if it's human or alien."
"But what about Megan? Are they going to hurt her?"
"They'll keep her alive until they find out what they need to know, then she becomes a liability and will probably be killed. If they had a breeder of their own she would be used for that, but since they don't, she is just excess baggage."
"How long do we have?"
"The pregnancy test is simple," said Skip, "but they won't be able to get the embryo out that easily, and then it takes a little while to examine the DNA. If you want to find Megan alive, we have to do in the next day or two."
Pete grabbed the phone. "Carla, do you think you can take us back to where it happened?"
"Now Pete," counseled Bernard, "I don't think it's a good idea for you..."
"Don't worry, I don't plan on going there alone - I'm calling back up." Pete said as he finished dialing.
"Johnnie? Trouble... call your cousin and get back here... we're fine here but Megan's been kidnapped... you bet your ass it was the Sonarians, Carla described the guy I saw at the school... the one I fought with... that's because you weren't here when I told the story... I'll tell you later... get here as soon as you can and bring the whole crew... great, bye."
Fifteen minutes later Pete's driveway was once again filled the throaty growls of beefy Harleys and bored out American muscle cars.
Pete and Johnnie piled into the back seat of a jet-black 1968 Plymouth Fury convertible while Carla took the passenger seat. Johnnie assured Pete that his best driver, Gimpy Joe, was behind the wheel.
"Okay," said Carla, having been informed that she was to guide the driver and all the others would follow, "head towards that boutique that has the cool hair scrunchies but doesn't carry any good clothes whatsoever."
Gimpy Joe stared at her with a blank look. "Any chance you have a street name?"
"Sure, it's one of those number streets, and the other was a president's name. It's by the big snowman."
"Fourth and Jefferson," supplied Johnnie to the amazed looks from Pete and the driver. "There's a tire store there, its got a big blow up of that white tire dude."
"Yeah, that's it," Agreed Carla, "the Michigan Man."
Gimpy Joe gunned the engine and sped off as he and the others shook their heads hopelessly.
It took ten minutes for the six cars and twice as many motorcycles to roar through the nearly abandoned streets to the scene of the abduction. Chad was sitting on the ground propped against a rear tire of his car. The Fury squealed to a stop, Pete and Carla flew to Chad, who looked at them with pained eyes.
"Sorry, Pete." He said, miserably with that look jocks get when they just blew the big game. "I tried man, there was just too fucking many of 'em."
"You did fine, how badly are you hurt?"
"I don't think anything's broken. Are we going after them?"
"That's what we have to figure out."
He stood, leaving Carla to fuss over her boyfriend and turned to face the group.
"So, where do we start looking?"
"I know one of their safe houses," offered Bernard, "I wouldn't expect to find her at it, but we may find someone who knows where they've taken her."
"Sounds good to me. Let's go!"
Everyone piled back into their vehicles and tore off with Bernard's driver leading the way. About half way there, Carla, who was now in the back seat with Johnnie and Chad began to shout.
"That's them! That's them!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Pete from the front seat.
"That red car we just passed going the other way, that was one of the cars that attacked us!"
Without any prompting, Gimpy Joe twisted the wheel while slamming on his emergency brake, his car spun around and in an almost seamless maneuver he was quickly roaring after the red Taurus.
The car had a huge lead and Pete, remembering his pursuit of the Sonarian agent at the school, had an idea.
"Johnnie!" He shouted, climbing up to sit on the back of his seat. "Get on my back!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Just do it!"
Note: It would help immensely if, at this time, all readers would imagine hearing Molly Hatchet's 'Flirting with Disaster' during the next two paragraphs. No real reason other than that is what the author was listening to when he wrote it - plus it's a kick ass song.
Johnnie wrapped his arms around Pete's shoulders, convinced that Pete had lost his mind when suddenly the two of them were floating above the speeding Fury.
Pete leaned forward and quickly left the convertible behind. He felt Johnnie's grip tighten painfully but ignored it as he overtook the Taurus. Just before reaching it he sent a telekinetic blast that took out the back window and a second later they were in the car, Johnnie's fists flying and Pete, having once again not completely thought through his actions, huddled on the floor boards trying to avoid injury. The Taurus spun out of control and slammed to a stop against a telephone pole.
By the time he and Johnnie had extricated themselves they had been joined by the Fury and two of the other cars along with half the Harleys.
"What the fuck was that?" Johnnie asked, his eyes wide.
"Never mind that now. Let's see if either of these assholes know where Megan is."
Skip, having checked on the thugs, pulled his head out of the Taurus.
"We won't learn anything from these two, they're both dead."
"God Dammit, Johnnie! Why did you think were chasing them?"
"I'm sorry, but those guys were really hard to hurt, I had to pull out all the stops or they would've killed both of us."
"You're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. Somebody get Bernard on the phone."
Two minutes later Skip was shaking his head and closing his phone.
"No joy, the house was deserted. We're back to square one."
"C'mon Pete," Pete murmured to himself, "think... think... Hold on! Carla, can your coven help locate Megan? The witches on television have those locator spells."
"You know there is something I've read about, it's not as easy as it is on TV, but..."
Carla fished her phone from her wonderfully tight blue jeans and flipped it open dialing quickly.
"It's Carla... emergency meeting... no, all of them... the cemetery on Oak Street, we have to cast before midnight so you have less than an hour... see you there and make sure nobody's late, Megan's life may be on the line."
She hung up the phone.
"Okay, I have to get some things from my house and I have to do it fast."
"How much stuff are you getting?" asked Johnnie.
"Just a back pack."
"In that case," said Big Mike, throwing his leg over his bike, "get on... and no screaming. Just close your eyes and enjoy the ride."
Carla climbed on and tried wrapping her arms around the huge biker but had to settle for grabbing his shoulders. She wasn't a tiny girl, but clinging to Big Mike's back she looked like a kindergartener's teddy-bear back pack on a sixth grader.
"Meet us at the cemetery, I'll be there as soon as I can." She managed to say just before the ominous looking hog roared to life and took off like a greased pig running from a dozen elephant ear and cotton candy fueled pre-teen boys at a state fair.
Pete and the rest had been waiting at the cemetery for forty-five minutes; the other cheerleaders had just arrived when they heard the throbbing growl of the Harley approaching. They actually heard it for several minutes before it finally raced into sight, Carla's gleaming blonde hair billowing straight back. Once Big Mike stopped the throbbing machine she was slow in dismounting and staggered slightly in joining them.
"Wow," she said, "that thing is a lot... uhm... faster, yeah, faster than I thought it would be." She shook her head and re-oriented, "Is everyone here?"
She looked around and saw everyone she needed.
"Okay girls, power circle over there, Brandy, you know what to do," she held out her back pack after extracting a small leather bound notebook, "you'll find everything you need in here."
She walked over to Pete, leafing through the notebook.
"This one is kinda dark. Someone is going to have to give up a blood sacrifice - you know, like what you had to go through when we freed Megan from your control. This is different only in that it has to be voluntary."
"That's okay," Pete assured her, "I'm ready."
"Your's won't work. It has to be a blood relative."
Since they had agreed that Penny would stay home in case Megan escaped and tried calling for help, all eyes turned toward Mindy.
"No!" said Pete firmly, "find another way, there's no way in hell I'd ever allow something like that to..." he stopped, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find his lovely little sister standing there, her light brown hair framing her beautiful features with a look of pure innocence.
"It's okay, Pete," she said, her voice barely audible. "I'll do it."
"Are you sure?" Pete asked, "It hurts a lot."
"Mindy," chimed in Wendy, "why would do that for Megan? After all she did to you over the years."
"But she's still my sister, and with the way things are now... she's a lot nicer. I don't want her to die."
"I've kinda gotten to like her lately too." Admitted Pete.
"Okay folks," stated Carla in a 'take charge' tone of voice, "It's show-time. Mindy, you come stand in the center of the circle." She guided the adorable lithe teen to her proper place. "After we begin the blood flow you have to hold your arms straight out to your sides and turn in a slow circle. We need blood at all the points of the compass so stop when your hands are over each of these points," she indicated several circles scratched into the dirt, "and you need to hit each of them with blood from both hands, so this may take a while. You still up to it?"
Mindy swallowed hard. "Okay. I got it."
"Why does Mindy have to be in the center of the circle while you do the spell?" Asked Pete, "can't she just drop the blood and get out?" I've seen that circle in action and the center isn't the best place to be."
"She has to be in the middle. The spell is going to be 'on' her. She will become Megan's locator."
Before Pete could protest, Mindy thrust out her hands, "Let's go, do what you have to."
Pete's chest swelled with love and pride at his little sister's courage.
"Hang on," stalled Carla, "I gotta give the girls their lines."
There was a brief huddle of cheerleaders and then they dispersed to the circle. Carla approached Mindy, her hand behind her back.
"Are you ready?"
Mindy swallowed hard, "as ready as I'll ever be."
Carla produced the same dagger they had used on Pete and in two quick practiced motions, accompanied by two soft moans from Mindy, there was a small dripping wound in each hand of the lithe beauty.
Gritting her teeth, Mindy held out her arms and began the slow and arduous process of allowing her precious life's fluid to accumulate at each of the designated spots. The cheerleaders all began chanting in some ancient obscure dialect but Pete paid them no attention, focused as he was on the single tear slowly winding it's way down Mindy's adorable cheek. She finished her circuit and the air in the circle became distorted, shimmering like an asphalt highway on a hot summer day. In no time at all her hair was flying in an unseen wind as she silently screamed.
Horrified, Pete was about to put a stop to the whole ordeal when it was over. Silence descended on the cemetery, Mindy looked curiously at her now healed hands and then, turning slowly she seemed to assess each point of the compass until she finally stopped, pointing to the northwest.
"That way... Megan is that way."
They all climbed back into their vehicles, Mindy taking front seat of the Fury this time. Gimpy Joe roared off turning when and where Mindy indicated. They had been driving for about half an hour when Pete's phone rang. He reached for his pocket, grimaced, unfastened his seat belt and reached for his phone again.
"Hello?"
"Pete," said the familiar voice of Bernard, "Pull it over, I know where we're going."
Passing on his mentor's instructions Pete had Gimpy Joe pull into the next parking lot, quickly followed by their rumbling entourage.
"So where are we headed?" asked Pete, getting right to the point.
"We had a safe house that was compromised and taken over by the Sonarians about two years before Samuel was murdered. It is the only thing that either race had out in this direction. They must have assumed that enough time had passed and that it is now safe for them to use."
"That's right," added Skip, having joined the pair in enough time to hear Bernard's theory, "it was so long ago I had forgotten all about it."
"They didn't count on our side having someone whose memories of sixteen years ago are as clear as yesterday." Grinned Pete. "So what do you think we should do?"
By then Johnnie and Big Mike were there looking for instructions. Bernard squatted and, using a large stone, drew a big square in the dirt. "This is the house." He traced a line on one side, "This is the street." He continued, "We'll be approaching on Gertrude Street, We can park the vehicles at this intersection, Two Hundred Fiftieth Ave, and walk the rest of the way. If we catch them by surprise they won't have time to prepare a defense. I think that will give Megan her best chance. Pete, you and Skip take the front with Big Mike and the bikers, I'll go in the back with Johnnie and his crew. When we go in it has to be fast and hard, the security guards have probably had nerve blocks placed on them and they won't feel any pain so anything you do short of knocking them out probably won't stop them."
"You got that boys?" said Big Mike to the assembled thugs, "it'll be like tangling with someone on PCP. Don't hold back."
Everyone nodded in agreement and returned to their conveyances. Once again the night air was hammered with the throaty rumbling of meaty engines. Interestingly enough, most of the motorcycles now had a cheerleader sitting on the back. The intimidating band of vigilantes screamed through the cool of the evening until, almost as one, the engines were cut and just the whisper of tires on asphalt continued as everyone rolled quietly to a stop.
All combatants huddled around Bernard as he pointed in several directions while whispering instructions. In no time at all everyone had their orders and headed towards the house Bernard had indicated. Johnnie and his group, accompanied by Bernard moved around to come up on the back of the house, while Skip and Pete led Big Mike and his boys cautiously to the front.
They crept up to the front porch and waited for Bernard's group to start the show. They didn't have to wait very long. A crash from the rear of the house accompanied by a few sharp reports of gunfire told Pete it was time to move. Without hesitation Pete smashed the front door allowing Big Mike and his boys to rush through.
A line of guards barely slowed the determined bikers as Pete mentally searched the house for any sign of Megan.
"She's upstairs!" he called out, "end of the hall."
Big Mike started up the wide circular stairs with two of his crew when a half a dozen men appeared at the top. One of them wound up like a big league pitcher and threw a sizzling ball of fire at the approaching trio. The biker to Big Mike's left was hit in the chest and in a burst of blinding light he was reduced to nothing but a smoldering leather vest.
The large foyer fell silent for a few seconds as Pete, Skip and the bikers digested what had just happened.
"Oh my God," breathed Skip, "they've got..."
"It's those fucking wizards again!" Shouted Big Mike, "Time to cut loose boys!"
As he spoke Pete watched biker's body swell and in an explosion of shredded clothing Big Mike vanished and in his place was a hulking furry monster with odd angled legs, well muscled hairy arms, a doglike snout and pointed ears. Razor sharp claws sprang from the ends of its fingers and large gleaming fangs dripped saliva as it growled in defiance. Big Mike's clothing hung in shreds with the only article remaining unscathed being the heavy leather vest with the Heaven's Devils logo on the back.
The transformation complete, the monster raised the one heavily clawed hand towards the wizards and let out a snarl that turned Pete's blood to ice water. The rest of the bikers transformed and in a chorus of heavy growls large furry bodies bounded up the stairs into a storm of fireballs.
"Werewolves." Said a slack-jawed Skip in a stunned monotone. "I'd heard things, but..."
Some of the biker-wolves disappeared in balls of fire as the hairy group mounted the top of the stairs, then it was the wizards who vanished in sprays of red mist as they were shredded by the enraged wolfmen. The few werewolves that had stayed at ground level made short work of the remaining guards and when Johnnie and his heavily armed crew came barreling in Pete and Skip were still staring dumbfounded at the knot of bloody monsters, monsters who were now staring back at the guide and his charge.
The biggest werewolf, the one with the name "Big Mike" on his vest, pointed at Pete and in a series of snarling growls he gestured towards the end of the hall.
Pete was rooted to the spot until Johnnie sidled up to him and nudged him in the ribs with a wry grin on his face.
"I think he's trying to tell you that you should be the first one into Megan's room. You know, so she doesn't shit her pants." He pushed Pete toward the staircase.
Suddenly remembering why he was there, Pete sprang into action running up the stairs and past the pack of deadly beasts. Reaching the door he was looking for, he paused only for a moment before opening it carefully - as though he really didn't want to see what might be on the other side. He prayed they were not too late.
Megan was lying on a hospital style bed; a needle in her arm was connected to a clear plastic tube that ran up to a saline bag hanging on one side of a stainless steel tree. The other side held a smaller bag feeding the slow narcotic drip that had ensured Megan's continued slumber.
Pete knew that he wouldn't be able to move Megan alone and went back out into the hall to find it filled with now human bootless bikers wearing only worn leather vests and tattered blue jeans.
He called for Carla and the cheerleader-witches who wound their way through Big Mike's men, casting furtive and interested glances at the well-muscled and nearly naked biker-werewolves.
While Megan's friends saw to his sister, Pete made his way back down to the large foyer where Johnnie was seeing to the Sonarian agents who were, by now, harmless - due primarily to their current state of deadness.
"Take 'em upstairs to the room above the living room. You four, get the furniture from the rest of the house and pile it in the living room."
"What's that for?" asked a perplexed Pete.
"So no forensic science weenie will get curious about claw and bite marks that don't match any known species." While he talked he grabbed another of his boys and handed him a hundred dollar bill. "Go get as much kerosene as you can. When you get back, soak the bodies on the second floor and the pile of furniture in the living room. Oh yeah, you way want a bag of marshmallows too."
"It seems you forgot to tell me your cousin was a werewolf." Noted Pete, dryly.
"Yeah," admitted Johnnie, "it never really came up, and they're a little touchy about who knows."
"Any other supernatural beings I should know about?"
"Don't be silly... well... my uncle claims to know a Vampire... but he bullshits a lot."
Big Mike joined them.
"You talking about Uncle Bob and his 'vampire'?" Laughed Big Mike, "Witches, wizards, werewolves and aliens are one thing, but vampires? Give me a break."
"Pete!" Called Bernard, coming in from the kitchen and joining the small but growing gathering. "It looks like these guys know a lot more about what needs doing now than we do, so I suggest we clear out before the fireworks start."
"That's a good idea," observed Johnnie, "why don't you guys grab Gimpy Joe and the other drivers and head home. I'll finish up here and then me and my guys can hitch rides on the bikes back to your place."
It was some four hours later that Penny slipped out of her room, quietly closing the door behind her before turning to address the concerned group waiting anxiously in the living room.
Johnnie and Big Mike had come and gone, assuring Pete and his mentors that the Sonarian manor had been completely reduced to ash. Carla's coven had left but Carla and a bruised and battered Chad remained. Mindy and Wendy looked up expectantly at Penny.
"She's awake, but resting. I think she'll be just fine."
"In that case," said Bernard, "we need to discuss something serious. Pete, it's time you sired the next breeder." He looked to Skip, "I think that, the situation being what it is, there is no reason to spirit the child away until his sixteenth birthday."
"I agree, but that begs the question, who will carry the baby to term?"
"Yeah," agreed Pete, "all the women here are already pregnant."
"Not all." Said a quiet voice that caused everyone to turn and regard a slightly disheveled but still amazingly gorgeous Megan standing in the partially opened bedroom door.
"Megan," began Pete, concern darkening his face, "you're still recovering. I think we should wait a while before putting another bun in your oven."
"I'll understand if you don't want to consider me for this honor - God knows I haven't earned it. But even so, I want to apologize to you and Mindy for the way I've treated you. Not just because of what you've put me through because of it, but because I now know it was wrong. I hope that, someday, you can find it in your hearts to forgive me."
Before Pete could say anything Mindy had rushed to her older sister.
"That's all I ever wanted hear." She said wrapping her arms around the contrite cheerleader. "Consider yourself forgiven."
"That goes for me too," soothed Pete, walking over to embrace his lovely adoptive sister. "I can't think of anyone other than you or Mindy who I would want to carry my son"
"As much as I would love to be the one to bear Pete's child," said Mindy with a smile, "I'm already with child, so I guess the honor is your, Megan. A well deserved honor."
"You heard her," grinned Pete, "I guess it's up to you."
Megan's eyes brimmed with tears of joy.
"Oh, thank you, thank you so much." Gushed Megan throwing her arms around Pete. She looked up at Bernard. "So how do we do this?"
Bernard stood and crossed the room taking Megan gently by the arm.
"Preparation only takes a few minutes," he quipped with a twinkle in his eye, "so if you will come with me I'll get you ready."
Everyone watched as Bernard and Megan disappeared back into the master suite. About ten minutes later Bernard reappeared and winked at Pete.
"She's all yours."
Pete entered the room to find the gorgeous and now spectacularly naked Megan reclined on the large king-sized bed. Her golden blonde hair formed a shining halo around her perfect features, features that sported a seductive grin.
"Come here little brother, let me show you how much I truly love you."
Pete approached her slowly; drinking in her beauty as though it were the first time he ever saw her glorious physic. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached out tentatively and lightly caressed her full round milk mound eliciting a shiver and soft moan from the exquisite blonde cheerleader.
She pulled him to her, molding her erotic curves to him as their mouths met in a passionate soul kiss. His clothing practically shed itself and in moments he was poised over her, their eyes locked in loving ardor.
Thinking of nothing but the emotion they shared and the pleasure her body promised, he slowly slid into her. She gasped and pulled him close. Their bodies moved together easily, two beings - now one.
Megan felt Pete's body begin to tighten, "Yes, Pete. Cum for me now. Give me your baby so we can raise him together."
With a moan, he buried his face in the nape of her neck as his massive magical totem pole shot thick papoose wampum into her tight twittering tee-pee.
They cuddled together for a long time afterward, until the last vestiges of the afterglow had been all but forgotten. Slowly, reluctantly, they dressed.
They reentered the living room to expectant looks form their family and friends.
"So," quipped Penny with a smile, "is there a new breeder on the way?"
"Yes there is." Replied a contented Megan, her hand lovingly caressing her stomach.
"Hey, Bernard," ventured Pete. "What was it you did to make Megan have a breeder rather than a regular hybrid?"
"Easy, I just gave her the hypno-juice and told her to act normal and remember everything."
"That's all it takes," added Skip, "any child conceived while the woman is under the influence of Hypno-juice becomes a breeder. He will age naturally and without all the suspicious abilities of a hybrid child."
"Well now," chimed Penny, "that's ingenious and unbelievably convenient. Those Maunakeans seem to have thought of everything, you really have to hand it them... Pete, what's wrong? You look positively green."
"Huh?" asked a distant Pete, distracted by the memory taking Mindy's virginity.
"I asked you what was wrong, you look terrible."
"I... uh... you see... uhm... Hey Skip, is there any problem with having more than one breeder?"
"We've never done it before, but then you seem to be breaking a lot of ground. Why, are you planning on some more?"
"Well, its just that... Mindy... I... She..."
"Oh!" squealed an excited Mindy. "You mean that after I give birth to this baby you want to do the same thing you and Megan just did so I can have your child too? That will be so beautiful. I can hardly wait to make love to you knowing that you will be making me pregnant with 'our' baby."
"Well, not exactly... I... uhm..."
Penny stood up and, with her hands on her hips, demanded sternly, "Peter Q. Kleeshay, what have you done now?"
" But... I didn't know... and... Aww Shit."
Well Gentle readers, we now leave Pete and his clan to live out their lives in privacy. More to the point, we leave Pete to explain his latest dilemma himself - because frankly, the author wants nothing to do with this one.