Night Stalker: Randy-Scandal

Randy watched Thomas watching the woman across the street. He had followed Thomas into town, curious where the younger man was going while Isabelle was sick in bed. He knew his suspicions where correct when he spied sun glinting off coppery tresses.

“You sly bastard,” he whispered, “just what are you up to?”

Thomas sauntered across the street when the woman with the redhead went into the general store, leaving her unattended on the sidewalk. Randy watched them exchange smiles and Thomas lift her hand for a kiss. He slipped into the shadows in the alley next to the general store to listen to their conversation.

“How was the play the other night?” Thomas asked.

“It was splendid, Thomas, just like you promised it would be.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I thought you would be pleased.”

“The only thing that would have made it better, were if you could have gone with me,” the woman brazenly replied.

Beautiful and brassy, Randy thought, whistling softly through his teeth at her audacity.

“Let me make it up to you tonight, Emily,” Thomas offered. “Come to dinner with me at the Rogue.”

Emily lowered her lashes, simpering and making Thomas wait for her answer. “I’d like that very much, Thomas.”

Randy actually saw Thomas release pent up breath. He had never seen the man that worried about a woman’s answer.

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” Thomas said, kissing her hand again.

Randy followed Thomas back to the castle, pondering his and Sophie’s next move. He was even more convinced Emily was just the wedge they needed to break Thomas and Isabelle up, and hopefully, although Sophie wasn’t aware it was part of the plan, break Thomas completely and end his dream of ruling over every other vampire.

Night Stalker: Randy-The Other Woman

“Her?” Sophie questioned, a grimace straining her face.

“Yes.” Randy replied.

“I think you have it wrong, Randy. Why would Thomas risk losing Isabelle for her?” Sophie asked, studying the woman. She could see nothing special about her. Nothing special enough to draw Thomas’s attention anyway.

“I’m not sure,” Randy conceded. “I just know he seemed pretty damned interested the other night. He stalked her, not letting her out of his sight and if another man got around her, he ran him off.”

“I just don’t see it,” Sophie mused.

Randy could understand her skepticism. The woman was pretty, but not exceptional. Warm red hair cascaded down her back and freckles spotted her chest, which was interesting, but nothing other women didn’t possess. Staring at her, Randy had to admit she was a shapely winch, but no more so than Isabelle. He started to answer Sophie when the woman lifted her head and looked right at them.

“Damn,” he whispered while Sophie gasped.

“I guess we don’t have to wonder anymore,” he remarked, pulling Sophie into the alley and heading back to the castle.

Night Stalker: Randy-Plotting Revenge

Randy found Sophie stomping about the courtyard, mumbling to herself. He watched for a while, letting her blow off steam, before he approached. He didn’t think she would not take what Thomas was saying about her lying down and wanted to see what her next move would be.

“Leave me alone, Randy,” Sophie ordered, brushing by him on another round of the yard.

“What? You don’t want to share your next great plan for winning Thomas over?”

“You can be a real ass, you know that, Randy?” she replied, a tear slowly rolling down her cheek.

“Shit, kid, I didn’t know you were really upset. I thought you’d be plotting revenge.”

“Revenge? How am I going to do that? Everyone pities me! Nobody believes that we slept together. They all believe him!”

“I told you it wouldn’t work,” Randy stated. “The only thing that has me puzzled is Isabelle believing him. I thought she was smarter than that.”

“She believes anything he tells her,” Sophie snapped.

“No, I don’t think that’s it,” Randy mused. “I think she believes what she wants to believe.”

Sighing, Sophie replied, “It doesn’t matter anyway. Everyone does think I’m pathetic, just like Thomas said. I can’t believe they think I just crawled into bed with him right before he woke up and that he didn’t touch me. I even described the whole thing!”

She had at that, Randy thought, remembering the embarrassing dinner conversation the night before in which Sophie had entertained them all in great detail about her night with Thomas. He knew what really upset Sophie the most was when Thomas suggested she had watched he and Isabelle make love, and that was how she knew about his birthmark and scars. When Sophie’s face turned red, it sealed the deal in everyone’s mind. Randy knew she was remembering the night he caught her outside Thomas’s window, and not the night in question, but her credibility was shot.

“So what? You’re giving up?”

“What else can I do?” Sophie asked. “I tried and failed. Thomas will never be mine.”

“That doesn’t mean he has to be Isabelle’s.” Randy smirked.

Sophie stared up at him. Randy saw a light come back into her eyes. He wasn’t sure why he was doing what he was doing, but that had never stopped him before. Grabbing Sophie’s hand, he pulled her into the woods, saying, “This is what I have in mind…”

Night Stalker: Randy-Consequences

“I think it’s perfectly clear what’s been going on here,” Sophie purred, sitting up, allowing the sheet to slide slowly off her breasts.

“Cover yourself,” Thomas sneered. “I’ll call Isabelle back in when I want to see a woman. I certainly don’t want to look at a little girl.”

Sophie grabbed the sheet and jumped to her feet. “That’s not what you said last night.”

“You and I both know you made last night happen,” he replied. “I don’t know how or what you thought it would get you, but it only showed how pathetic you are.”


“I don’t think Isabelle thinks I’m pathetic,” Sophie smirked.

“No, Isabelle thinks you’re a spoiled brat, which is also true.” Thomas agreed. “Don’t worry about Isabelle. I’ll handle her.”

“Fine,” Sophie stated. “It’s not like last night was that great anyway. You’re no better than that rutting pig you set me up with.”

The slap Thomas landed on Sophie’s cheek sent her reeling against the wall.

Composing herself, she looked him in the eye and said, “You’ll pay for that, Thomas,” wrapped the sheet around herself and left the room, Thomas’s laughter ringing in her ears.

Night Stalker: Randy-The Day After

In his befuddled state, Thomas did not realize whom he was with. He only knew a warm body was lying next to him, smooth hands running over his body, soft lips whispering sweetly in his ear.

He responded exactly as Sophie thought he would. By the time Isabelle awoke the next morning and staggered into the room she shared with Thomas, the damage was done.

“No!” she screamed, spying Thomas and Sophie lying tangled in the sheets, sleeping peacefully.

“What the hell?” Thomas muttered, holding his throbbing head and looking at Isabelle. “What are you screaming about?”

“How could you?” Isabelle yelled at him, picking up a statue off a nearby table and throwing it at his head. “And with that…that child!”

Thomas ducked the flying object and in doing so, fell atop Sophie who was snuggled in the covers, smirking.

“Sophie?” Thomas asked, stunned to find her in his bed.

“Hello, Thomas,” Sophie purred, caressing his chest softly. “Good morning.”

“Aaarrgghhh!” Isabelle yelled, charging for the bed.

Sophie pushed behind Thomas. She laughed watching Thomas hold the woman off while he tried to calm her down.

“Shut up, Sophie,” Thomas snapped, dodging Isabelle’s fist and finally subduing her. “Nothing about this situation is funny.”

Isabelle sobbed in his arms, asking over and over again how he could do this to her. “You are mine, Thomas!” she finally yelled, pulling his face to her.

Sophie smiled slowly. She knew Isabelle had finally made a misstep.

Thomas pulled away from Isabelle, a dangerous look in his eyes. “I belong to no one,” he stated unequivocally, pushing Isabelle to her feet. Rising himself, holding the sheet around him, he walked across the room and opened the door. “I think you should leave now, Isabelle, and let me get to the bottom of this.”

Isabelle stood, stunned. “You want me to leave?”

“Yes.”

Sophie watched in glee while Isabelle’s shoulders slumped and she quietly left the room. Her triumph was short lived, however, because Thomas turned on her and said, “I don’t know what’s going on here, Sophie, but you are going to be sorry.”

Night Stalker: Randy-Seduction Started

By the time Sophie got Thomas up the stairs, he was so out of it he had no idea she took him to her room instead of his own. Sophie led Thomas to the side of the bed and helped him sit. She then helped remove his boots, and started on the rest of his clothes.

“Hold your arms up,” she ordered, pulling his shirt over his head. “Now, you’ll have to help me a little on the pants,” she told him, pulling him to his feet and propping him against her side.

Thomas could only hold on, leaving Sophie to unbutton and pull his pants down herself. He fell over once the pants were around his ankles. Luckily, Sophie saw him falling and pushed him onto the bed, so he had a soft landing.

Thomas thought it was hilarious. Sophie shushed him, putting her hand over his mouth when his laughter became too loud. She kept it there until was sure no one was coming into the room to see what was going on, and then lay back with a sigh. “This is not how I envisioned this.” She muttered.

When Thomas rolled onto his side and pulled her close, snuggling his face into her neck and mumbling, “so soft,” she changed her mind, whispering, “now that’s better,” and threw her leg over his.

Night Stalker: Randy-Plan Unfolding

Sophie sauntered over to Thomas and casually asked, “Everything okay with Isabelle?”

“Yes,” Thomas replied. “She’s fine, just tired.”

“That’s good. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to her.”

Thomas looked at Sophie suspiciously. “Since when do you care about Isabelle?”

“Oh, I could care less about her, but I want your little party to be a success and I know you’d be worried if something was wrong with her. Didn’t you say you have to be on top form to pull this off?”

Thomas knew Sophie was up to something, but he didn’t have time to figure out what. She was right about the party…he did need it to be a success, and for that to happen, he had to be focused.

“The party is going fine.”

“What is the point of all this again?”

“We need to be more organized. There are too many of us now for everyone to be doing his or her own thing. There needs to be more order and a clear chain of command.”

“And, of course, you are to be the head of the chain?”

“Of course,” Thomas smirked.

Sophie grinned back. “I guess it’s only fitting since, technically, you made all of us.”

“Exactly,” Thomas replied on a yawn.

“Looks like you might need to join Isabelle.”

“No, I have to stay,” he replied, yawning again. “I have no idea why I’m so tired,” he added and then swayed on his feet.

“Whoa,” Sophie said, grabbing his arm to steady him. “You okay?”

“I think I need to sit down.”

“Come over here,” Sophie ordered, guiding him to a terrace table. “I’ll get you some water.”

Thomas sat with his head in his hands. He had been concentrating on the party and working to make sure everything was ready, but had no idea why he was feeling so tired. He was beginning to think he was coming down with a cold, but he had not had a cold since he was a child. He thought he was too strong now, but maybe he was mistaken. Something was definitely wrong.

“Here,” Sophie said, handing him the water glass. “You don’t look so good.”

Thomas downed the water, noticing his hand tremble while doing so.

Sophie’s eyes glittered, noting the drug taking effect. “I think you really should go lay down. The party can go on without you. The speech is over and everyone is just enjoying themselves.”

Thomas looked around and saw that she was right. Everyone was drinking and talking, they didn’t need him right now, and he really did feel awful.

“Okay,” he whispered, “but I think you’re going to have to help me.”

“Be glad to,” Sophie replied, pulling him close and putting his arm over her shoulder. “Lean on me.”