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Year of the Ghoul by PythonPrincess

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Story Notes:
New! Part I of the First Families Series...but fear not, gentle readers, this picks up where the Sweet Justice Series leaves off. It just has a new focus.
This series interweves the 'First Families' of Santa Carla-
The Vampires,(the Boys & Pack), The Werewolves, and The Mortals.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Warning- Steamy Stuff ahead!!!!!
September 2008

Chapter 1- Someone to Watch Over Me

A pleasant evening breeze wafted in through the open window, cleansing the room of its stuffiness. Shelby Trammel-Frog lay stretched out on the bed, watching the oncoming dusk claim the sky as the sun set. She had left work 45 minutes ago and was still wearing her business suit, sans her hose and her shoes. In another hour and a half, she and her husband Edgar were due at a dinner engagement. But she couldn’t will herself off the bed to get ready yet.

A cramp seized her abdomen, migrating around to her lower back. Shelby winced, and curled her fingers and toes. True, the IUD she’d had inserted a couple of months ago was supposed to give her peace of mind against unplanned pregnancies, but it sure made her monthly cycles a living hell to get through. She’d taken three Motrin’s 45 minutes ago, and they had yet to take effect.

“Son of a bitch,” she muttered to herself. This was no time to get laid up with cramps. Somewhere beneath the bed, there was a heating pad. As soon as her cramp abated some, she rolled over and fished around until she found it. Then, she plugged it in and turned it on. Just as the next cramp started up, she felt the heat begin to radiate through the pad. Hopefully, this would help.

“I know what you need, Shelby. I can help you, you know….”

Shelby had just closed her eyes and let her head sink back on the pillow, but she snapped them open at the sound of an all too familiar voice. Hovering right outside her window was David!

“What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded in a voice just a fraction above a whisper.

David smirked at her in his all knowing, ever annoying way.

“I hear you have a big, important dinner at your Uncle Ghoul’s house. Got plans to discuss your re-election campaign?”

“Why should you care? You don’t vote.”

“Just being nosy. As usual.”

David sat himself on the window ledge, which was as far as he could get in without an invitation. He lit up a cigarette, but was careful to blow the smoke outside.

“You should leave before Edgar comes up here,” Shelby warned him.

“I’m not afraid of Edgar. You should know that. Now, why don’t you let me help you?”

“Help me? I don’t understand. Help me with what?”

“I know you’re in pain,” David said, maintaining eye contact with her as he spoke, “You have an important night tonight. You have to be in good shape. I can fix it for you. Let me help you. Let me in. Just this once. I promise…no tricks…”

“But Edgar…,” Shelby hedged.

“Edgar can’t walk through a locked door.”

As David spoke, he extinguished his cigarette on the side of the house and dropped it down in the bushes. Then, he waited silently for Shelby’s cue. She hesitated for a few breathless moments as she debated. Finally, she nodded.

“Okay. Just for a few minutes. And just this once. You’re not invited after tonight,” she told him firmly.

David smiled and climbed in through the window. He was utterly soundless as he pulled Shelby into his arms and planted hungry kisses along her neck. His hands tugged at her blazer, quickly removing it and tossing it on the bed. Shelby tracked its movement out of the corner of one eye, and as David worked to unbutton her blouse, she pushed him away.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I don’t know about this. It’s…um…that time of the month for me…”

David snickered.

“So? I’m a vampire. I couldn’t give a flying fuck at a rolling donut…”

“GROSS!” Shelby wailed, struggling harder against him.

David only laughed harder.

“What’s gross about it? If it bothers you that much, we don’t have to use the bed. Why don’t we take a bath? You’ll stay nice and clean there. It’ll relax you, too…be good for the ol’ cramps.”

Shelby stopped struggling at this idea. It had merit. She allowed David to take her by the hand and lead her into the master bathroom. Before they proceeded any further, she shut the door and clicked the lock. Then, she started the tub filling.

David gazed at Shelby in the dim light of the bathroom; his eyes sweeping over her deliberately as she slowly removed her clothing.

“Tell me what you’re going to wear tonight,” he said.

“Nothing fancy…just a black dress…,” she answered a bit awkwardly.

David smirked at her.

“High heels with it?”

“Yes. A pair of peep toed black pumps. And panty hose.”

“MMmm, sounds nice. How are you wearing your hair?”

“I haven’t decided,” Shelby answered.

David approached her slowly.

“I think you should wear it up. Right here…”

With a firm touch, he placed his palm to the back of her head to indicate where she should wear her hair knot. Then, he continued to apply pressure to bring her face closer to his. His lips pressed to hers, and he kissed her hungrily while he rubbed the crotch of his jeans against her body. Shelby moaned against his lips when his erection pressed up against her. She felt her stomach seize up as her body responded to her desires. Her fingers dug into David’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make it all better,” David panted in her ear. He looked over her shoulder at the level of water in the bathtub and smiled. Then, he broke from their embrace long enough to turn off the tap.

Shelby whimpered impatiently and tugged at the fly of David’s jeans. He allowed her to unfasten the buttons and slide his pants down his legs while he kicked his shoes off. Then, he stepped out of his jeans and stripped off his black T-shirt. Their bodies were pressed tightly together. The heat and heaviness Shelby now felt in her most sensitive regions was almost overwhelming. She wriggled against David, desperately wanting him inside of her NOW.

David cupped her buttocks, massaging her smooth skin and pulling her in even closer to him. He rubbed his cock against her excited nub, causing her breath to come out in ragged, hitching gasps. Shelby’s pulse sped up beneath the delicate skin of her neck, and David lowered his lips to her throat and traced the tiny veins he could see with the tip of his tongue.

“Oooh, yes,” Shelby moaned in a low, keening voice, “Bite me. You know you want to…”

“Don’t tempt me, baby,” David whispered to her.

“I want you to,” Shelby pleaded.

“I can’t. You know I can’t…”

But it didn’t stop him from teasing her some more, applying pressure to her neck with the tips of his fangs. Shelby groaned with frustrated delight. David’s lips traveled down to her breasts, where he aroused each nipple with his tongue and his teeth, biting each one lightly, but not enough to draw blood. Shelby pressed the back of his head into her breasts, feeding them to him eagerly. David teased each pink nipple until they were inflamed, hardened peaks. Looking at them excited him. He felt the head of his cock throb with his desire. Finally, he tore himself away from the pleasures of Shelby’s buxom chest. It was time to take to the water before it cooled off too much.

Quite unexpectedly and literally, David swept Shelby off of her feet. He deposited her into the bath, and climbed in after her.

Warm water enveloped Shelby, and any residual soreness she felt in her belly began to fade. David reclined her against the back of the bath tub and stretched himself over her. His skin began to warm up as their bodies slid together. Water swirled and sloshed around them as David positioned himself and grabbed a firm hold of Shelby’s wet buttocks. He brought her hips beneath his pelvis and ground his engorged cock into her throbbing clit, watching as her breasts swayed in the water with his movements.

“Oh..oh, David, now! Please!” Shelby pleaded, wiggling her hips in an attempt to reposition David so that his cock would slide into her hole.

David gave a low, throaty chuckle.

“No, baby. It’s got to be my way. Sorry ‘bout that.”

Shelby made a small mewling nose, and David smiled. His fingers gripped her ass even harder, and the tip of his rod circled her clit in more concentrated movements. Just when he knew she was at the point where the fire was about to explode inside her belly, he raised her legs up over his shoulders and slid himself into her heated depths clear up to the hilt. A heavy moan escaped his throat, but he forced himself to remain still for just a moment with the head of his cock far up inside of her. Shelby panted and groaned; bucking wildly. Her come was just a thrust away.

David leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers; his amber eyes staring directly into her green ones. Shelby moaned again as all of his weight shifted internally, causing more delicious pressure inside of her. Then, he pumped slow and hard, gradually building up speed until his thrusts were fast and furious. Shelby felt the spasms beginning, telling her that she was losing control. But when David pressed his lips to her and filled her mouth with his tongue, completely filling her, she was shook with orgasmic tremors that were so hard, she nearly fainted. She only floated back to some sort of cosmic awareness when she felt David’s cock jerk inside and felt his arms tighten around her as his come spurted deep within her.

They lay together in the tub for some time, quietly enjoying the afterglow and the warm water. Shelby’s eyes were closed, and she was drifting off, but she was still half awake. David wiped the light sheen of sweat from Shelby’s brow and smiled.

“I told you I’d make you feel better, didn’t I?” he said.

“Mmmm. You did,” she replied drowsily.

“One of these days, you’ll stop doubting me so much.”

“Hmm. Never.”

They fell silent for a few minutes, and Shelby felt herself falling into a light doze. It was disturbed all too soon by a loud rapping on the door.

“Shelby! Shel? You in there? Honey! We have to be at dinner in half an hour! Are you okay?”

Shelby awoke with a start when she recognized Edgar’s voice outside the bathroom door. She sat up in the tub. The bathwater was tepid. She was alone.

“Shelby! Damn it, answer me!”

“, yeah..I’m in here.. I…just fell asleep. I’m sorry..hold on. I’ll be out in a second,” she answered hurriedly.

In a state of near panic, Shelby looked around the bathroom. All she could see was the clothing she’d been wearing earlier, a bath towel for herself, a clean pair of undergarments, her robe and her slippers. It didn’t look like there had ever been anyone else in here, or even any intent of anyone else being in here. Had she sleepwalked? Dreamed the whole episode? Or had it really happened? She didn’t know which idea was more disturbing.

There wasn’t time to ponder much. Edgar was waiting right outside the door, and there was a dinner to get ready for. The killer cramps had subsided, at least for the time being.

Quickly she donned her robe, slid into her slippers and unlocked the door. Edgar had changed out of his customary camouflage pants, dark t shirt and ever present head band, and was now wearing a button up shirt and a pair of slacks. His hair, that was usually rather unkempt and scruffy looking, was styled with gel and well groomed looking. Shelby had to admit, when he had the wherewithal to dress up, Edgar could be handsome, even if he still looked a bit awkward.

“I’m surprised you’re not ready yet. You’re usually nagging at me,” he said gruffly.

Shelby shrugged silently and went to the closet, pulling out the black dress she planned to wear to the dinner that night. Her shoes were neatly laid right below it, and she grabbed those too.

“What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?” he asked.

“No. I just…don’t feel good,” she responded as she brought her clothes back out and laid them on the bed.

“I thought you looked pale. The flu?”

“No. Cramps.”

Edgar made a face.

“Maybe we should take a rain check.”

“We can’t. I’ll just have to grin and bear it. I’m good at that.”

There wasn’t much time to spare. Quickly, Shelby struggled into her panty hose and dressed. Then, it was time to apply fresh make-up and fix up her hair. By now, she was used to attending multiple functions in one day, and needing to prepare for them hurriedly, so it didn’t take her long to make her preparations. But she frowned when she finished and looked in the mirror. Something wasn’t right with her ensemble. Finally, it occurred to her that the amulet that Alan had made for her to ward off ghouls looked awkward hanging from her neck suspended from a black cord. For the occasion she’d be attending tonight, she’d need something more sophisticated looking.

“Edgar, I need the silver chain. Could you get it from my jewelry box, please?” she asked.

“Ah, yes. Silver. Good choice,” he remarked, “It will keep any werewolves eating with us tonight at bay, too.”

“I doubt any of them would dare try anything.”

“If Erickson is there, I wouldn’t put it past him,” Edgar warned.

Shelby’s smile was a little on the patronizing side as she changed her amulet over to the silver chain and worked to clasp the fastening around her neck.

“Erickson won’t be there. This is a dinner for campaign supporters and sponsors only,” she said.

At last, it was time to say good night to the kids and check out with Edgar’s mom, Jeannie, who would be watching the children while they attended their dinner tonight. Tyler and Kirsten were doing their homework at the dining room table, and Owen was bouncing in his exerciser that was mounted in the doorway while Jeannie put the finishing touches on the supper they’d be eating.

“I don’t know what time we’ll be home,” Shelby said.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be in late. No offense, dear, but when a bunch of politicians all get together in the same room, they all want to blow off a bunch of hot air,” Jeannie replied knowingly.

“I’m sure you’re right.”

Edgar rolled his eyes. The only reason he had any inclination to go was for the supernatural factor. There certainly would be ghouls and werewolves in attendance. He wanted to keep his eyes on them.

Together, they kissed their kids goodnight and headed off for the house of Shelby’s uncle, where the dinner was being hosted. The Sigmund residence, home of Shelby’s uncle and one of Santa Carla’s former mayors, was a stately house situated on the cliffs not far from Lighthouse Park. Cars were lined up and down East Cliff Drive. Yet Shelby knew that her uncle had a spot reserved just for her, so she was able to pull right into his driveway and park her Town and Country next to his Mercedes. On the other side of his vehicle, Shelby recognized the SUV belonging to her Lieutenant Mayor, David Martinez. Once again, he was her running mate on her ticket. She was glad to see that he was already here. But then again, he was always very punctual.

A butler was waiting by the door to help them with their jackets. Then, they were greeted by Shelby’s uncle.

“You’re just in time for cocktails,” he said warmly, offering a hug to his niece. He then shook Edgar’s hand. Edgar tried not to wince, as he knew he was shaking hands with a known ghoul.

In fact, Edgar was not surprised to find that the guest list comprised of many people that were ‘registered’ on his and Alan’s unofficial ‘who’s a ghoul’ list. He would make certain to have the names of those that weren’t by night’s end. Almost all of the others were fleabags. Edgar was reasonably certain that only he, Shelby, the wait staff and possibly a small smattering of the other guests were morts. It gave him the creeps.

Dinner was announced shortly after Shelby and Edgar began to circulate among the guests with their cocktails in hand. Everyone was escorted into the dining room and seated at an impeccably set table. Shelby was seated beside her uncle on the right, and David Martinez to his left. Edgar was seated next to Shelby, and across from him, next to her husband sat Martinez’s wife, Carmen. The other guests were arranged down the table accordingly, with Edgar paying close attention to the name labels artfully displayed in front of their plates.

As the first course was being served up, Frank Sigmund wasted no time with idle chat.

“I’ve been paying close attention to the polls Shelby, as I’m sure we all have been. The good news is, you still have a sizeable lead. Of course, there is still plenty of time for things to change, and we all know what a shady character Vic Erickson is. I’m sure he’s planning a smear campaign as we speak,” he announced.

Others murmured their assent. Even Martinez, a fellow werewolf of Erickson’s pack, was quick to agree.

“His track record in his past couple of years has been less than stellar,” Shelby pointed out.

“How much of that can be brought to public scrutiny if the need arises?” Frank asked.

“The deaths of two of his detectives on New Year’s Eve of 2006 is public record, even if the circumstances surrounding it are somewhat classified. I’m also having a review of his police force expenditures done on the quiet. The economy is such a concern these days. I expect the report to be ready by the beginning of next week.”

“Nail him on every little thing you can. I see him parked in the drive thru at Tia Maria’s an awful lot in his unmarked car…at all hours of the night and day. And, I’m sure if he’s doing it, his whole damn department is!” Frank growled.

Shelby took a deep swallow of wine. Like she should talk. How often had she used her City issued Town and Country for unofficial business? However, the difference between her and her competition was that she took pains to hide her affairs from the public eye. She squirmed in her seat, wondering just what sort of dirt Erickson was trying to dig up on her. Lord only knew, he could have detectives tailing her 24/7. The thought made her more than a little uncomfortable. However, if she learned it was true, she could also write it up in her ‘wasteful uses of county money’ report and throw it back in his hairy snout.

Conversation continued much in this vein throughout the main course and through dessert. By then, Shelby had quite forgotten about her bathroom visitation as she concentrated on keeping up appearances in a dining room full of ghouls and werewolves. It was imperative that they believe she was still inhabited by the entity that she had been possessed with as a child, even though she had been rid of it for two years now.

After the table was cleared and conversation was breaking up into small talk, Frank stood up to convey to his guests that the evening would be drawing to a close. Though he was loathed to admit it; he had just passed his seventieth birthday, and he was starting to slow down some. Already, it was past ten o’clock. However, before Shelby and Edgar could retrieve their coats from the butler, Frank summoned Shelby to him.

“I would like to speak with you in the study briefly,” he said to her, “Edgar can wait here. We’ll just be a few moments.”

Shelby nodded acceptingly and followed her uncle into his well appointed study. He closed the door behind her while she took a seat in a one of the matched, hunter green wing back guest chairs placed in front of his massive mahogany wood desk.

“Firstly, I just wanted to tell you that I’m very proud of the job you’ve done in the last four years you’ve been in office. You’ve upheld the standards that I worked very hard to instill in this town when I was in office. Frankly, I don’t think anyone else could possibly come close to running this town like you do, and I will do everything in my power to see to it that you continue to do so for the next four years,” he told her with an approving smile on his face.

“I’m very grateful for your confidence,” Shelby replied, “You’ve always been an inspiration to me.”

“You know, your aunt would be very proud of you, too. She knew you and I were cut from the same cloth. It’s true, what they say…behind every great man is a great woman. I do miss her terribly. It’s a shame, Shelby. A terrible shame…”

Shelby cocked her head to the side and declined to comment. The door creaked open, and the butler stepped inside. From his fingers dangled Shelby’s amulet. Her uncle gave an amused smile and folded his hands on his desk. Shelby felt a lump form in her throat that she was certain was her heart beating there. Quickly, she forced it down when she noticed her uncle’s eyes growing bright. He was feeding from the fear he sensed growing in her.

“I meant what I said when I told you I’d do anything to see to it that you remain in office. But, I have certain conditions that must be adhered to. This is a unique town with a delicate balance, Shelby, as I’m sure you know. I’m not sure how long you’ve been pulling the wool over my eyes, but I can assure you, when you enter your second term, you will enter it properly, and you will run this town properly, just as you did when you started your first term. It’s not polite to fool the voters, now is it?” Frank asked.

“H-how did…,” Shelby stammered. Her eyes were still fixed on the butler with her amulet.

Then she remembered how he conveniently helped her with her coat. He must have unclasped it without her knowledge when he slid her coat off and pocketed it. It must also mean that the butler was an unaffected mortal, because if he was a ghoul, he would be unable to touch the thing.

The door opened again, and a table server stepped inside. Shelby gazed into her bright hazel eyes and realized at once that she was possessed. The woman smiled stiffly at her. Then, the maid turned to Frank and favored him with a warmer smile.

“Now, Shelby, you’ve been rather unkind to my companion spirit. Considering the degree of success and security she has founded for you, I would say your treatment of her is rather unfair. Please see to it that you foster a more hospitable environment for her this time around. It’s the least you can do. I’ll be watching you.”

“I can run this town just fine without being possessed! I’ve been doing it for two years without you or anyone else knowing I wasn’t!” Shelby insisted, rising from her seat.

“Perhaps you think you can, but that’s not entirely the point. The point is this. You were the custodian of a precious gift. It is the only thing of your aunt that you have…her spirit living inside of you! You WILL take it back, I insist!”

“But it wasn’t HER spirit…it’s not a SPIRIT! It’s a…DEMON!” Shelby argued.

But her argument fell on deaf ears. With a nod from her uncle, the maid was summoned forward. She lunged at Shelby. Shelby made an attempt to jump out of the way, but she was soon overpowered by the butler, who grabbed her from behind. He held her with her arms pinned at her side. Shelby struggled and yelled out, but as far as she could tell, no one was able to hear her through the thick walls and the heavy door of her uncle’s study. Where was Edgar when she needed him?

The maid’s glassy eyes bored into her own. Shelby tried to slam her lids shut, but suddenly, a blue electric light arced towards her with dizzying speed. She remembered this from so long ago. With a rush that felt like the force of an oncoming train, Shelby felt all the air from her body being knocked out of her. Because she knew what was happening, she tried vainly to fight it. But the demon coiled up its strength and pushed again, only harder this time. She was no match for its power.

Two minutes later, Shelby no longer needed to be restrained by the butler. She emerged from her uncle’s study looking as though nothing had happened.
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