Final Instalment of Rock World Chapter... Didikai Witch - 1st Book In The Beyond Series.

As Galleano figured more revellers would be on the streets than in the club by now, making it harder for an inconspicuous escape route as well as the added irritation of the armed English police force, who didn’t take too kindly to the mad English binge drinking culture, would be descending on the club to “take down” anyone left in here firing guns, casting spells or biting the hell out of everyone!

“Trust Sir Robert Peel to invent a gang of ‘Bobbies’ to irritate the hell out of me one hundred and fifty years after he is dead and buried.”
“You knew the man?” Lucas sounded surprised, but also greatly interested in the man who did so much for the Old English culture that was the epitome of their society today, as he was alive during his period as a mortal.
“Knew him Luke? Hell the bastard owed me one hundred English notes in a game of poker. I did offer to take his wife off his hands in lieu of the debt, but the mad man refused.” Galleano shrugged incomprehensibility at this offer he thought any man would never refuse. “You get yourself out of here Lucas; I will head off Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys.”
“You’re not leaving her here are you?” Lucas looked bemused as he nodded at the sleeping beauty.

“She’s not ready yet my friend. Besides I have some unfinished business to tidy up before I allow her into our world.” He took one more look at his long lost daughter and left the cubicle gracefully just as Lily in wolf form and Jason appeared from the staircase.

“Oh! Lily dear could you at least for once control your erotic need to change and tear my family’s throats out!” He announced in a nonchalant fashion.
Lily swivelled her ears to let Galleano know she had heard and understood his reprimand, but would choose to ignore it as usual. He continued.
“Lucas and I will meet you back at the lair, Good work tonight, despite the mess and ever present police cars that I come to expect from you two.” Jason nodded acknowledgement, but again chose not to be bothered to argue with Galleano’s sarcastic streak.

Before Galleano’s very eyes he too transformed into a coffee pelted, exotic muscular wolf, far too large or unusually coloured to pass for the Northern American variety, but if they kept to the back streets they could run to open fields soon enough without detection at this time of night, or was it now early hours of the morning? Galleano pondered for a millisecond then got back on track.

Jason howled as he ripped off his suit that hung from what was once his human shoulders, but was now shredded over his hackles from the result of his rapid growth, then on all fours Lily and Jason smashed out of the closed fire exit door and into the night.

“Is it just me Luke or do werewolves have no idea about neat and tidiness.” He sighed.
As Lucas and Galleano reached the fire exit they looked back to see Michael reach the top of the staircase. Galleano smiled briefly and pushed Lucas out of the non existent door and onto the fire escape.
“I told you to leave ages ago.” Galleano chastised to his companion. Lucas looked back at the dark haired beautiful man stood fearless by the staircase. Yes Lucas meant beauty. Then he disappeared into the night.

Michael heard flesh ripping and bone crunching as the untidy blonde man was unceremoniously shoved out of the fire escape. He saw a shadow with a huge wing span flap high into the Manchester skyline before it disappeared from his vision.

“Well Michael we are alone at last.” Galleano walked towards him then looked him up and down, before frowning at his crotch.
“Had an accident did we?” He was barely amused as he inhaled the smell of witch’s urine.
Michael blushed slightly then remembered his mission.
“Who the hell are you and where is Amethyst?” Michael tried to be as brassy and ballsy as he could, despite the trouser patch.
“Ah your daughter is quite well and safe.” He motioned theatrically to the cubical they had shared.
Michael gave a sideways glance at her motionless body and began to fill with rage as he realised somehow she had succumbed to whatever power this long black haired undertaker possessed.

“I am Galleano.” He said simply with a courteous smile with almost a bow to boot.
“Really!” Michael kept up his cool bravado. “Funny!” He sneered. “I called my pet dog the same.”
Michael knew he had over stepped the mark and underestimated the mans’ power as he glided up to him with such rapidity and had him pinned against the wall in a neck lock with just one elongated hand quicker than he could blink.
“Don’t test my patience Boy!” Galleano glowered.

Michael tried to cast an incantation, but his vocal chords were held too tightly together.
“Mighty Herne, Why oh why can’t you allow me to cast incantations by thought alone?” He prayed as he tried a disengaging incantation in his mind.

“Because my son if you could do that then there would be no hierarchy above witches and I would then be a redundant supernatural left to roam The Beyond like a fucking vagabond!” Galleano grinned now baring his vampiric fangs to Michael just to be sure he understood EXACTLY who or at least what he was dealing with.

Galleano lowered his grin to a threatening soft smile.
“I hope you properly emptied your bladder on the last pant pissing excursion.”
Michael struggled as his feet left the floor in his grip. Then without warning and quite to his surprise Michael dropped unceremoniously to the floor.
“I don’t want you to die Michael. You are her guardian and though you are a feisty, cocky little bastard, I would regrettably, for the time being like to keep it that way. You see I would rather have preferred Amethyst to have stayed under the protection of Avalonia for a few more years, but then she would never have invoked the spirit to become this all powerful witch and she wouldn’t have been able to use the ensuing years to practice and hone her witchy skills. So I guess I have to ask myself, which is the lesser of the two evils.”

Michael put his hand to his constricted throat and gasped for sweet air.
“What are you? You son of a bitch!” He spoke with hoarse rasps.
“You know what I am Michael. We could be allies, but if you wish us to be enemies then just say the word.” Galleano held his glare.

Michael thought it wise to hold his tongue. As Galleano drifted to the fire escape he stopped and turned back to look at Michael over his shoulder.
“By the way, I am NOT a son of a bitch, that’s Jason’s role. I am the son of a Croatian whore.” For a moments lapse in his concentration Galleano looked down his gaze in regret then turned back and disappeared out of the fire exit. The same ripping, tearing sound resounded around the VIP lounge as a shadow wafted past the door and disappeared.

Michael followed him in disbelief, he looked into the sky and down onto the street below. There was nothing except for a howl in the distance. Michael thought he was going mad. What, who did he just see then. The one, whose smile reminded him of someone he knew, he suddenly felt sick for Amethyst, he couldn’t hear her thoughts anymore.

“Amethyst!” he yelled and turned around to see her still lying on the tacky nightclub furniture. He scooped her up in is arms.
“Amethyst”! He whispered in her ear.
Alex, Kate and George had now joined Michael upstairs. Alex pulled back the curtains that kept the VIP lounge private.

“Oh God no” Michael was as close to weeping as he possibly could hold back.
“It’s okay” she’s still alive Michael.” Alex checked her pulse then checked all around her neck.
“You must have got here in time, No bites.” Alex felt relief wash over him.
“What?” Michael exclaimed in disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about Alex?” Michael was refusing to accept what had just happened.
“Did you or did you not just see two vampires fly out of that door Michael?”
Alex was serious, but Michael laughed almost hysterically.
“Alex this is nuts, first George starts babbling about werewolves and now you about vampires.”
“I didn’t mention Vampires to you.” Alex was concerned for his sanity; it reminded him of a look he saw on Carla’s face when he first found her at a psychic fair.
“Anyway how….” Michael stopped to think how Alex could possibly know about Galleano and the other Vampire.

“You read my mind AGAIN didn’t you?” He was seriously pissed off now.
“I merely saw in your mind what you saw with our own two eyes Michael. You were…well somewhat frightened and you let your guard down. I saw what you saw. Now help me get Amethyst out of here before this place is crawling with police.”
“Yeah and another thing, I thought you were high tailing it out of the men’s room?”
“We saw the were-wolf walk upstairs and decided to stay and help. Between the three of us we are holding the doors locked with our own inimitable gifts so we can keep the police out.”

They suddenly all turned in unison as they heard the doors break front and back of the club as the police barraged through.
“Shit!” Was all George managed to say under his breath. Michael looked at him properly for the first time. He had never heard the shy man speak up until now.
Quick thinking, Michael headed for the open fire escape.
“Follow me, hold skin on skin and stay close.” He muttered a Gypsy incantation under his breath. The scholar that Alex was decided then and there he was going to learn gypsy dialect, just so he could understand the type of spell Michael was casting. They all held each other by touch of skin on skin as Michael directed them and exited the eerily silent club through the same fire exit Michael had seen two were-wolves and two maybe vampires fly out of.

He still felt confused at what he had just witnessed and now he was worried for Amethyst.
“Why wouldn’t she wake up when he picked her up?” He cast power thoughts to her, but there was no response.
As they walked down the iron staircase outside the club in single file Michael
being first in line stood still and held his breath.