111: Play it Again, Derrick – Pt. 3

“What?” Derrick asked, taking the picture from Victoria’s hand and giving it a good evaluation. “When? Where?”

 “At the lake near my family’s cabin. But, there’s no way it’s the same creature. I was maybe eight or nine years old. This thing would be—”

“Immortal?” Mike suggested.

“Victoria, if…” Derrick paused and looked up at Glenn who was hanging on every word they were saying. “We need to check out all possibilities,” he said, cautiously, motioning with his eyes.

“Right,” she replied, catching on to what he was getting at. “Mr. Barrett, Glenn, thank you for your time. As my partner said we’re going to conduct a thorough investigation and we will let you know if we find anything.”

“Thank you. And be careful. This thing is seriously dangerous.”

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110: Play it Again, Derrick – Pt. 2

“What are you talking about, Derrick?”

“Victoria, something’s not right,” he said, pacing near her side of the bed.

“Tell me, Derrick, what’s going on?

“I don’t know. At first, I thought it was a dream but now I don’t—I don’t know what it is. All I know is I keep repeating this day and it usually ends with your death.”

Looking at him incredulously, she waited for him to get to the punchline. But he just shrugged and moved closer to where she sat on the bed. “You don’t believe me?”

“That we’re in some weird version of Groundhog Day? Nope. Sorry.”

“Ok. In a moment, Mike’s gonna yell to me about the bacon burning.”

“Mike’s here?”

“Yes, he came to talk to you about a case: Bigfoot.”

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109: Play it Again, Derrick – Pt. 1

“Wake up, Baby,” Derrick said, pressing his lips to Victoria’s as she rested on her back in bed. Moaning into his kiss, Victoria wrapped an arm around Derrick’s neck and drew him down into the bed with her. Releasing a surprised gasp, Derrick rolled with Victoria landing on top of him.

“Mmm, good morning, Handsome,” she giggled, sliding her hands down his torso. Moving slowly down his thigh, she gave his cock a firm squeeze and smiled at the growl it produced.

“Oh, don’t start something we can’t finish,” he groaned, thrusting upward into her hand as she stroked him again.

“And why can’t we finish?” she asked, looking down at him through hooded lids.

“Uh, Derrick? I think the bacon is burning,” Victoria heard her partner’s voice shout from downstairs.   

“That’s why. Get dressed. Mike’s here and breakfast is on fire,” he laughed as he pulled himself out from under her and rushed downstairs.

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108: Blast from the Past – Pt. 3

Victoria looked down at the necklace her daughter was wearing and then immediately her eyes moved to Future Derrick. “This whole time it was around Alyssa’s neck?”

“I—uh…well…” Future Derrick stammered.

“She’s had it this whole time and yet you’re taking us on a world tour of old haunts? You never intended for me to find it, did you, Derrick?” Victoria asked, anger searing her glare.

“Victoria, please, you have to understand…”

“Understand what, Derrick? That you were wasting time until our spell ran its course, forcing us to leave here empty-handed? What was the point of any of this?”

“I just wanted you to see—see where it all happened, know what took place that night and try to…try to avoid it.”

“Derrick…”

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107: Blast from the Past – Pt. 2

“So, Mom, what spells are you the best at? I’ve been reading through one of your journals and it mentioned dragons which is FREAKING AWESOME! But, what’s your favorite spell?” Alyssa asked, hopping onto the couch beside Victoria.

“Hey, I remember this book. I lost it somewhere in the attic. I guess Derrick found it in the move,” Victoria said, turning the blue notebook over in her hand as she thought for a moment. “Hmm, favorite spell…oh, easy, it was a reflection spell ‘reflexio revelare.’ When your dad and I were dating, he’d mentioned he hadn’t seen himself in centuries. So, one night while standing in front of a mirror, I cast that spell and for a minute he got to see his reflection again.”

“Wow! That’s so cool and very sweet. I’ll bet it made him smile,” Alyssa said, looking over at her father.

“It did,” the Derricks replied simultaneously before sharing a laugh.

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106: Blast from the Past – Pt. 1

“Sorry, uh…” Victoria said, stunned at the sudden revelation that she was staring at her own flesh and blood. “MY daughter?”

“MOM!” Alyssa rushed forward, throwing her arms around Victoria’s neck and held her in a death grip that Victoria had to place her hand between in order to catch her breath. “Sorry, I’m just so happy to see you.”

“I can see that but…I don’t…I’m not…we’re…uh—” Victoria struggled to complete a sentence, unsure of how to broach the subject of time travel with this complete stranger or even if she should.

“From the past!” Alyssa blurted excitedly before looking around at the crowd of people and lowering her voice. “Yeah, that’s pretty obvious now.” Again, she gripped Victoria, tighter this time and sighed contentedly as she took in her scent. “Mmm, you smell like honeysuckles after a rainfall.”

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105: Into the Fray – Pt. 3

Victoria wasted no time jumping onto Pyrose’s back and following Fane into the sky. It was a dangerous gamble, but one she needed to make. She had to stop Fane before he bombarded the bodies below with the fearsome brute force of his monstrous companion. With no time to master the art of dragon flight, Victoria relied heavily on Pyrose’s abilities to navigate the open air. Meanwhile, she concentrated on firing accurate volleys of arcane to put an end to Fane’s tyranny.

Pyrose veered to the left as Fane aimed a fiery breath toward them. With a vicious swipe of her claws, Pyrose caught Ebonwrath in the eye, nearly blinding the large creature. He shrieked in pain, shaking his head and almost losing his cargo in the process. But Fane held on as the animal fiercely shuddered nearly crashing to the earth.

In response, Fane began his own onslaught against Victoria. His powerful magics exploded around her in a high-flying blitz that put her on the defensive. Pyrose skirted the horizon, dodging volatile projectiles as they erupted dangerously close by. The red dragon moved so nimbly, avoiding the mountains, the balls of death being thrown by Fane and the stray weaponry hurled from below. It was as if she had eyes along her scales and was completely attuned to Victoria’s needs and maintaining her well-being.

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104: Into the Fray – Pt. 2

Victoria stood back with the others as dozens of archmages, wizards, priests and occultists battled fiercely in the open field near the shattering ruins of the water plant. “We need to put an end to this. We cannot allow Fane to fully restore his powers,” Julian urged. “The result would be catastrophic!”

“I’ll say. The man snapped his fingers and evaporated Cassatt,” Marcel said, still reeling from having witnessed an elder vampire’s death with such ease. “I can’t even begin to imagine what could happen once he’s back to full capacity.”

“Well, I will have to get back inside to his holding room. There is a lot of stray chaotic energy to harness in there. And if what Fane said is right and we’re linked, and I truly believe it is, I’m going to need a leg up on him. I think I can use his own powers against him.”

“What do you need from us?” Derrick asked, stepping closer to where Victoria stood.

“It’s asking a lot, but I could use some distraction. Give Fane a target to focus on while I siphon off his magic.”

“We’ll provide as much cover as we can,” Rowan said, nodding toward Marcel. 

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103: Into the Fray – Pt. 1

“Get them out of here,” Elder Emery shouted as the building evacuated. He sent his summoners and priests to safety as Victoria, Derrick and Marcel returned to help aide the others injured from the blast.

“Have you seen Rowan?” Marcel inquired as he lifted a priestess to her feet and ushered her toward an exit.

“No. I thought you two were together at the initial detonation,” Derrick answered.

“We were but in the chaotic aftermath, I lost track of him.” He pushed another struggling archmage to their feet and just as he was preparing to reenter the blast zone, a tuft of blonde hair stumbled from the rubble. “Ro!” Marcel exclaimed and rushed forward.

“I’m fine,” Rowan waved off his bodyguard as he took in their surroundings. “What in the bloody hell happened? Did the entire sodding building crash down on us?”

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102: Drag On Drag Off – Pt. 3

“No, there has to be something we can do,” Victoria said, shaking her head and pacing the courtyard.

“You’ve done it,” Alaric said, gently taking Victoria’s hand. “I cannot begin to thank you for restoring life to our dragonkin. But this,” he said motioning around toward the people now running to their posts in preparation for battle. “This is ours to deal with. For now, I think it’s best you and your friends learn what you came here to learn and get back to your own time.”

“Alaric…”

“Victoria, you are of my blood. I will not see you harmed here, please,” he begged, clenching her shoulders tightly as he gazed deeply into her eyes. She heard the sincerity of his words but she could also see the fear in his eyes. Nevertheless, Victoria nodded and Alaric smiled before releasing his grip. “I’ll have Elias assist you with whatever you need.”

Alaric turned and hurried toward one of the towers near the front wall and Elias motioned for Victoria to rejoin him in the coffer house. “Elias, there must be a way we can…”

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