SARAH JO GETS EVEN

Jason lay in wait outside the K’immie Estates in the predawn darkness, waiting for Kronos to leave. In a bag attached to his belt was the little surprise Sarah Jo and he had decided to spring on the immortal after he had cheated by pulling Sarah Jo off her horse during the steeplechase. When at last Jason saw Kronos walk out his door, he had to control the urge to leap out of his hiding spot and sink his teeth into his throat. He remained where he was until Kronos had crossed the bridge and headed to the beach for the duel before he silently rose from where he had been crouched. A moment later, he was inside the apartment that Kronos called home. His nose wrinkled as he smelled the strong scent of the immortal that lingered over everything in the place. He headed straight to the bathroom and quickly did what he had come to do. He didn’t need any tools to undo the shower head and he as able to place his little surprise packet inside it before screwing the head securely back on.

A couple of minutes later, Jason opened the front door just far enough to ensure no one was around and then vanished into the early morning mist. He arrived at the beach just in time to help Sarah Jo guide the staggering Count off the beach. Once he was safely in the clinic, he gave Sarah Jo a sly wink as he held her close for a moment. He then turned, left the clinic and loped off. He was grinning from ear to ear and quite pleased with himself. He made his way to meet the newspaper office for the next stage of their little plan.

Kronos came back to life a short time later, only to find himself alone, sprawled out on his back of the sandy beach. Brushing the sand off, he got up, grimacing slightly at the lingering pain in his chest. He glanced down at his blood soaked shirt and his face reflected his growing inner rage. He was angry that Doc Adams had managed somehow to best him and he was even more angry that he hadn’t had a chance to collect his *prize*. He would have had found playing with that strawberry blonde girl a very pleasant diversion indeed. Grabbing his leather coat off the sand where he had thrown it, he made his way back to his place.

Once inside, he stripped all his clothing off and stepped inside his shower, letting the hot water wash all the blood and gore off of him, his eyes closed in pleasure as he enjoyed the feeling of the steaming hot water cascading over his hard body. Stepping out into the steam filled bathroom, he toweled himself dry and then dressed quickly. He paused long enough to down a stiff drink of whiskey and then headed out the door again. If he couldn’t have the girl, he knew exactly where he could find someone to take out his pent-up frustration on.

As he walked down the street towards the newspaper office, he was aware that the people he was passing were stopping and staring at him. Some were even daring to snicker behind there hands. By the time he reached his destination, he was livid with fury.

When he walked into the building he saw his OIC Toni standing near the door along with the young werewolf Jason. He was then blinded momentarily by the flash of Toni’s camera. He started to snarl something nasty at her but stopped when he saw the slightly hungry look on Jason’s face and the Toni’s little gun in her other hand. No sense getting shot twice in one day, he thought to himself. Besides, he had other plans.

But as his hand touched the door of Thornton’s office, he froze in place, staring in horror at his reflection in the glass of the door. He turned on his heels and left the building without saying a word to anyone, an extremely dangerous look on his face. Striding quickly through the town, he crossed the bridge and disappeared into his apartment and was not seen again for almost a week.

The paper the next morning that was delivered to everyone in the city clearly showed the reason why. On the front page was a nice full color photo of the scarred face of Kronos topped of with a head of hot pink hair, compliments of Sarah Jo and Jason’s little surprise package of permanent hair dye.