Ashes and Desire

The roar of the fire still echoed in Cassian's and Helen's ears as they drove the Jeep toward a motel on the outskirts of Haddonfield, leaving behind Laurie's fortified house engulfed in flames. Laurie, Karen, and Allyson had sped off in Hawkins' truck toward the local hospital, seeking medical attention after the hellish night. The motel, a dilapidated building with flickering neon lights, offered temporary refuge. Cassian parked in front of Room 12, his face calm but his hands tense on the steering wheel. Helen, exhausted, stepped out with her Vatican laptop tucked under her arm, her ponytail undone and strands of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

Inside the room, the air smelled of dampness and stale cigarettes. Helen set the laptop on a wobbly table and powered it on, checking the data from the sensors she had installed at Laurie's house. Cassian locked the door behind them, dropping his bag to the floor and pulling out his dagger to clean it with a cloth, his gaze lost in the gleaming blade.

"He's dead, right?" Helen said, her voice trembling as she stared at the screen. "The sensors show no heat signatures outside the basement. The fire trapped him, Cassian. We can rest a little now, can't we? After all this, I need to believe it's over."

Cassian set the dagger on the table, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "I don't trust the fire, Helen. I stabbed him, we shot him, and he kept moving. Forty years locked up didn't stop him, and this… I feel he's still alive. I don't smell sulfur, but there's something about him that doesn't die easily. What else do the data say?"

Helen sighed, adjusting the screen's brightness as her fingers trembled slightly. "Nothing moved after the gas exploded. The basement was a perfect trap—Laurie designed it well. But you're right, I don't feel safe celebrating yet. We spent months training for this, and seeing him in action… it's like he has no limits. What do we do if he survived?"

Cassian approached the window, staring into the black night beyond the dirty glass. "If he survived, we hunt him again. I won't let him escape—not after Ray, after Vicky, after everyone he killed today. Laurie trusts us now, and I won't fail her family. But tonight, we need clarity. Check everything again, I want to be sure."

Helen nodded, leaning over the laptop as she reviewed the thermal recordings. "Alright, let me analyze the last few hours. The sensors caught the fire, but there's no sign of movement outside the house. If he got out, it wasn't where we were watching. Cassian, how do you stay so calm after fighting that thing? I can barely keep my hands still."

Cassian turned to her, his gaze cold but with a flicker of something deeper. "I'm not calm, Helen. I control it, like I was trained to. But you… you keep me standing. Come here, I need more than data right now."

Helen looked at him, her cheeks flushing as she closed the laptop with a soft click. "What do you need? After tonight, I'm exhausted, but for you… tell me what you want, Cassian."

He approached, his presence filling the room, and placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "Take it all off, Helen. I want to see you, I want to feel you. Now."

She swallowed hard, obeying with trembling hands. She shed her jacket, letting her shirt fall to the floor, exposing her firm breasts under the dim light. Then she stripped off her jeans and underwear, standing naked before him, her skin glistening with sweat. She crawled onto the creaky bed, her eyes locked on him as she licked her lips. "Like this, Cassian? Do you want me to be your little slut tonight? Because I can be, I can give you everything you need after that shit."

Cassian growled, ripping off his shirt in a swift motion, revealing his muscular, scarred torso. He unbuckled his pants, letting them drop, his hard cock springing free as he climbed over her, pinning her with his weight. "Yes, Helen, that's what I want. Ride my dick like the slut you are, make me forget that damn night."

She laughed, her voice hoarse and dirty as she positioned herself over him, her hands on his chest. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you so good, Cassian. Look at this wet pussy, all for you." She lowered herself slowly, her tight pussy swallowing his hard cock inch by inch, moaning loudly as she felt him fill her. "Fuck, you're so big! Do you like how I squeeze you, huh?"

Cassian gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her with force. "Damn right, Helen. Move, faster, I want to feel you drip all over me."

She obeyed, her breasts bouncing wildly as she rode him, her hips circling slowly at first, then picking up speed, the wet sound of her pussy slamming against him filling the room. "Like this, Cassian! Want me to come all over your hard cock? I'm going to milk you dry." She moaned his name, her nails scraping his chest as the pleasure made her shake.

Cassian grunted, thrusting up into her with dominance, his hands roughly squeezing her breasts. "Come, Helen, but don't stop. I want you to keep going until I fill you, my slut."

She screamed, her pussy clenching around him as she climaxed, her juices soaking him as she kept riding him desperately. "Yes, Cassian, yes! Fill me up, give me all that hot cum, fuck!"

He roared, his hips slamming into her one last time as he came inside her, his hot semen flooding her with a deep growl that shook the bed. Helen collapsed onto him, panting, her body trembling as she kissed him with wet lips. "Shit, that was… intense. You feeling better now, big guy?"

Cassian gently pushed her off, his breathing heavy but his control returning. "Yeah, much better. Rest, Helen, you need it."

The next morning, Helen jolted awake, checking the laptop while Cassian sharpened his dagger. "Cassian, look at this," she said, her voice tense. "Police reports—firefighters went to Laurie's house last night. They put out the fire… and they didn't find Michael. They let him out by accident."

Cassian dropped the dagger, his face darkening with fury. "Damn idiots. He's alive, I knew it. Get your stuff ready, Helen, we're going to Haddonfield. This doesn't end until I kill him myself."

Minutes later, with weapons loaded and the laptop packed, they set off for the town, the echo of a new wave of murders already whispering in the wind.