The fog swirled around the Southport harbor, the salty air mingling with the stench of fresh blood as Julie, Helen, and Ray gathered on his boat, "Billy Blue." Julie held a piece of rope with the name engraved on it, her voice trembling as she confronted Ray on the night-darkened deck of July 4th.
"'Billy Blue'… this is your boat, Ray. Did you send the letter? Have you been behind all of this? Tell me the truth now!"
Ray raised his hands, his face pale under the dim light of a lantern.
"No, Julie, I swear I didn't! The boat is mine, yes, but I don't know anything about that letter. Someone must have used it to throw us off. I've been just as scared as you, believe me."
Cassian, leaning against the railing, listened in silence, his mind working with icy calm. He pulled the anonymous letter from his bag and examined it under the light, his tone steady but sharp.
"It's not Ray. The name is a clue, but not the source. The man who was hit, David Egan, wasn't the only one on that road. Someone survived, someone who saw you and wants revenge. What do you remember from that night? Every detail."
Helen, trembling beside Julie, spoke with a shaky voice.
"There was a guy on the road, we hit him by accident. It was dark, raining. We thought he was dead, so we dumped him in the sea. But… what if he wasn't? What if it was someone else?"
Before Cassian could respond, a creak echoed from the hold. Ben Willis, the fisherman, emerged with his soaked raincoat and his hook gleaming in his hand. His raspy voice cut through the air as he pointed at Julie.
"You threw me into the water, but I didn't die. I killed David Egan before you found me, and now I'll kill you all for what you did."
Julie screamed, stumbling back, while Ray tried to confront him, but Willis struck him with the handle of the hook, knocking him down. Cassian stepped in, his calm figure transforming into a fighting machine. He dodged a swipe of the hook with feline agility, pulled his gun from his bag, and shot Willis in the leg, making him grunt in pain. With a swift move, he drove his dagger into the fisherman's shoulder, the blade slicing through flesh and muscle with lethal precision.
Willis, enraged, lunged to stab Julie, but Cassian grabbed his arm and shoved him toward the boat's pulleys.
"Ray, now!" he shouted, and Ray, recovering, triggered the mechanism. The ropes tightened, catching Willis's hand and tearing it off with a wet snap. The fisherman screamed, his body dangling by one foot before being flung into the sea, his hook falling into the water with him.
Silence fell, broken only by Julie and Helen's ragged breaths. The sheriff arrived minutes later, his flashlight sweeping the scene, but Willis's body wasn't in the water.
"We didn't find anything," the sheriff said, his voice deep. "Do you know why he attacked you?"
Julie and Helen exchanged a glance, lying in unison.
"No, sir. We have no idea."
The sheriff left, leaving Willis's severed hand hanging from the nets like a grisly trophy. Julie and Helen turned to Cassian, hugging him with tears in their eyes. Julie spoke first, her voice shaky but grateful.
"You saved us, Cassian. I thought I was dead, that we all were. How do you do it? You're… I don't know, incredible."
Helen nodded, wiping her tears.
"Yeah, thank you. I saw Barry die, Elsa… I thought it was my turn. But you stopped him. Where do you get that strength?"
Cassian looked at them, his face impassive but his eyes softening slightly.
"Training and will. No magic, just practice. You're alive, that's what matters. Come on, you need rest."
That night, in a cabin near the town rented by Helen, the day's tension morphed into something more primal. Julie and Helen, still shaken but drawn to Cassian's unshakable presence, led him to the bedroom. Julie approached first, her hands trembling as she looked into his eyes.
"I don't know how to thank you for this. You saved us, and… I don't want to think about death right now. I want to feel something alive. Is that okay?"
Cassian watched her, his calm intact but a flicker of desire in his gaze.
"It's okay, Julie. If it's what you want."
She kissed him desperately, her hot, wet lips crashing against his, while Helen drew closer, her fingers brushing his arm timidly. Julie pushed him onto the bed, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his muscular, scar-marked torso. Helen pulled off her torn shirt, her firm breasts exposed in the dim light, and leaned in to lick his neck as Julie slid her hands down his waist, yanking off his belt and pulling down his pants with a quick tug.
Julie knelt between his legs, her hot breath grazing his skin as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him eagerly. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around his erection, moaning softly as she tasted him, her hands gripping his thighs. Cassian let out a low grunt, his hand tangling in her hair to guide her, his control steady but his breathing quickening.
"Keep going, Julie… right there…" he murmured, his deep voice resonating in the room.
Helen moved behind him, her breasts pressing against his back as she nibbled his earlobe. He turned her with a smooth but firm motion, sitting her on his lap facing him. Helen gasped as Cassian lifted her by the hips and lowered her onto his shaft, impaling her with a deep thrust that made her cry out in pleasure. She rode him fiercely, her nails scraping his skin as her hips slammed against his, the wet sound of their bodies filling the air.
"Oh God, Cassian… it's too much… don't stop…" she moaned, her body trembling as he held her, letting her set the pace.
Julie stood, shedding her clothes hurriedly until she was naked, her skin glistening with sweat. She approached Helen, kissing her with tongue as Cassian continued fucking her, her hands eagerly caressing her friend's breasts. Then she bent over the bed, resting on her hands and knees, offering herself to Cassian with a pleading look. He pulled out of Helen for a moment, leaving her collapsing and panting, and positioned himself behind Julie. He gripped her ass, spreading her firmly before sliding into her from behind, his cock filling her with a sharp thrust that made her scream. He pounded her with a wild rhythm, his hands squeezing her flesh as he drove her to the edge, her body shaking beneath him.
"Cassian… yes, harder… please…" Julie begged, her cries echoing as pleasure tore through her.
Helen, recovering, crawled toward them, kissing Cassian's back as he continued with Julie, her lips leaving wet marks on his skin. Then she slid beneath Julie, licking her clit with quick flicks while Cassian fucked her, the trio erupting into a cacophony of moans and gasps. Julie came first, her body convulsing as she clenched around Cassian, her voice breaking into a scream. Helen followed, spurred by her own fingers and the sight of Julie, her orgasm rocking her as she lapped at her friend's final spasms. Cassian, with a final growl, released inside Julie, his hot seed filling her as his hands gripped her hips.
The three collapsed on the bed, sweaty and exhausted, their bodies tangled in a mess of limbs. Julie, breathing raggedly, stroked Cassian's arm.
"That was… I have no words. You're more than a hero, Cassian."
Helen, with an exhausted laugh, nodded.
"Yeah… saving us and then this. You're something else, truly."
Cassian looked at them, his calm returning as he stood.
"You're alive. That's enough."
At dawn, he dressed silently, adjusting his crucifix as Julie and Helen slept entwined on the bed, their breathing slow and deep. His phone buzzed on the table, a message from Daniel Hargrove lighting up the screen:
"Cassian, why haven't you reached Haddonfield? The murders don't wait. Respond."
Cassian pocketed the phone, his face impassive but his eyes gleaming with purpose. The fisherman was done, Julie and Helen were safe, but the road called him again.