“That was quick.” Richie flicked an eyebrow her way.
“I didn’t have fun tonight..I just fed…”
Holding up a hand he hastily said.
“I really don’t want to hear it. I’m going to go to hell for just hearing and putting up with all this shit!”
Shaking his head he stepped into the plane, her girlish giggle didn’t impress him much. She was danger on two legs, not to be trusted and although he was thankful for her cooperation he hated her for turning his friend into a heartless predator.
“Wow you don’t like me very much, do you.” She kept herself busy with the safety belts.
“…and how many times do I have to tell you that my thoughts are private? Fuck I hate it when you and Jon do that!”
A deep frown burrowed in her flawless features.
“What do you mean Jon? Jon can’t read thoughts. He is not experienced enough! It takes decades for a vampire to acquire that kind of skill….” Comprehension dawned on the firey red head. Jon was not your average vampire, is that why she couldn’t finish him off that night? If the elders knew about this!
“We I guess he jumped a few decades then, the man can read thoughts and have telepathic conversations…and I’m NOT dreaming it either.”
For the first time in such a long time she felt fear, fear as to what she was going to witness when she met up with this mysterious vampire. He was too well advanced! What if his powers were stronger than hers and he decided to kill her?
Richie saw the concern clouded her copper eyes and he snickered hatefully.
“You’re all scaredy cat now?”
Her eyes flashed a deep ruby as warning.
“Don’t be ridiculous! Why would I be scared? He’s no match for me! I’ve traveled this world for hundreds of years now, nothing has ever surprised me and your precious little friend is no exception.”
Richie leaned back, a mocking grin on his face.
“Well I’ve traveled the world for …what…30 plus years and I know a scared look when I see one. You are scared shitless darlin’…and you know what? You damn well need to be.”
They didn’t talk much after that, she hasn’t mentioned anything about his thoughts and he didn’t bother keeping a conversation with her.
~~~
It was an exhausted David that opened the door to them.
“How’s thing my man?”
Dragging a shaky hand through the thick curls he sighed hopelessly.
“Not good Rich…not good at all. Hello.” He eyed the leggy red haired. He was too damn tired and defeated to be scared of her as well. Nothing could be worse than the hell he and the guys had gone through these last two days!
“Guys…this is Chimala..” the rest hung unsaid in the air.
There was just enough time to receive a somber hi from each of them before Jon started thrashing again, snarling, flashing his now ever present fangs.
“Its been like this since you left Rich! He is getting worse!”
Three men tried to hold him down but to no avail. One after the other they lost the strength to hold on and landed in an uncompromising heap on the carpet.
The last scarp of sheet skid off, only to display a healthy set of male muscles drenched in sweat, no one noticed.
“Stand back..did he feed?” she shouted above the unholy snarls.
Tico shook his head.
“We tried everything, he refused.”
Straddling him, she was taken aback by his enormous power.
“He hadn’t fed in two days and he is this strong?!” She could barely stay on top of him.
Snapping her head to each man she barked.
“You…grab his leg…you..the other one…Richie you take an arm and you the other arm. I cannot for the life of me hold him down!”
Jon’s eyes shot open, delirious painful eyes searched the faces that tried to imprison him.
“Get the FUUUCK off me! Chimala??? No…what the hell?!”
His eyes fluttered shut and his body slammed back onto the mattress. A sigh of relief whispered from everyone’s mouths.
Chimala was balancing herself on his chest, her hands pinning his shoulders down as best she could.
“Ok I need you to keep him still. I have to find out what is causing this…Are you ready?”
It was on Richie’s lips to ask what her plan was but he shuddered as he heard the slice of skin as she bit into his neck.
Jon reared from the bed, roaring like a wild animal in pain.
Everyone watched as the whole picture played out like a nightmare, they have never seen such a bizarre ritual before….
It took but a few seconds before Chimala gasped, reared back as if in pain. Pushing off of the now deathly still body she rushed towards the bathroom.
Panic swelled thick and fast in the air. Worried glances flew through the air.
She came back, wiping her mouth. Staring wide eyed at the naked vampire on the bed.
“His blood is full of poison.”
“Poison?!” Everyone shouted in unison.
“Yeah poison and not poison as you know it. Tell me the girls were they wiccans..pagans?”
Obie frowned.
“What the hell is a wiccan? How the fuck should we know?”
“He fed on a blessed wiccan.”
“Ok stop right there with the voodoo shit. Talk English.” David was getting very irritated.
She sighed and sat next to Jon on the bed, her hand brushing over his cheek. He turned his head and growled, opening his mouth to scrape his fangs against her wrist. His body was famished.
“Wicca is a nature-based religion. It stresses living in harmony with all creatures and the earth. I suspect he had fed on two wiccan witches that had just been anointed with Blessed oil. It’s a protection ritual.”
“Gmmmf didn’t help them much by the looks of it.” Richie huffed.
She shook her head.
“…and by the looks of it, it didn’t help your friend either. He is fortunate to be such a strong vampire, any other vampire would have been dead the moment he fed from them.”
Surprise crossed her face. This one sure was a mystery to her.
Slapping his thighs, Richie sat next to her.
“Ok so to get back to helping Jon. What do we need to do , how and when?”
Regret shone in her coppery eyes.
“There is nothing you can do for him.”
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