“When is this shit gonna stop Jon?! For God’s sake! You have to get control man!” Richie settled the women back onto the bed, searching for a heartbeat.
Jon sat on the edge of the bed, a sheet draped loosely across his thighs, raking his fingers through his hair he muttered, “ She is still alive.” He could hear it..faint but it was there.
Stretching to his full length, he stared at the bloodied sheets, then at Jon’s cold, nonchalant face.
“No thanks to you! If I haven’t charged in here like a fucking bull she would have been dead. Jon don’t you see the problem here? I can’t always cover for you! What if I’m not here? They will end up dead ina fucking dumpsters…all of them! You cannot control your bloodlust, not on your own. Why don’t you accept Obie’s help and get the help you need! You are putting us all in danger, what if you turn on us Jon..what then?”
Jon’s head sagged into his hands, resting on his knees.
“That won’t happen…” his voice trailed off.
“Are you sure? You don’t seem to sure to me.”
He knifed from the bed, standing stark naked in front of Richie, his eyes smouldering.
“OK FUCK! I’ll get help. HAPPY NOW?????!!!!”
Richie clasped his friend’s shoulder.
“I’m worried about you my brother, I want you to be safe and yeah I’m concerned about the band and crew too but shit if you don’t stop, you will kill our whole fanbase…how we gonna make money..fuck you are going to live forever you need a shit load of money bro’!” The twinkle crept into Richie’s handsome face.
Jon chuckled.
Richie’s smile wavered.
“Seriously though…you need to get control of this bloodlust…if not I’m afraid it could cost you your life. Please see the offer Obie made as just that…help. We love you bro’…”
Jon nodded. He knew it all along, somewhere he had to get control and maybe now was the time to accept the outstretched hand.
“Soooo what we gonna do with this one?” Richie flicked an eyebrow towards the bed.
“I know where she parked her car, we’ll leave her there.”
~~
Obie opened the door.
He knew what they were there for even before they so much as whispered a word.
Swinging the door a bit wider he waited as they filed in.
“Jon needs our help. Can you call the informant so we can get the ball rolling?” Richie’s eyes were dark with determination.
Turning on his heel, he appeared a few minutes later, the tiny piece of folded paper in his palm, his hand reaching for the phone.
“ Do I even wanna know what brought this all on..or….oh ok.”
Jon and Richie were bobbing their heads simultaneously. Obie stared at them, when he realized they weren’t going to budge he explained hastily to try and get his mind off the poor girl who had met the fangy side of Jon.
“I trust the source where the information came from but I’m a bit wary of what we might find. Let’s call and see, ok?”
The men nodded.
Obie frowned as he concentrated on the ringing of the phone in his ear. His heart was pounding as anticipation built.
Would this turn into nothing?
“Hello.”
“Hello. Am I speaking to Stanislan Ivanov? My name is Obie O’Brien. I received your number from a close friend of mine, he said you could help me.” He refrained from naming the friend.
“With what?” the voice was bombastic.
Obie unfolded the paper even more and stared at the paper for a moment.
“Professor Niklaus Hitzig.” He waited and listened.
Obie looked at the two men sitting quietly on the couch, their eyes trained on him. He shrugged.
For a moment Obie thought he had lost connection and he pressed the phone tighter to his ear.
“Hello?”
“It will cost you. I don’t give out his whereabouts to anyone.”
Something told Obie that this obnoxious stranger wasn’t to be trusted.
“That’s fine, we are willing to pay, as long as we can arrange a meeting with him. Tell me where and when we could meet up and we will have the money ready.”
Obie grabbed the pen between his teeth, plucked the cap from it and started writing.
The phone went dead and Obie stared at the phone.
“Well, goodbye to you too asshole!”
“Ok I arranged to meet this guy three days from now. He wants a $ 2000 before he will take us to this professor….”
“Holy fuck! He doesn’t play does he? Are you sure he isn’t playing us all for a damn fool? Are you very sure about your informant?” Jon pelted him.
“Hang on! I don’t know shit Jon, but hell this is the best shot we have wouldn’t you say? I’ll go and see him and make sure all is safe for you to meet up with the professor.”
“I can do it on my own.” Jon jutted his jawline upwards. He was done with all the babying!
“Shut the hell up!” Richie thundered. “Obie, I think its best if I go. Jon this is not the time to play all high and mighty. I’ll go meet up with this Russian dude and make sure its safe for you to come over. We don’t want some crazy vampire slayer wacko hunting your ass down.”
It went quiet as the men mulled over Richie’s true words.
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