Chapter 28

David had gone deathly quiet. He was barely breathing and the sweat pearling on his face was cold sweat…the sweat of death.

Jon cursed himself as the slow, irregular thud of Davis’s heart assaulted his senses. His friend was dying and there was absolutely nothing he could do! Unless…he smothered the thought.

Tico watched as Jon suddenly yanked his head towards David. Something resembling a howl tore from his lips as his face focused on David’s.

“Tic we need to do the adrenalin thing. NOW!” his scream had Tico by his side with the god awful syringe in seconds flat.

“What’s going on Jon?” fear stole Tico’s strong voice and he rasped, clearing his throat a few times.

“He is dying Tic, his heart beat is irregular. I don’t know if this shit is gonna help but fuck we need to something!”

Jon settled his palm over the straining heart of his friend, David’s body temperature had dropped alarmingly, his blood was dying. Closing his eyes, he poised the huge needle inches above David’s chest.

“Do you know what you are doing man?” Tico was ready to collapse, he had seen and experienced enough for two lifetimes.

“No! I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing…YOU WANNA TRY BIGSHOT?!”

Tico shook his head vehemently.

“Naah…I’m sorry Jon…its just…”

“…all fucked up I know.” In one fell swoop he pulled back and stabbed the syringe cruelly into the chest, the dull thud of the contact almost sending Tico towards the floor.

As the liquid disappeared into David’s skin, he reared up, his eyelids peeled back, his mouth gaping as he took deep breaths. He flopped back almost immediately and Tico cried out in despair.

“He is ok Tic….for now. His heart is beating stronger but Chimala needs to get her fucking ass here!”

“Have someone mentioned my name?” her voice was the best thing Jon could have ever ask for. She glanced over at the syringe on the floor.

“Have you boys been having fun without me? Tsk..tsk..tsk.”

“Chimala now IS NOT the time to fuck with me. You’re a heartless bitch, you know that?”

“Dead bitch is more like it.” She winked playfully, leaving the men even more exasperated. There was no stopping this woman, she had an untamable cruel streak and she loved it.

Three bags of blood appeared from inside her cloak.

“I might be a heartless bitch but I can organize.” She shook the dark red fluid.

“¡Ah! ¡Gracias a Dios!” Tico send a thankful look heavenwards.

Chimala was about to open her mouth but Jon’s “don’t you dare” look had her shut it, turning towards the bed, she prepared to insert the drip.

“Jon would you help me find a vein on this boy?”

It took a few slaps and rubs until a tiny vein withered to the surface.

As the blood started dripping into his veins, Jon’s knees collapsed and his ass hit the bed. He had never felt so drained in his entire life. Thoughts of him telling Dave’s parents that their son was dead had him almost completely nuts and the idea that he might have to turn him was even worse than death itself.

He felt a nudge and turned to face a steamy cup of coffee and Tico’s smiling face. The poor man had color in his cheeks again. All was going to be ok!

“Thanx my man.”

“No thank you Jon….you’ve saved our brother. Chimala….”

She waved it off.

“Arrgghh..no need thanking me. Pity…he could have made quite a cute vampire…” She gave Dave a once over. “Will you boys be able to run the show from here on? I would love to stay but there are people to hunt and blood to drink…” she snickered at Jon’s violent expression. Showing them how to replace the rest of the blood, she was out the door.

“Crude, that one! But deep inside she does have a good heart.” Tico watched as she lifted from the patio into the night.

“No vampire has a good heart. Not one Tic. We are killers, there are no good in that.” Jon’s eyes were watching her too.

David’s heart was falling into rhythm, his breathing was slowing down. All was good with the world. Richie’s face suddenly loomed into view and he felt better. They will all be together soon.

“Richie is on his way back. I hope he got some good news. I need that right now.”

Tico was astounded by how in tune Jon was with the band members’ movements. If it wasn’t for that, they would have never found David…alive anyway.

“Tico, I need to feed. Will you be ok here with him for a while. I won’t be long.” Tonight a quick feeding would have to do. No sex, no games…no killing..hopefully.

Keeping his eyes on David he nodded, he never felt comfortable with the knowledge that Jon was a predator…predator of the human race.

Tico’s thoughts speared at him and he sighed, turning towards the patio.

“Be safe Jon.”

He didn’t look back.

~~~

Tico was snoring on a chair next to David’s bed. Jon was buzzing from his feed, his body was pulsing and it felt as if he could take on the world.

Crouching next to the bed Jon wiped David’s brow. The cold sweat was dissipating, he found him self in a restful, deep sleep.

The scent of blood filled his senses and he watched as the blood dripped patiently, bringing his friend back to life. Turning his gaze back towards David he watched as the veins in his neck pulsed strongly, as the blood entered his body it was enveloped by David’s essence, sweet, unique essence. Jon crouched lower, sniffing at his neck, marveling at the scent, imagining how good it tasted in his mouth.

“What the FUCK is going on here?!” the horror on Richie’s face yanked Jon back to reality and he jumped back.

Tico rubbed his eyes, blinking at the rude way he was woken up.

Richie stomped forward, reaching Jon, he grabbed him by the shirt.

“Have you lost it? Too fucking lazy to hunt so now you are preying on us?! You need to be shot and put out of your misery.” He gritted his teeth. These last few days were just too much and now this?!

Jon didn’t answer, he didn’t have the words or the strength to defend himself, the pain of knowing that Richie could ever think that he would ever harm them, ate away at his gut.

“Richie what you talking about man?” Tico was pulling at Richie’s sleeve. ”Jon saved David, if it wasn’t for him he would have been dead by now!”

Realization of what he had done pounded into his skull and his hand dropped from Jon’s shirt. The pain was evident in the blue eyes and he had never felt like the world’s biggest ass as he did at that moment.

“I’m sorry…I walked in and saw the blood and you were….you were….sniffing him out man.”

Tico eyed Jon.

“Yes I was but that doesn’t mean I would attack him. My senses are strong Richie, I rely on my senses to determine David’s state.” He would never tell them that he actually relived the pure joy as David’s blood spilled down his throat. Remembering how in tune Richie was with his thoughts, he shut that part of his thoughts down.

“Let me make some coffee. I think we all could use some and you two can talk ok?” Tico slapped Richie’s back.