Chapter 3
Richie stood frozen to the spot, his dark irises blinking wildly.
Before him stood his best bud….his brother….his WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE???!!!!!!!!
Huge icy sapphires mirrored the shock of his own, blood trickled from his lips and….teeth as long as a cyber tooth tiger displayed in full view!
The familiar face of his brother stared back at him, yet there was something amiss..that human factor, could he call it that?
Sandy hair in disarray, wild eyes, chilly facial expression and well fucking blood on his lips was the dead give away!
Somewhere deep inside Jon something clicked and he staggered backwards, hands held protectively in the air, his eyes darting from the woman to his friend.
Jon’s voice was strangely his own.
“Rich…..I…”
Life shot into the tall, dark male and he tore towards Jon.
Huge, gentle hands cradled the soft tresses of the girl on the table. She was quiet….so damn quiet!
Leaning forward he waited to feel a breath feathering his cheek…nothing…grabbing a tiny wrist he concentrated on a pulse.
A look of horror crossed his face before he rested the back of his hands on the naked chest.
“You fucking killed her! You! You! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! What happened to my brother Jon? “
For a moment Richie had thought someone was pulling an early Halloween stunt on him, after he played touchy, feely with the dead girl he realized….
Jon’s face was rid of all traces of blood, the fangs were gone and he was looking presentable and …well…like Jon.
The eyes had lost their luster and his face had gentled but there was just that hint of something sinister lurking inside.
“It’s me Richie..who else would it be?”
Richie closed the gap and gripped the man at the chest, his shirt bunching in the strong hands.
“Don’t fucking patronize me you bastard! I saw you….drinking blood…BLOOD Jon…from that girl’s throat! I saw your fucking..thingies...your….”
Richie gasped.
“Teeth…fangs…you choose.” Jon scoffed, his feet almost dangling off the floor.
“Yeah…fangs…fuck that ain’t right! People aren’t supposed to have fangs man! Did someone spike my drink? God Almighty! “
“People don’t have fangs but vampires do…”
Jon waited and had a hard time keeping up with his buddy’s muddled thoughts.
Dark hair whispered over shoulders as he shook his head in disbelief, his hands losing their strength, he heard the soft affirmation as Jon’s feet hit the floor.
“There’s no such thing man…no such thing! When..How…” a whisper floated towards the blue eyed vampire.
Jon turned, shrugging his shoulders in dismissal.
“I’ll talk to you later, I have to get rid of this..” his hand wave nonchalantly over the now pale form.
“The fuck you will!” Richie reached him in mere seconds but the moment he grabbed the shoulder to fling it to one side he knew he had overstepped the boundary.
An unholy snarl tore from Jon’s throat, his gleaming eyes boring into Richie’s. Grabbing him by the throat he suddenly knocked the breath out of Richie as he hit the back of lord know what.
Each word was punctuated and uttered with a slight lisp.
“You won’t tell me what and what I can do. You understand me? I told you I will explain all this shit later, I cannot afford to be caught with a drained body, so back the fuck off or I’ll make you my next meal. K?”
Richie had no words, he almost went cross eyed staring at the unbelievable transformation of his friend’s face only mere inches from his own.
Jon eased away, his eyes focused on Richie’s panic stricken face.
Stroking his throat and clearing it a few times, he dipped his head towards the problem on the table.
“You need help with that?” He could look at the poor girl anymore.
Astounded eyes turned towards him.
“You wanna help me get rid of her?”
“You are my friend Jon, I don’t know what the fuck happened with you and God knows I don’t approve…I’ll NEVER approve …but you need my help right now and I’m keeping to my promise as a brother and yeah…a friend.”
A flit of emotion crossed Jon’s handsome face and Richie turned away, his heart heavy.
“I’ll bring the car around.”
Stopping without turning around he listened as Jon offered.
“You just get to the car, bring it round back and I’ll get you there. I’ll probably beat you to it anyway.”
Was there a damn snicker in his voice? The damn bastard!
True to his word, he found them waiting for him at the stairs. A shiver rippled down his spine as he again realized what had happened.
He had the strength of an animal; carrying the girl effortlessly he tossed her in the boot, wrapping her quickly before he shut it.
“Where to?” Richie’s voice was gruff.
“Brent river..best option I think.” Jon’s voice was calm, calm enough to send a shiver down Richie’s spine.
They drove in silence until they reached the dark waters of the river Brent.
Richie reached for the door but Jon’s voice stilled his hand.
“I don’t expect you to do the dirty work for me, you driving with me was bad enough. I won’t put you trough anymore. I won’t be long.”
He was gone. Richie settled his forehead on the steering wheel, trying to make sense of all the shit. Sighing heavily when he realized no answers will be given until Jon volunteered an explanation he turned on the radio, his fingers drumming on the dashboard, while his lips mimicked the sound floating towards his ears.
The door opened.
“Geesh, that was quick!”
“Yeah just drive. Buy me a beer and I’ll answer all those questions jumbled in your mind.”
“..and how do you know….NO!! You fucking kidding right?!” Richie was gaping like a fish out of water.
“DRIVE asshole.”
A warm smile played over Jon’s lips.
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