Chapter 31

Soon after the discussion the professor led them down towards the bright shining lab. Jon never got to see the hell hole Richie told him about, the professor had cleverly led them to another door opening directly into the lab with its endless bottles and equipment.

He was shown towards a clean white examination bed and asked to remove his shirt.

Richie hovered next to Jon, not sure if his stomach would handle all that was about to happen.

“I need to draw some blood from you and do a few basic checkups. It will be quite a few samples. Tell me Jon have you fed tonight? If not, I could arrange a donor for you.”

Something almost snapped inside Richie but Jon’s eyes held him fast.

“I’ve fed already.”

The needle pushed into his vein, filling the little vile up quickly as well as the others that followed.

“I’ve ascertained quite a bit of information from Richie on his last visit but I need to ask the questions again so I can keep it in my file.”

“Shoot.”

His soft gurgle gargled from his throat as he took hold of the pen and file.

“You Americans have the strangest way of expressing yourself! How long have you been a vampire?”

“A few months.”

“Exact time?”

Rolling his eyes, he raked his hair through his hands, turning his gaze for help, he grimaced.

“Nine months? Shit I dunno!”

Richie’s silent words filtered through the room.

“Almost 13 months now bro’.” It had begun, his friend had lost track of time. What was time to a vampire anyway?

“Ok a year. Hell you sure?”

Richie nodded and the professor scribbled on the paper.

“Chimala turned you, correct?”

Surprise tucked at his eyebrows.

“Yeah.”

Shit have you told him my whole damn pedigree brother?

You wanted me to get help remember? What did you expect, asshole?

The smiles didn’t go unnoticed.

“Do you two do this often?” he gestured between them.

“Uuuuh..whatcha talking about?”

“Telepathic conversations.”

“All the time.” The two voices said simultaneously.

“I see.” Excited, red patches painted the old man’s cheeks.

“You are quite advanced for a childe, Jon. I’m surprised. Maybe you are part of vampire evolution!”

Jon frowned.

“Naaw, I think that’s a bit dramatic, aint it?” Chimala’s words flitted across his mind. She was quite surprised herself. Maybe he was something special…gmmff…yeah fucking right. What is so special on a vampire?”

“We’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?” The professor smiled, his demented eyes wide and shining.

“So we have established that you are part Sanguine and part Sexual vampire. Dangerous mix Jon.”

Jon was now visibly squirming in his seat. His eyes blazed and a tiny glimpse of fangs flashed.

“You are accusing me of shit I don’t know anything about. You have me nicely categorized don’t you?” By the flash of cobalt pools, he apparently didn’t appreciate it.

He shook his head.

“You see Jon. You feed on blood. That’s the most basic vampire you get, the next step in the vampire ladder is the Sanguine. Haven’t you ever wondered why you felt so alive during your concerts? You draw the crowd’s energy. That is what you are, a Psi vampire or Sanguine as they call it too. Now with you, it doesn’t even stop there, you go up another notch on the ladder. You crave sex when you feed. You might not know it but your body needs the sexual energy released from your donor. If you don’t have sex regularly, you will come to realize that your feedings leave you yearning for more. You need all three these components to thrive. Luckily you are in the right business for blood, energy and sexual feedings and the fact that you tour a lot keeps you safe from been discovered.”

Jon was shocked to silence. Was this why he never felt satisfied? Never had enough? Fucking hell! He couldn’t be just a plain, bloodsucking beast. Now he had to have energy and sex too? Well..the sex wasn’t a bad idea…but all three at a regular basis? No wonder he’s been feeling like crap these last few weeks!

“Jon?”

His head whipped up.

“Yeah…I’m listening, just trying to take all this shit in.”

Richie smiled as a thought made its way in his mind.

“Maybe you don’t need this potion after all my brother? That might be the reason why you are outta control, you don’t have balance. Now that you know, it might be better!”

Two pairs of eyes rested on the professor but were disappointed at what they saw there.

“I’m afraid not. You need my potion more than ever. After Richie had left, I had done some research. You are a strong vampire Jon. You need more sustenance that any other. You have the life force of three vampires inside you and they all want their share in the spotlight. If you aren’t careful, you might destroy yourself or half the human race. I can develop a potion that could suppress the strength of the three pranas inside you, while still keeping your abilities sharp and your body strong. It could slow down your need for regular feeding, even control your moods as I can just imagine, they might be quite a feat to keep under control.”

Richie’s “damn right” organized himself the evil look from Jon. He held his hands up in defense.  

“Sorry bro’ but there you have it. You are getting the answers of all the shit that’s been going on with you.”

“I want to do a small test, if you agree of course?”

Jon nodded immediately.

“Do what you want.”

“I’m going to test your resistance to sunlight.”

Richie’s roar of protest and Jon’s sharp intake of breath had him back up a few steps.

“Easy now! I’m just going to use this tiny light. The worst case is, it might scald your skin. If it happens, I’ll switch it off immediately.”

Richie had flashes of the room Ksenia showed him and he could almost imagine the smell of burning flesh again, and he shivered.

Turning his head, he held out his hand.

“Do it.”

Richie was almost on Jon’s lap, ready to swipe at the light as soon as he sees so much of a spot on his hand.

“You have quite a devoted black swan, very lucky vampire.” The professor murmured.

Yeah, yeah long story. I’m your ally even thought I’m not a vamp. Nothing dramatic.

Well fuck me sideways…you’re my personal little pet.

Oh fuck off and die vamp ass.

Jon and Richie’s snickers died down as the light clicked on, watching breathlessly as it moved closer to Jon’s exposed skin.