Chapter 39

Jon snuggled closer to the warm body next to him. When last did he have a warm body to chase away the coldness of the night? The night…..

Jon shot out of bed.

Oh fuck! The curtains were drawn but there was no mistake as to what was shimmering behind them. Daylight! He had slept through the night? What the hell?!

Yanking his pants on and dragging his shirt over his shoulders, he went into a full blown panic. How was he going to get home?

Zipping the leather jacket up, he neared the curtains. Better to find out like this than running outside and start burning like a damn marshmallow barbequed over a fire!

He tentatively reached for the shining rays, his eyes were struggling to focus in the blinding light.

Sucking in his tummy he waited….and waited…nothing. No combustion, no smell of flesh catching fire, maybe a little itch but that he could handle.

Flouncing towards the door he knew it was now or never. Better get out of there before she either wakes up or his guts failed him and he cowers like a pussy in a corner. Jamming his hands into his pockets, snuggling his face deeper into the recesses of the jacket, he walked out.

“God Almighty!” his eyes felt like they were roasting in his eye sockets! “Taxiiii!” A car stopped beside him, peeking through his eyes, he ripped the door open and flew into it.

“Everything ok sir?”

“Yeah…fine.” He rumbled the name of the hotel where he was staying and sagged his head down, trying to keep as much light out as possible. Dammit it felt like his eyes were scorched!

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The door crashed open. Richie almost snapped his back at the sudden intrusion.

“Holy fucking hell Jon! JON?! What’s the matter?”

Jon was ignoring him, sagging onto the couch, his face held in his hands.

“For fucks sake answer me! Where do you come from?”

“I fell asleep at a girl’s house.”

“Well that was mighty stupid of ya.”

“Gmmmfff..ya think? Now can you please stop the third degree and maybe get me some ice?”

“What did you do? Did you perve on her and she shot you with a dose of pepperspray? ... OOOoooh hell, is the girl even alive?” he rambled like his mother!

If he wasn’t in so much pain, he would have reached out and slap the shit out of Richie.

“Get me the fucking ice and I’ll answer every damn question you have, ok?”

An icepack was shoved in his free hand.

“Thanx asshole.” His smile was relaxed.

Richie didn’t say anything but by the way he blew through his nose Jon knew he was ready to explode.

“Ok so yeah… I killed the girl…..” Richie stopped breathing, “ a few times during the night…but hey can I help it if I’m a sex god?”

Relief loosened the laughter from Richie’s throat and he sagged onto the couch next to Jon.

“You hound dog! So the girl it alright, I take it you have fed from her?”

“Yeah, cant have the one without the other brother. You know that. Well technically speaking I can but I won’t, not much fun in that.”

“And the eyes? Some kinky shit that backfired?”

Jon roared, his laughter burst through the room.

“Wouldn’t you like to know! You have kinky shit on your brain 24/7! I had to come home remember? Sunlight?”

“You mean the sun burned your eyes? How bad is it?” concern settled into his voice.

“Shit I dunno. I shielded my eyes but they were exposed for a few moments and yeah its burns like a son of a bitch!”

“Let me have a look.” Ksenia’s light voice came from Jon’s side. He had almost forgotten that she was here. No wonder Richie didn’t call him through the night, the man was too busy!

“Honey I don’t know if I can let go of this icepack just yet, it seems to be helping a bit.”

“It’s ok, let me just have a quick look. You can put the ice back immediately.” Her soft voice and persuasive hands had Jon drop the icepack.

Waiting patiently, they stared at Jon, realizing how he was struggling to open his eyes.

It felt like grit scarping his eyeballs and he crunched down on his teeth.

“Damn! It hurts like hell!”

“Richie could you bring me some milk please?” she ordered calmly.

“You a milk drinker hun?” he humore didn’t help for the pain but he tried.

She giggled softly.

“As a matter of fact I am yes, but this time round I’m going to have to use it to rinse your eyes.”

“Such a huge sacrifice! I promise you I’ll get you some more milk later ok?” the charm was oozing from him 70 miles a second.

He was a charming devil...handsome too.

“Why thank you sweetheart. I haven’t heard the charming compliment since…well since I grew these.” He twanged his teeth.

She couldn’t contain her laughter, it bubbled from her like a fresh spring bubbling from the earthen floor.

“Did someone tell you it’s not polite to invade people’s thoughts?” The rap over the fingers was anything but.

“Yeah Sambora, but who listens to him anyway?” his snickered.

“You being a wise ass Jonny boy?” Richie was somewhere above him.

“Ok try to open your eyes now….slowly…yeah...that’s it.” She coaxed softly.

Jon’s eyes strained against the light, even the dimness in the room was pure agony and he groaned in pain.

“Stop being a baby asshole.”

He received the middle finger.

Bloodshot eyes stared them in the face. The blue of his irises seem luminous against the angry red.

“You are lucky. You only have an allergic reaction in your eyes. I don’t see any physical damage but you have to be careful around the sun from now on. A few more of these and you could compromise your eyesight. Now lay back for me so I can rinse your eyes….” Gone was the girl with the sweet disposition, in its place was a professional.

Jon obeyed and laid his head back.

“Its going to burn, there is no doubt about it, but I need you to let the milk do its healing and for it to do that you need to grin and bear it for as long as possible, ok?”

“K.”

She turned towards Richie.

“Would you please try and find him a good quality pair of sunglasses?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Better make sure they look good Sambora otherwise I’m gonna shove it up your ass.”

“Is that a promise? I might like it you know.” He wiggled his eyebrows at them.

“Sick fuck! Go get my glasses.” Jon was shaking his head. “Ksenia, darling did you know you have a pervert on your hands? Poor girl.”

“Oh you two are impossible!” She pushed his head back, leaning over to get a better angle.

The scene was too intimate for Richie’s taste and he bounced towards the door. A sudden trickle of fear had him turn around. Jon wouldn’t attack Ksenia now, would he?

“UUmm Richie…I can actually hear what you are thinking. And no…I’ll never do that.”, disappointment trembled in the quietness of his voice.

A heated blush crept over his face. Damn this mindreading bullshit!

“Is there a potion to keep vampires outta your head?” he asked to no one in particular and stomped out to find Jon a pair of shades.