Jon huffed as he came to. What the hell? He scrambled to his feet and gasped in horror. Day was breaking fast and in the dim light of early morning did he witness his handy work of the night before.
Two corpses lay on the grass, dew covering their bluish tinted skin. Black inky blood spread accusingly over their bodies, throats …stomachs.…Lifeless eyes stared at the heavens, lips apart, void of any breath.
Pain coursed through his head and he groaned.
He had a hangover?! Could a vampire get a hangover from too much blood?!
Instinct knocked at his subconscious. Looking towards the pinkening sky he rushed towards the hotel, looking back only once, feeling somewhat embarrassed by his feelings of elation.
Stumbling towards the hotel feeling disorientated and his head splitting, he cringed as he slammed a bit too hard on Richie’s door a few minutes later.
His energy was completely drained, his body felt heavy and foreign to him, nothing he had experienced since he’d been turned into a vampire.
“Who the hell?...Ooh its you.” sagging his head backwards letting go of a humungous yawn, he didn’t see the blood spattered state of his friend at first.
“HOLY!!!!!!!!!!! Jon???!!! You are covered in blood…fuck come in before the cops bust your ass!”
Jon sagged into the nearest couch, lying spread eagled, his eyes closed.
“oooh NO! You are NOT going to fall asleep without explaining why the fuck you look like you do. I’ve waited up with Dot the whole damn night waiting for you, where were you?”
Without so much as a movement he answered quietly.
“Feeding.”
“Feeding or slaughtering. Shit Jon it might be dinner to you but its humans!”
Watching and waiting he realized Jon wasn’t going to offer anymore details. Pacing up and down he cast a worried look at the still figure on his couch.
“Jon you are losing control man…you almost bit your damn wife!”
“Well I didn’t did I?”
His snort was loud sneer.
“Yeah..thanks to me you damn asshole.”
“You? What the hell did you have to do with it?” his eyes were still closed.
“I heard you Jon…I heard you asking for help..fighting the lust man!”
Blue eyes flew open, penetrating the chocolaty ones.
“You heard me?” Jon sat up slowly, never leaving Richie’s face.
“Well hell how do you think I got there? Do I ever just barge into your place? I had a party on bro’ and a long legged blonde…why in God’s name would I want to go to your place?”
Jon perused his friend’s thoughts. Richie heard him?! What if he didn’t come at that exact moment? Jon refused to acknowledge Dot’s fate if he hadn’t.
“You didn’t come back cause you would have killed her huh? So what did you do, mauled someone to death?”
He nodded towards the caking blood on his clothes, his face.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Pushing himself up, he flicked a quick look his way.
“Gonna catch a shower ok? Do you have some boxers or something?”
“What about Dot? She is waiting for you Jon.”
Stopping at the bathroom entrance, leaning his head against the bathroom doorframe, Richie saw the real Jon..the defeated Jon.
“I cannot go to her Richie. I WILL kill her. Don’t tell her I’m here ok?”
~~~
One eye cracked open. Sitting up he noticed the stars shining brightly outside the window. He had slept through the whole day?
Pushing himself off the couch, he heard a commotion outside the door.
Richie slipped in.
“You awake?”
“Yeah.”
“You look like death warmed up bro’.”
“Gee thanx..I feel like shit too.” He rubbed at his chest, something wasn’t quite right, he was aching all over...
“The guys wanted me to come wake you. Wanna come hang out at Tic’s room? He ordered some pizza , beers…” Richie knew Jon wasn’t into that anymore but hell he was still part of the band, still their lead singer…”unless you need to go?” The question hung in the air.
“I don’t feel hungry tonight but I have to take a rain check though. Dot is going to have my balls for dinner, I left her last night and she doesn’t know where I am…” the last statement was an unspoken question.
Dragging his long fingers though his dark hair, he blew out lungs full of breath.
“Dot aint here no more Jon. She left on a plane late afternoon.”
“WHAT!? FUCK! Why didn’t you wake me?! “He was up in arms again, the only change was his hand stroking his chest.
“YOU told me NOT to tell Dot shit remember? Besides after your look early this morning I don’t think she should come anywhere near your bloody vamp ass.”
Richie’s words seemed to bring some sense into his mussed brain and he sat back down, a pained expression on his face.
“You’re right. Dammit you’re right. I cannot risk her or the kids’ lives. “
Two heads popped around the door.
“Is it safe to come in?”
Jon grinned at them, nodding them closer.
Obie was the last to enter, not very sure of himself he watched Jon warily.
“Jon.”
“Obie.”
“We have a few tour arrangements to discuss so we invited Obie to hang with us tonight.”
“SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!” Dave held his hand up, his eyes fixed on the tv screen.
“You catching up on current affairs assh…”
“I said shut the fuck up man!”
“…still unidentified. The cause of death is yet to be determined but there are signs that it could be linked to a wild animal attack.”
Two stretchers slid into the coroner’s van, stunned onlookers watched in silence as the van pulled away slowly.
The men watched in horror, too scared to look at Jon, they sat there frozen to the spot, too terrified to breath.
Silence was unbearable in the hotel room, the only sound was the men’s labored breathing and the ticking of a clock.
“Ok you all can stop ignoring me now. You all know I can read minds and you are all thinking the same shit.”
As if they were one, they turned shocked eyes on him.
“You want the answer?” He jumped up.
“YES! I did it! Happy now?!” A flash of fangs and blazing eyes had them cowered into the plush couches.
Shouting at the top of his lungs, he suddenly grabbed at his chest, collapsing onto his knees. The hoarse cry slipping from his lips was anything but human and they watched in dismay as Jon slowly sagged into an unconscious heap on the floor.
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