Chapter 70

Shaking the drops from his blond bangs he lifted his face for another session of warm liquid needles on his skin. Scrunching his eyes even more, he opened his mouth to receive a jet of water into his mouth. It was almost painful, the water spearing his eyelids, but he needed something...Anything to relieve the dangerous buzz he felt zinging through his veins. Something was different, completely and utterly different. One night with her had changed everything, but how was that possible? What made her so fucking special? Groping at the soap he viciously rubbed it all over his skin, maybe if he washed again he could was her scent off his skin then he would be able to think straight again. She seemed merged into his skin, no matter how hard he scrubbed, those jade eyes plucked at his soul, her throaty moans shook his insides, branding the sound forever into his mind.


Maybe another feed will help?

“SHIT!” even after a few days he didn’t even feel the need to feed! What has she done to him? He was experiencing the high of his life, he felt alive...so alive! She was pulsing inside him, her sweet honeyed blood heating the dark recesses of his being.

Soapy hands slid over taught abs, reaching a fully erect shaft.

Great! That’s all I need!

Gripping the tap he swung it open. He gasped as icy water shot over him.

I need to seriously find myself another meal and fast.

His mind taunted him, telling him that he knew full well that it wouldn’t change a damn thing. Brushing it off he felt even more determined to find another willing meal on stilettos…hell bare foot…cross eyed...blind…anything! Just as long as she didn’t possess cat green eyes and mahogany curls….



The shrill ringing of his phone jerked him back to reality. Grabbing a towel, he reached the phone just as it was about to switch off.

“Hey, honey. How ya doin?” His calm voice belied the turmoil brewing in his core.

“I’m good and you? Are you ok?”

He closed his eyes for a split second, cursing himself for putting her through this.

“Jon?” her voice wavered.

“Oh…I’m ok...just a lot on my mind that’s all. You know how it is when we tour. How’s the kids?” his voice fluttered, but she wasn’t fooled.

“Jon….have you fed?” she ignored his nonchalant conversation.

His sigh hissed through the room, dragging his hands hopelessly through his hair. He turned towards the mirror . FUCK!!

“Dot…I thought we decided not to discuss it. I don’t want to upset you, honey.”

He could hear her tears streaming down her face. It was killing him! Was it possible to kill a vampire? Sometimes he begged for that privilege, the privilege to be rid of this curse but his salvation wouldn’t come, instead he was burdened with more hunger...stronger killing skills as the days flew by. No one but the unquenchable demon inside him knew it was starting to come back...The potion was losing its potency fast.

“I’m ok, really. Just tell me if you are ok. I need to know that.”

She has always been his soul mate, his friend, his confidant. With her he could be Jon, the wounded, fallen man.

“I’m ok Dot. I’m ok.” He knew his answer comforted her and wounded her at the same time. She knew what it meant, his feeding regimes. Another victim, sometimes another unknown lover he used for one night to quench his thirst and his hunger for sex. Thank God he hadn’t killed someone for a quite while now; he thought he had the beast in his soul under control, until a few days ago….



She took a few deep breaths. She wanted more details, but she was too stubborn to ask and he’ll be damned if he offered any.

“The kids….”

“…are all just fine. They are asking about you. When are you going to come home to see them...to see me?”

She hadn’t asked that in years. Was there something she needed to tell him? Dot wasn’t the clingy type; she left him to do whatever had to be done, not today though.

“I can be there anytime you want Dot. I have a show tonight but I can be outta here tomorrow.”

“Come see us, please?” her soft voice awoken a wave of guilt and a choking feeling of panic.

“There is something you want to tell me, isn’t there honey?”

“Just come home, we’ll talk then, ok?... and Jon be safe and be careful. Look after yourself.”

“Will do sweetness. See you tomorrow then ok?”

He ended the call. She failed to say the “I love you” at the end. She managed to start saying those three precious words after a while but the sudden lack of it raised his anxiety again. Instinct told him his life was about to take another direction yet again. He just wasn’t sure if he was going to like it or not.

A tingle suddenly vibrated down his spine. His eyes batted close and then he saw her, wide emerald eyes and a luscious mouth pulled up in a friendly smile, her laughter jingled in the air like a tiny bell on Christmas Eve. What was her hold over him? Why did his senses react to every dramatic emotion she felt? He retracted like a scowled dog from her mind.

He ripped the towel off, flinging it across the room he stalked towards his bedroom emitting a vicious beastlike growl.

Jon’s ears pricked. He felt him before he even turned the knob on the door.

Forcing his rage down, he felt the fangs withdrawing, going back to normal. Richie never liked his fanged state and he always made sure he kept them from sight.

Tall, dark maleness stared at the naked man before him. Knowing his brother for so long he felt the rage before he could read it in his glittering cobalt eyes.

“Hot damn bro’! People wear clothes in this world you know!” He taunted, holding his hand up to cover his eyes.

“Oh fuck off, won’t ya? You have never looked this good anyway.” Jon chuckled at his shocked expression, sauntering towards the bedroom cupboard he felt his emotions eased back to normality.

“Well thank the gods for that! I have my hands full because of this…” he gestured towards his crotch. “Imagine me having that baby face, the six pack and the ass too..hell brother! I won’t survive it, ya know what I mean?”

“Keep telling yourself that asshole, you might just believe it someday.” He snorted as he received a middle finger from across the room.

Leaning his big frame against the door he studied his blonde brother . Something had change, what he wasn’t sure. The self assured predator had lost that human touch. He could see the beast linger beneath the surface, those baby blue eyes had lost their gentleness. He knew he had to work hard at it to keep the vampiric demon at bay but it just seemed like he didn’t care these days or he had fallen deeper into the abyss. His eyes had that glitter just before he fed. Was the potion losing its touch? Was Ksenia right?

A shiver rippled down his spine as he pictured the first time he found him in the darkness behind the stage, some groupie clinging to him, the growls scraping from his throat as his fangs ripped the flesh hungrily…It was the earlier days when…

Jon’s sudden movement halted his thoughts. Turning around, fangs displayed, eyes wild and the same snarl ripping from his throat he saw buttons flying all over the place, a scrap of material that once served as a shirt fluttered to the ground to pool at his bare feet.

Richie jerked up, his body immediately on full alert.

“WHAT THE FUCK??!!! JON!??”