Chapter 73

Since that night Richie had seen the predator returning in his friend’s eyes. The restlessness was back and it scared the shit out of Richie. Everything was going so well these last couple of years, the potion did its work. The violence was barely visible anymore, though Richie wasn’t fooled. Jon wasn’t feeding that much these days either, and when he did, it was quick and clean but he always knew the viciousness was lingering under the surface, maybe it was giving him and the band a false sense of security but hell it was working...until now.

After the pub outing, Jon had pulled back into himself, becoming suddenly secretive and absentminded. Where the band usually spends some evenings together, Jon would all of a sudden make an excuse and would left abruptly never to be seen again until he was needed the next day.

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A cool breeze lifted his blond bangs, the only part moving on the statuesque standing in the shadows. Glittering orbs shone in the dark night, trained on the small apartment across the street. She was at home again tonight, like all the other nights except the night he saw her for the first time. She was a loner it seemed, the same girl came over once or twice but other than that, no men. He liked that, he marvelled in it, why, he wasn’t so sure.

His body stiffened as her voice pealed through the window. Moments later a big old ginger cat jumped onto the window, its tail high in welcome of its mistress. It seemed everything in her life worked like clockwork, even the ginger pussy came home on time.

He felt himself drawn towards the window, wishing he could be the one receiving such a warm welcome, he moved closer. Her hand slid over the ginger coat, whispering softly as she watched her pet drank its milk. Jon shivered as he imagined the same hand stroking his skin...his growl slipped involuntary from his lips. The ginger face turned his way, its pupils dilating as it focused on him. Lips pulled back and a vicious hiss told him to back off.

“What’s it big boy?” She enquired lightly, turning her head as she realised the cat’s focus point.

Jon slipped back into the shadows. Damn cat!

The window clicked as she turned the catch. The rush of curtains shut him out and he balled his fists. Abandoned, unwanted...FUCK!

He waited until the last light died down and made his way towards the hotel room, his body bemoaning its state of starvation.

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“Now what ya gonna do bro’?” It was clear Jon wasn’t going to let this go very soon. He had fed and fucked her and still it wasn’t enough. What now?

“Not fucked...made love. There is a fucking difference. You should take the time to figure out the difference.” He snapped irritatingly at Richie.

“Stay outta my head, then you don’t have to correct me all the fucking time.” He drawled. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t stay out of Richie’s head. It took a hell of alot of concentration to do that and he had to admit he lacked in that department these days.

Dragging his finger through the blondness he sighed.

“I don’t fucking know, I was hoping you would tell me.” Hopelessness reigned in the blue depths.

“Maybe another feed should cure you? Or maybe not, she might not make it this time....hhmmm. Why not try another chick?”

“Try that, didn’t work. I couldn’t swallow the shit.”

“Maybe it was just that particular girl?”

A cynical laugh cracked from his lips.

“I was never fussy before, wh y now?”

A light flicked in Richie’s eyes.

“Was she maybe a virgin?”

“Fuck no! Richie! What the hell!?” Jon threw him a disgusted look but the smile broke through.

“I’m just trying to help ok! Fuck.... How would you know anyway. ” he rolled his eyes.

A thought struck his mind... Unsoiled...untouched by man...

He could smell it on her, her womb was sterile, untouched by a man for quite a while.

“Maybe you’re right....IN SOME WAY.” He rushed the words to keep Richie’s whoop at bay. “ She isn’t a virgin but she hasn’t been with a man for quite a while. Maybe that’s the attraction.

Richie’s eyes grew twice its size. “Ok, I DON’T wanna know how you figured that out!” He could just imagine Jon sniffing like a dog....oh no he wasn’t going there!

“I smell it you asshole and definitely not like a damn dog! ” Jon looked at him from lowered eyelids, he was tapping into her energy again. She was upset about something and it stung his mind, he couldn’t ignore it, she was inside him, all around him, she WAS him.

“Jon?” Richie nudged the spaced out man next to him. He was acting really fucking weird.

“She was upset about something.”

“You’re not making sense my man!”

Shaking his head, he felt her emotions ripple down his spine into nothingness.

“Just now, she was upset and it punched me upside the head. I can’t control it, it just happens. Any major emotion she feels and I’m smacked against the forehead with a stops sign until I pay attention. It’s fucking me up! I cant concentrate, I cant eat! She rules me, she even screwed with my tastebuds... a witch, maybe that’s what she is a voodoo witch or somethin’.”