The Guilty Innocent (25 page)

I thought about it and had to admit it did make sense. I rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom. I closed the door, but before I did my business, I peeked my head out of the door and looked at John sitting on the edge of the bed, his forehead resting on one hand and his other hand was caressing his stomach. I almost hated to bother him, but it was necessary.

“John?” I asked softly.

He looked up. “Yeah?”

“Can you step outside please?” I asked.

He snickered, a devious expression crept across his face. “Okay, I suppose you don't want me to hear anything. I'll go,” he laughed once more as he left the room.

I could feel my cheeks blush...
the little bastard,
I smirked, then grinned as he closed the door behind him. After I finished my business and brushed my teeth, I walked out of the bedroom and was stopped in my tracks by Sergio arguing with Elise...again. Well, they weren't really arguing per se, but there was a disagreement.

“Look, I brought them this blood shit so that we won't have lo feed them!” Sergio said as he held up a bottle of Synblood.

“Oh, for crying out loud Sergio, no respectable blood-drinker drinks that stuff!” Elise stated. She must have taken a shower, because her hair was still damp and plastered down the front of her pale pink bathrobe with the pink feather cuffs and trim.

“Really, it's not a problem, I'll drink it,” Xavier said. “I don't like it, but it will do in a pinch,” he said calmly trying to de-escalate the situation.

“That's not the point! Look,” Elise snapped, then she looked at Sergio. “Look, Sergio we need them to be in their best condition for what has to happen, they are going to need a powerful sustenance. I will no longer discuss this!” she said as she walked over to Xavier. Sergio placed the bottle of synthetic blood on the table and stepped in front of her in a move so fast there was no way I could have caught it. It was as if he had teleported in her path. She stopped and looked at him, her hands going to her waist.

“What's it going to be Sergio?” she asked.

“You are my Queen, I can not let you do such a thing, I will do it,” Sergio said. I think everyone in the room must have taken in a deep breath of amazement, I know I did!

“You don't have to.” Elise said, her green eyes softening as she looked into Sergio's grey eyes.

“I know, but it is my duty and I want to.” He said, then he turned around to face Xavier.

I looked at Xavier and from his appearance, he looked to be uncomfortable, his expression told me that he felt awkward about feeding from Sergio.

“Okay Xavier, let's not make this shit any more gayer than it already is. Just get on with it!” he said as he stood in front of Xavier. “And you better not make me cum!” he warned. That comment seemed to brighten Xavier's mood. I watched his lips tightened as he fought the urge to laugh.

“I'll try my best to adhere to your most elaborately expressed wishes,” Xavier chuckled. Then he began to kneel down in front of Sergio and Sergio tensed.

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing!?” he asked nervously.

Elise covered her mouth to hide her smile and John turned away as he laughed silently. I too had began to giggle, I had no idea just how uncomfortable this was making Sergio, but his reactions were still comical. Xavier erected himself and looked at Sergio.

“I was going to drain you from the artery in your wrist.” Xavier informed him, faking innocence.

Sergio shook his head and raised his wrist towards Xavier. “You
don't
need to go down there to reach my wrist.”

“Oh Sergio, you're carrying on badly!” Elise stated with a chuckled.

Sergio looked at her and smirked. Xavier smiled,
then he bit
into Sergio's wrist without warning, it was like watching a snake at tack. The speed in which it was done was highly comparable. Sergio inhaled sharply and bit his bottom lip. After a few seconds.
I
could see that Sergio was beginning to feel the effects of the bite, his eyes closed slowly and he began to pant softly. His eyebrows creased as his breathing became more rapid, his mouth opened and a soft moan escaped his throat. I thought Xavier was going lo bring him to the point of climax, but Xavier released him before the moment came. Sergio's eyes shot opened and he appeared to focus his vision on Xavier. He removed his hand from Xavier's hold and walked to the sofa, collapsing onto the cushions. Elise went over to him, she looked at the bite marks in his wrist and watched them as they healed.

Xavier appeared to be floating, his flesh seemed to become more colorful, more human. I could see the blood under his skin. I walked over to him and hugged him, relishing his warmth. John groaned in the corner then stood up and began to pace the room. This must be torture for him, I felt sorry for John. I wished there was something I could do to help him. Xavier watched John walk back and forth, but said nothing. I figured this was the perfect time to tell everyone what I saw in my visions.

“I had a vision about Devin,” everyone looked at me when I mentioned Devin's name. “He's being held somewhere, along with other captives of the supernatural race. There are other shape-shifters there, but I don't know why. They have Devin strapped to a table of some sort with silver bindings and this guy, this shape-shifter, he's kind of molesting him...I think.” As soon as I said that
I
wished I hadn't, because Sergio jumped up from the sofa and stormed towards me. Xavier stepped in front of me and he stopped in his tracks and glared at Xavier.

“I'm not going to fucking hurt her, I just want clearer details!” he said through clenched teeth. I stepped in front of Xavier and looked at Sergio, I could see the pain and anger in his eyes.

“This shape-shifter only fingered Devin's crotch, that is all I saw in the vision. I know what he looks like, he's
Caucasian
,
about
six
-feet-nine-inches
in
height, long black hair, he's Russian also.” I watched Sergio's expression as his mind search for the man matching those descriptions. I assumed that Sergio might have an idea who the shape-shifter was, possibly that this was the shape-shifter who kidnapped Devin.

Sergio turned and walked away from me, he stormed outside, slamming the door behind him. Elise looked visibly upset by this new information and she followed behind Sergio. I turned to face Xavier, I hated being the bearer of bad news. I really liked Devin, I found him to be kind and sweet, he reminded me a lot of Annette and I did not want anything bad to happen to him. Xavier took my chin in his hand and lifted my face to his.

“Don't be sad, Tasha. This is unfortunate, I know. But it is not the end. The guilty parties will not get away with any of this, I promise you,” he whispered.

I put my arms around his strong shoulders and he held on to me. Sergio and Elise walked back into the cabin, Sergio was still fuming, but I could tell that Elise managed to calm him down, somewhat.

“Your company is here.” Elise announced as she sat on the sofa. Sergio plopped down next to her, his arms crossed over his chest.

John groaned when Xavier walked towards the door to greet the mobsters. Xavier stepped out of the cabin for a few minutes, then he came back in, opening the door wider for two men to carry a large crate into the cabin. They put the crate on the floor, and left only to return a few seconds later with another large crate. They placed the second crate on the floor next to the first with a heavy thud. Xavier stood beside the door looking outside, I wondered what he was looking at? Then I saw a man, about six feet tall, with thick, wavy, short-cropped jet-black hair and brown eyes walk into the cabin. He was dressed head to toe in black, Xavier closed the door behind him. The mobster removed his long trench coat revealing an expensive looking black business suit and handed it to one of the men that accompanied him.

He looked around the cabin, his gaze fell on the rest of us. He glanced at me, then his gaze trailed over Elise, approvingly. He smiled at Elise and winked. Sergio uncrossed his arms and scooted closer to the edge of the sofa. Elise put her hand on his shoulder and he settled back into the cushions. The mobster snorted then turned around to face Xavier.

“Well,” he held his arms out from his sides. “I've upheld my end of the bargain.” The mobster stated arrogantly then he let his arms drop back to his sides.

He removed his black leather gloves and gestured for his two men to open the crates. Both men walked over to the crates and opened one each, revealing a small arsenal. I had never seen so many guns in my life, especially not the kind of guns that were used in combat. Xavier walked over to the guns and picked one up. It looked like one of those M-16's I've seen in a lot of action films. Xavier checked over the gun like a pro, even ejecting the clip.

“What about the ammo we discussed?” Xavier asked as he checked out another set of guns.

“Like I said, I kept my end of the bargain. It's in that crate,” the mobster said as he pointed to the crate on the left. Xavier fished through the guns and found a box inside the crate. He opened it up and revealed ammunition that I recognized as silver nitrate bullets and regular silver bullets. Sergio rose from the sofa and walked over towards the crates. He too picked up a few guns and began to check them over with expert precision. When both he and Xavier were satisfied, Xavier closed the crates up. Sergio picked up both crates with amazing ease and carried them into the bedroom I was in earlier.

The mobster appeared to become agitated. “Look, your product arrived just as I promised, now lets get on with this fuckin' transaction, I don't got all fuckin' night!” he said harshly and I might add, crudely, his thick Italian accent sharping his words.

“No problem,” Xavier was very calm as he spoke. He then turned to John who was leaning against the far wall. “John, you know what lo do.” Xavier stepped to the side as John approached the mobster. I stood watching all of this take place, transfixed by every word, every movement. John walked over to the mobster and smiled at him.

“Take off your tie and undo your top button,” John said.

The mobster threw him an exasperated look, then began to undo his tie, fingers working at the little neat knot, then unbuttoning his top two buttons on his crisp black shirt. “Is this fitting enough?” he asked sarcastically.

John threw Xavier an irritated look, then turn to face the mobster. He did not answer, he only grabbed the mobster by his shoulders, his two men inched forward, but the mobster held his hand out to stop them. They stood in their places, hands on their weapons. I glanced at the butts of their guns in their holsters, and was willing to bet they had specially designed bullets in those clips.

John buried his face into the mobster neck and the mobster gasped, his eyes widening, his hands gripping John's forearms. I could see John's jaw muscles working as he sucked the blood. The mobster began to moan in ecstasy as his blood was drained. His body trembled in John's grip and a small whimper came from his throat. The room remained silent as this went on. The mobster's eyes glazed over, then rolled up into his head, eyelids closing slowly. Soon, the mobster's body gave one last violent shudder and John pulled away, but continued to hold the mobster's now unconscious form.

“What the fuck did you do to him!?” one of his guys belted out as he attempted to aimed his weapon at John.

Xavier moved with lightening quick speed and snatched the weapon from the henchman. The other man's hand went for his gun, but Xavier gave him a look that told him that would not be a wise idea. The man's hand went back to his side and he looked at his partner for some kind of confirmation, the other man only shook his head slightly.

“We also honor our word. This has to be done, this is only the first half of the transformation,” Xavier informed the men.

They seem to relax a little and returned their attention on John and their boss. John looked to Xavier and he nodded, encouraging John to continue. I felt like I was in some sort of vampire-mobster movie, it was exciting, but I was also terrified. Maybe that was why it was so exciting!?

John had let the mobster slip from his hands to the floor, then he kneeled beside the man's prone body and pierced the flesh of his own wrist with his fangs. When he pulled his wrist away, his lips were bloody and his wrist was bleeding freely from the wide gash he had made. He pressed his wrist to the mobsters open mouth and waited. After a few seconds, the mobsters hands locked onto John's wrist causing John to gasp, but he made no effort to snatch his wrist free. John's wrist was locked against the mobster's mouth. John's eyes closed tightly as he bit his bottom lip. He appeared to be in a lot of pain. I noted that his chest heaved and his face was extremely contorted. I could tell that John wanted to pull himself free, but he did not.