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He nodded. "Mmm-hmm..." He grinned. Then he looked down at his feet, hiding his bashful eyes from me. "I'm sorry. That's gross. I really don't like doing 'this' in front of anybody. Least of all you. I was just...really hungry..." He said, and I lifted his chin to kiss him on the lips.
"You could never be anything less than beautiful, Taryn. You could never be less than perfect." I said, and his eyes squinted a bit from the emotion, a soft whimper escaping his lips.
"You certainly know how to make this kinda thing a bit less horrifying." He said, then looked at the blood on his shirt. "I should change..." He walked back to where I was standing earlier for the extra shirt he brought with him. Then he put it on top of one of the dumpsters and began to undress. It was a really inappropriate time to be horny...but I had almost forgotten how soft, sleek, and smooth Taryn's shirtless body really was. My God...everything about him was literally spellbinding.
But that 'invasion' of my senses was still growing strong. We didn't have much time.
I wanted Taryn to hurry up so we could go, but I didn't want to alarm him by telling him why. It was better that we just leave before this other entity finds a way to successfully track me down by using my signature against me. However...as he was getting changed, I noticed that he was being extremely quiet. And occasionally...he would glance over at one of the other two bodies laying on the concrete. He peeked up at me briefly, but averted his eyes quickly as he tried to hold his emotions in. He may not have said anything for the sake of keeping the 'peace' between us...but the tension was there. And I felt ashamed.
"I'm sorry..." I said, lowering my head a bit. I was trying not to be a total MONSTER...I just...I didn't want...what was I gonna DO? They were gonna HURT him. I think he's trying to understand my outbursts, but he's doing so at the sake of sacrificing a certain level of trust.
"It's ok. You don't have to be sorry..." He lied.
"But I DO have to be sorry. I just...I wasn't thinking..."
"It's alright. Really. K?" He said, his eyes still not focusing on me directly. He paused, and he saw the look on my face. I must have looked awfully pathetic to him at that moment, because it practically broke his heart. He came close to me, and lightly placed both of his hands on either side of my face. Then he leaned in and gave me the most comforting lovable kiss that I have felt in a long long time. He stared into my eyes, and he said, "I know you can't help it, Justy. I know you're trying. We're gonna get you through this. Just like we got you through everything else. Ok?" I nodded, but jerked back from him as I felt the lock on my presence trying harder to pinpoint my location. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing. You ready to go. I don't like it here." I said. "Besides, we need to get as far away from this mess as possible before somebody finds us here."
"Yeah, you're right. Let's get outta here." He said, and we turned our backs on the bloody scene behind us, and all the unforgivable sin that it contained in its horrific display. Still...something was on Taryn's mind. I could feel it.
"Are you still scared of me?" I asked quietly.
"Oh God, Justin...no. It's...it's not like that, exactly..."
"You can tell me if it is. I don't blame you. Sometimes I scare myself."
"Don't TALK like that." He said, taking a hold of my hand. He calmed his voice, and brushed some of my light blond hair to the side. "I just want you to be ok. It hurts me to see you miserable like this."
"It won't be for much longer." I told him, getting a quizzical look from him in return. "I talked to that 'Jeweler' guy again. I told him...I told him I'd meet him. Maybe find out what this Vampire Mimic thing is really all about."
That seemed to make Taryn smile. "So you think he can help you?"
"I hope so. He sounds like he's got a much better handle on this than I do, that's for sure." Taryn was quiet for a few seconds more, and then peeked over at me again, as though he were wondering whether or not to say what was on his mind. Thankfully, he did.
"Justin...if I ask you something...will you tell me the honest truth?" Taryn said, as he slipped on another t-shirt.
"Of course."
"I mean, you don't HAVE to answer if it's 'weird' or anything...I'm just...curious, you know?"
"Go ahead."
He hesitated a bit, but looked me in the eye when he got the courage to just spit it out. "What does it feel like? I mean...doing what you do?" I wrinkled my forehead a bit, not sure of the answer he was looking for. "I'm saying...when you're...all fired up like that, and you...you can do practically anything that you could think of, anything that you want...how does it feel? What's it like?"
I looked down at my own hands for a moment, and I told him the truth. "It's like...exploding on the inside. You feel like...like you can hold the whole world in the palm of your hand. It's kinda scary at first but..." Do I say it? Should I? "...Sometimes...when I'm REALLY angry, and the moment calls for me to beat down anybody who stands in my way...I start to like it."
Taryn's face dropped slightly. "You liked hurting those people?"
"It wasn't the 'hurting'...it was the power. The control of the situation. The ability to change events in my favor without feeling helpless. THAT'S what feels good." I told him. "When I was growing up...my dad beat me until I had no spirit left to fight with. I had to just sit there and take it. Day after day. I had nobody to help me. And I couldn't help myself...so...I took that feeling of helplessness and I just weaved it into every part of me by swallowing the pain and just trying to survive. But...I don't have to do that anymore. I can fight back now. For you, for me for ALL of us. I never have to lose another piece of my soul to that feeling of being so...impotent. Not ever again. I've never felt anything like it."
For a moment, even though it was a brief one...I felt a subtle vibration coming from Taryn that I never felt before. It was like this...soft 'push' of sorts in my direction of thinking. Almost as if...he envied the power I had bubbling deep inside of me. Maybe...in some dark corner of his mind...Taryn was tired of feeling helpless too. I suppose we've all got demons that we'd love to face without fear.
Then, just as we started towards the end of the alley, a car swiftly turned into it. The bright headlights blinded me, and it raced towards us. It was strange, the car made almost NO noise whatsoever, and the windows were tinted so dark that I was surprised that anyone could even see out of them. My first instinct was to stand in front of Taryn, and spread my arms out to keep him safe behind me. Ready to push us both to the side if necessary. But the car screeched to an abrupt halt right in front of me, the radiator grill of the car heating my legs, like the snarl of a dragon. Both doors opened wide, and my instincts instantly kicked into defense mode. My hands opened, palms up, and a hostile web of electricity began to surge and pop from my fingertips...ready to deal with the possible threat.
Two men in black suits, wearing dark sunglasses stepped out of both sides of the vehicle at the exact same time. They saw me waiting for a fight...and the driver reached in to hit a button on his steering wheel. The intensely bright headlights suddenly turned from white to a greenish tint, and this loud, extremely high pitched frequency siren rushed through my mind! Both Taryn and I tried to cover our ears as the sonic wave instantly cancelled out 90 percent of my extras and caused my BRAIN to ache!
It hit Taryn pretty hard, and he dropped to his knees, eyes closed, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep his eardrums from bursting. Seeing him in pain was more important than my own misery, and I quickly cycled through what was left of my abilities as quickly as I could! Using what little concentration I had, I was able to mentally lift a rather large chunk of brick from underneath a nearby dumpster, and hurled it a one of the headlights, smashing it and causing the light to go out. Regaining half of my balance and senses back, I felt the electric current build up in my palms until the sound of it crackling filled the air around us!
"HOLD ON THERE, JUNIOR!" The driver said, reaching into his black suit pocket. "Calm down...we don't want this to turn into a 'situation', now do we?" He kept his hand in his jacket, but slowly reached over to turn off the device that was causing us so much pain just a moment ago.
The men watched carefully, and I was contemplating whether or not I should still let them have it, when Taryn was able to get to his feet. "They're not here to hurt us, Justin."
"Could have fooled me." I said, keeping an unflinching eye on both men.
"They're here for our slag. That's all. I must have showed up on their radar as a feeding in progress...that's all." Taryn's head still hurt a bit, but the men ahead of us seemed to calm down once I deactivated my extras.
The driver looked down at the busted headlight and cursed to himself. "Damn kids..." he mumbled to himself. Then he looked at the 'mess' behind us.
With a nod, both men walked towards the bodies in the alley with black plastic bags, black gloves, and laser pens. With an emotionless face, they examined the bodies. That's when the passenger side slag hunter looked at the man with his head busted open, and didn't find any 'feeding wounds' on his neck. He looked directly at me. "What happened with this one?"
I didn't answer. Taryn hugged me from the side, and answered for me instead. "It was...self defense."
The two men looked at each other with a sarcastic roll of their eyes. "Self defense, huh? Right..." The driver said, and ordered his partner to cut him just the same. They CLEARLY didn't like our kind at all...but they did their job efficiently as always. However, when he got to the third man, the one who was merely unconscious by the van...he looked over at me again. "What's the deal with this? Huh?" He asked me. "You don't hear me talking to you, halflife? What happened over here?"
"Leave 'em alone, Connors. They're just kids." His partner asked, but the driver didn't seem to lighten his mood any.
I felt Taryn hug me closer as the man pulled out a gun with a silencer on the tip from inside his jacket and pointed it at the unconscious body. "Did he see you?" He asked, his voice strained with frustration. Taryn and I remained quiet...still a bit off balance from their sudden arrival. "Did he SEE you???"
I cleared my throat and told him, "I...he was gonna hurt us...but I let him go. The first guy was an accident, but...I didn't want to have to..."
"That's all I needed to know." And without any hesitation whatsoever, he fired three shots into the sleeping man's body! Two in the chest, and one in the head! The bullets were silent except for the sound of them ripping through flesh, and the body twitched slightly as the life drained out of it. I was horrified, and Taryn turned his head to bury his face in my chest and hug me tight around the middle.
It was so....so HEARTLESS! So cold. The Driver sneered at us, and said, "Next time, kid...pick your 'snacks' a little more carefully. We have a hard enough time cleaning up your messes." With a grunt, he started cutting up the body while his partner loaded the firs bag in to the freezer located in the back seat. What kind of person does it take to DO something like that? What kind of murderous bastards does the government employ to even be a part of that particular profession?
But, as Taryn whimpered softly in my arms, wishing that yet another person didn't have to die tonight...I saw the Driver look back at me, shaking his head. A look of disgust for our very species in his eyes. And it made me wonder if he saw what I saw. When our eyes met...I saw a couple of killers.
But maybe HE saw a couple of killers too.
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