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George sat with his back against the concrete of his cell. They had shipped him to the maximum security prison an hour upstate. It smelled of piss and mold, but George knew he would not be there long. The state was pushing for a fast trial. He had been there three weeks, and their argument was that he was too dangerous to even consider putting back out into society.
“These soldiers that were experimented on out there in Germany, they cannot come back from that life. They are too dangerous. As is evidence by Officer O’Ragan,” the district attorney had argued in front of the judge. “Murder with no remorse. No plot. Just unbridled, unbreakable bloodlust.”
The judge agreed all too well.
George knew the trial was coming close to an end. He already knew it was not in his favor, and the likeliness of it changing was nil. He was now trying to come to terms with his deat
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 82Dead Bite: An Undead Story 82 by HUKissy
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 82
Hate. Utter hate was all he could see in those eyes.
George stumbled towards Jorel, dragging the Mossberg behind him. Veins stood up on his neck and forehead like streaks of lightning, and spittle misted out of his mouth with every broken breath.
Jorel hesitantly stepped forward. “George, what’s wrong with you?”
“You never loved me…I was just your plaything.” George rushed at Jorel, but when he almost tripped over his own feet he stopped.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been fucking around with Aron the whole time I was gone. And now I have proof.”
Jorel was insulted. “I saved myself for you. This whole playboy persona…that’s an act. I waited every damned day of those four years.”
“Then what about this letter…the one for Aron?” George pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of his pocket.
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 81Dead Bite: An Undead Story 81 by HUKissy
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 81
It was fucking stupid to leave him in a safe house.
George’s heart was pounding out of his chest. He barely felt it but could hear it in his head. Sweat cloaked him, but he did not feel it. He did not feel anything physically.
All of the feelings were inside him now. And they were raging so much he did not understand how he was alive.
George was staggering through the snow in a run. He could see the bright yellow haze above, even through his clouded vision.
Aron had left whatever that shit was to which he was addicted right there. The needle felt like a twisted heaven piercing his skin, and he had prayed his soul would not be damned to Hell and that his father would forgive him. It was way more than he had ever had, and George had hoped he would die within seconds because he could not take the anger, but it had just fed his frenzy. Now he was on his way to confront his hatred right in the face.
It was l
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Aron’s boots crunched in the dry snow. He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his wool overcoat although he was not cold. Little did the unassuming pedestrians around his realized a demon was among their midst.
The yellow electric lights of a marquee halted him. It was the sign to the Governor Hotel. Although it had been around in New York since the 1840s, it was keeping with the times, updating its decadent rooms with upholsteries that were in fashion, new light fixtures, and contemporary furniture. It touted itself as having running water in every room. Not many hotels could say that at this point.
It had been three weeks since Aron was forced to help George out of the asylum. He had only seen Jorel once since then, and it had been brief. Jorel was staying out during the day when Aron was cooped up in Jorel’s room, and the cambion assumed his human love was only sleeping for a few hours when
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