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Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49

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Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49

Jordon saw his leader shut the heavy metal door of the room they lived in inside the warehouse.  He barely acknowledged Jordon, who was alone in their home.  Jorel was being secretive and quiet…more than he usually was.

As George and Dylan went out every night to feed, Jordon had been coming back, still fearful of using his powers in the deep night.  He would’ve thought after almost a decade he would be more used to disintegration techniques, but he preferred small parlor tricks on more awake people to get his fill.  And during this time, Jorel had opted to go out even later than the others, but somehow always made it his business to arrive before George got back.

Something was up with him.

“Where’ve you been?” Jordon asked nonchalantly, picking at a deck of cards in his lap.  “Any good feeding?”

Jorel was short with him.  “It was fine.”  He completely ignored the first part of the question as he went into his room and closed the door.
It was unlike Jorel to sneak around.  Although he never really spoke about his intentions in what he was doing, he usually barreled his way through any situation and didn’t care who asked questions.  He was intentionally avoiding further inquiry.

What was going on with him?

Jordon took it upon himself to find out.  The next night, Jordon waited outside the warehouse for Jorel, and at 1:57, Jorel had snuck out.  He didn’t even bother to shadow-travel, his preferred method.  This is getting stranger and stranger, Jordon thought.  He held his ground and made sure to manipulate himself to be light on his feet, so Jorel wouldn’t sense Jordon tailing him.

The bogey man led Jordon to a dingy looking apartment complex with bars on the windows.  Jorel walked up the concrete steps of one building and knocked lightly on a door.  The door creaked open slightly, and Jordon saw Jorel exchange words with a person silhouetted against the light of a flickering television.  Then the door opened more, and Jorel slipped inside.

What was this?  Some kind of drug deal?  He didn’t think Jorel partook so much or even at all.  Maybe he was missing his gangster roots, trying to get back into the business of sin.  If he was—or whatever he was doing—he was interacting with humans more than for just feeding on essences, and that meant he was jeopardizing their existence.

Jordon waited, leaning up against the wall below the apartment in which his leader had disappeared.

***

Jorel had left just as silently as he had come, right around 4:15.  He was pushing it tonight.  George and Dylan would be back soon.

When Jorel had disappeared into the distance, Jordon stamped out his cigarette and walked up to the apartment.  He tapped the door lightly, but no one answered.  Someone was in there because no one had left after Jorel.  He pounded a little louder, and the door cracked after a minute.

Staring back at him was a young, curly-head kid, a little taller than himself and lanky.  He was shirtless, and his chest was covered with tattoos.  He squinted at Jordon but didn’t speak.

“Who are you?” Jordon asked, staring back through his sunglasses.  The kid was silent.  “Your business with that guy who left is my business too.  I don’t plan on giving you trouble, unless you don’t answer me. But this is a life-death situation—my life is at stake, and your death if you don’t give me what I want to know.”

The kid started to shut the door, but Jordon shoved his foot in the crack.  “What in the hell do you think you are doing?  I said you are going to give me answers, Curls.”  Jordon felt himself getting angry, and he wanted to start floating shit around this little prick, but he held back.  Maybe this guy didn’t know Jorel was a cambion, and he should keep it that way.

Jordon pushed Curls inside the apartment, checked to see they were alone, and locked the door.  The kid stood their dumbfounded and moved his arm towards the kitchen counter.

“Ah ah ah,” Jordon warned, waving a finger.  “Now fucking answer me or I’ll fuck you up.”

Curls pointed at his ears.  What was this dummy doing? He held his arms up slowly, palms facing out, and slowly leaned towards the counter.  Jordon watched as he grabbed a pen and a notepad and scribbled something on it.  He ripped the paper off of it and held it up so Jordon could read it.

[Take what you want.  I don’t have much.  I’m sorry.]

So Curls here though Jordon was robbing him?  Great.  And he was apologetic about it.  What kind of person apologizes to a robber?

Fuck me, Jordon thought.

This guy is hot to be holding people up.

“What did you just say?” Jordon asked, staring at Curls.  “If you can fucking talk, then speak.”

What does this guy want?  Just take it.  Doesn’t he realize I can’t hear him?

Jordon then realized it.  He was hearing the curly-headed kid’s thoughts.  What kind of power was this?  He’d never been able to do this before.

Jordon snatched up the notepad and wrote, [What are you doing with Jorel?]

Curls looked slightly confused but then scratched out, [We are boyfriends.  Or fuck buddies.  Or something.  What do you care?  Are you his boyfriend?]

So that was it.  Jorel was having late night trysts hoping the others wouldn’t find out.  Jordon had to warn this kid.  He wrote quickly on the paper as he walked towards the door and threw it at Curls as he shut the door.

The paper read, [Stay away from him.  You’ll just cause trouble.]
Jordon finds out Jorel's secret.... muahahahahaha
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girlsrule1108's avatar
Wait...so how could Matty answer the door if he's deaf? o_o