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Dead Bite: An Undead Story 50

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Dead Bite: An Undead Story 50

Matt nestled deeper into Jorel’s armpit, and it woke the sleeping cambion.  He carefully moved so that he could see his lover’s face better, and Jorel swept a loose curl away from Matt’s forehead.  The curl fell back into place, and Jorel smiled.

There was something peaceful about the moment.  Jorel had stolen into Matt’s apartment at his usual time.  Not surprisingly, Matt had been awake when he arrived because his appearances were like clockwork.  They had fucked and then had fallen asleep from exhaustion.  Jorel could hear the storm outside the window, the rain pelting the glass as thunder rumbled in the distance.

He had so few happy moments these days…at least before he had met Matt.  It was a serious thought, but Jorel was now thinking his feelings for the young pizza driver rivaled those for the soldier.  He dared not tell anyone.

Something about Matt made Jorel feel comfortable.  He could be himself…well as much of himself as possible in front of a human.  Matt didn’t ask many questions of him, possibly because conversation wasn’t Matt’s strong point.  And honestly, Jorel could pour out his troubles to a deaf ear…quite literally…but it was what he needed.

Jorel glanced over at the clock; the black face flashed 5:43.

“Shit.”  Jorel had overslept.  The sun would be out soon, and Jorel was unable to move in the daylight.  If he didn’t get back to the lair soon, he would have to stay here.  Then the others might have questions.

An empty feeling sunk into Jorel’s stomach.  Then George would find out.

The bogey man had waited years for his lover to come around and forgive him for what he did.  But on those occasions that George had conceded, stubbornly, Jorel had shunned the Irishman for what he had done.  George managed to incite him every couple of years, but as angry as Jorel got, he could never force himself to destroy his creation.

But George would not have any qualms now, being the jilted lover.

Jorel carefully slid out of the bed, making sure not to wake his sleeping lover.  Unable to find his boxers, Jorel slipped into his jeans bare-assed and grabbed a t-shirt off the floor.  It wasn’t the one he had been wearing earlier, but it would do under the restricted circumstances.

Taking one last look at his boyfriend, Jorel left, locking the door behind him.

Once Matt had questioned the cambion why he always left so soon.  And Jorel had left without saying a word.  Maybe it had hurt his feelings, but the teenager had never asked him again.  As Jorel, jogged into the drizzle, he considered telling Matt everything.

On the horizon, the sun struggled to get up over the hill.  Jorel guessed that if the storm had not rolled in, he would have already been too late.  However, the gray clouds sat stagnant on the air, refusing to give to the warming rays.

Jorel still had enough strength to shadow-travel.  He prepared himself to dissipate, feeling his corporeal self breaking down, but before he disappeared, the bogey man felt someone watching him.  Quickly Jorel scanned his surroundings for the peeper, hoping it would be some kid that no one would believe.

Jordon.

“What are you doing here?” Jorel hissed, as the imp jumped out of a tree.

Jordon strolled forward, putting a cigarette to his lips.  “I could ask the same thing of you.”

Jorel understood that Jordon already knew about Matt.  He could sense the uneasiness.

Jordon took a final drag and smashed the cigarette under his foot.  He tucked his hands into his pockets and squinted at the glowing sky.  “He’s going to find out.”

“He’s not going to.”

“Yes…he is.”

Jorel grabbed Jordon’s hoodie, pulling him closer.  “You are not going to tell him!”

Holding his hands up in submission, Jordon replied, “No, I’m not.  But you are going to.    I found out.  And George is a hell of a lot more intuitive about emotions and shit.  He can feel the subtle changes in your mood.  Maybe he notices that your heart flutters a little quicker or that you don’t fall asleep as soon.  I’d be surprised if he doesn’t already know.”

Jorel hated to admit that Jordon was probably right.  And instead of saying something, George was waiting.  Waiting to see how this would go for him.  Would Jorel screw up his relationship all on his own, like he did last time, or would George have to step in?

It was times like these…when George was in full control of himself…that were the scariest.  No matter how chaotic his powers were when he was unrestrained, he was even more dangerous when he could use his full cognition.

“I’m not going to say anything to him,” Jordon repeated, “but if he asks me about it, I’m not going to lie.  I don’t want that fury to come back to me.”

Jorel nodded.  “I’ve gotten myself into this mess.  Unfortunately, JT, it was beyond my control.  Remember when you first met George?  It was like that.”  The sun had finally pulled itself up over the horizon, and the first beam glittered into sight.  Jorel felt himself suddenly weaken as if his blood had turned to molten lead.  “I’m going to need help getting back I won’t be able to shadow-travel now.”

“We’re not too far.  And I still have enough power to put strength into you.”  Jordon summoned his telekinesis to lessen the weight on Jorel’s bones.  “Are you afraid?”

“Yes.”
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I only found this story yesterday and I've already read all of it... I love it. Keep it up!