Dead Bite: An Undead Story 54

Dead Bite:  An Undead Story 54

Jordon was irate.  It had been several weeks since George had visited Matt, and Jorel was still trying to atone for hiding his secrets from his lover.  Ironic, since George had never revealed to his lovers what he was.  To think Jorel could’ve pulled the same move and maybe Jordon wouldn’t be here.  Jordon laughed a little inside at the thought, but then remembered he would be dead if that had happened.

Jorel had been bringing the human around their cambion family more and more.  First it started off by Jorel insisting Matt come to the Creep Show any time he wasn’t working or sleeping.  Jorel made sure he was there.  And this led to Jorel opening the Creep Show pretty much every night; the cambions did not have to really hunt when prey was coming to them.

Then Jorel had invited Matt to join in their circles, pulling him further from the humans; Matt would stay late into the deep night, even after all the freaks had passed out, gone home, or overdosed.  Jordon wasn’t exactly sure how his faithful leader was explaining to the human what they were doing when one of them wasn’t around.

Soon Jorel was abandoning the Creep Show altogether.  The parties were further apart then, and soon dropped to once a week.  Matt was just showing up at the warehouse.  It made Jordon uncomfortable.

Matt was here now, sitting on their ratty sofa, with a dumb look on his face.  He never talked—as was obvious, now that Jordon understood he was deaf—but then again he never engaged in pencil-pad conversation with any of them, other than Jorel.

He was probably really working for the government, gaining intel on them.  Or just a plain jane soaking everything he saw in like a sponge, mulling his ideas on just who to spill his story to about these demons living in Los Angeles to get rich and famous.
Jordon was shaken from his thoughts when the nightmare pulled up a chair and sat on it backwards, throwing his arm holding a beer over the back.

Matt’s eyes rolled slowly over to look at the pair.

“It’s a fucking bad idea,” Jordon whispered, not that the human would be able to hear him.  Force of habit, he guessed.

“Jorel wants him so bad,” George grinned a white grin before lifting his beer to his lips.

“Why does that make you so happy?  Weren’t you going ballistic that Jorel wants him period?”

George leaned in a little towards Jordon, but he stared straight at Matt.  “Yeah, Jorel tries so hard, but he’s barely even getting an inch.  I like to see him squirm.”

Jordon rolled his eyes.  What a fucking power play between them.  It was always like this.  One of them might cave eventually since they have all of eternity.  Or the human could just die.  Jordon had seen it many times before.  It was pretty much the same.

He pushed himself out of his chair just as Dylan opened the door of the room, coming back from a hunt.  Dylan motioned with his head for Jordon to come to his bed when he was ready, and then Dylan was gone into another room.

“I’m going to get something to drink,” Jordon announced. “Do you want anything, George?”

George didn’t even look at him, his eyes still plastered on Matt who was now doodling on his paper.  “Nah, still got some.”

Jordon shuffled towards the stairs.  After a quick beer, he could settle down with Dylan and then get some shut eye.  And when he woke up, the human would be gone, hopefully forever, hopefully not exposing their secrets.

The chilly stairwell was refreshing, and it was just as cool in the lower level.  Jordon padded down the hall to the old coal room, where they now stored cases of alcohol.

He turned the corner, and there was the bogey man.

He too was grabbing some drinks, and it looked like enough for him and the human.

“What’s up?” Jorel asked absently.

Jordon tried to hide his bad mood.  “Nothing.”

Jorel eyed him.  “What’s your fucking deal?”

“What?” Jordon asked relatively unsure what he was talking about.

“You’ve been in such a pissy mood ever since Matt got here.  In fact, you are always in a fucking mood every time he’s around.  Why don’t you ever treat him like he’s one of the gang?”

“He’s not.”  It was blunt but true.

Jorel looked taken aback.  He was speechless for a moment.  Jordon had never really spoken out of line with his leader…his maker.  Jorel regained composure.  “You had better start treating him better.  I like him.”

“What do you expect to come from this?  Do you think he’s going to forgive you for lying to him?” Jordon spat, almost levitating all of the glass in the room.  He could hear the swish of the alcohol shaking in their bottles.

Jorel growled, “I never lied to him.  He never asked.  I just hadn’t told him.  And I planned on telling him.  He’ll come around once he sees I never meant any harm.”

Jordon asked, “You were just going to tell him?  Let him know what we are?”

“Yes,” Jorel said.  “I plan on changing him eventually.”

So it was out.  Jorel had decided to make another cambion.  And when was he going to tell his brethren?  After Matt was a cambion?

It pissed Jordon off even more, so he just left without saying anything to Jorel.  He ran up the steps, skipping two at a time.  He pushed through the door of the living area to head over to Dylan’s room which butted up against it, and there it was.

Although Jordon could only see them from behind, George was beside Matt on the couch, his lips close to Matt’s ear, his body leaning so close to Matt’s that a fly would barely be able to buzz through them.  Obviously he wasn’t saying anything to Matt, but rather kissing his neck.  Matt shivered.