Dead Bite: An Undead Story 74

Dead Bite: An Undead Story 74

George had found it difficult getting into the backyard, but he eventually managed.  The tree Jorel expected him to climb looked too flimsy for his frame, so he decided to wait until Jorel had given him the signal to come in.

But it never came.

He almost went back around to the front of the home until he noticed the Italian in the window.  He was talking to someone; George could only hope that it wasn’t Mr. Deccherini, who he imagined would be more than irate if he found some Irish hoodlum trying to “know” his eldest son and heir to the Deccherini throne.

Suddenly a face appeared in the window.  It was Aron.

Now George wished it was Milo with whom Jorel was fighting.  At least he might have eventually been reasoned with.  That was not the case with Aron.

Something just didn’t sit right with George concerning Jorel’s other friend.  There was always a feeling of something sinister in the air when he was around.  George really couldn’t put his finger on it, unless it was his own jealously creating a reason to hate Aron, but he was sure that it was something more than that.

Through the window George could see Aron and Jorel arguing more violently now.  Aron looked as if he wanted to leap right through the pane, and Jorel was close to Aron, yelling in whispers no doubt, but he wasn’t touching the thinner man.

Eventually Aron wouldn’t take any more of it.  He clocked the taller Jorel right in the jaw, and the Italian fell out of George’s view.

Aron opened the window and nimbly pounced onto the ground below.  He was feet from where George was standing.

“You are going to fucking die tonight, George O’Ragan,” Aron said unblinking.

George knew he could take out a man Aron’s size easily.  “And where is your army?”

“I don’t need one.”  Aron stepped closer to George, and his lips began to move.  A song started to flow forth.

“What are you going to do?  Sing me to death?”

A wicked glimmer shined in Aron’s eyes.

George started to feel light headed.  His heart was starting to slow down.  He felt like he was falling into a peaceful sleep.  He didn’t know how, as just minutes earlier he was eager to spend one night with Jorel.

“What are you doing to me?” George slurred out.

“Making you just a sad memory to Jorel, and an unmemorable passing moment in my existence.”

George fell to one knee, his vision blurring.  He could see Aron still, feet away, then a darkness behind the lanky man.  Suddenly Aron fell to the earth beside George, and George felt the blood starting to rush again in his veins.

Jorel was standing over them, a metal fire scoop in his hands.

“Leave us alone, Aron.  If you don’t, I’ll reveal you for what you are, you wraith.  Let the world hunt you like the witch you are.”

“You would never.  I am your only friend after this life,” Aron said, rubbing the back of his head.  “I am the only way you do not fade into nothingness.”

“That may be, but I’m willing to take that chance unless you leave me be for one night.  I told you, I can spend time with you both, but I want to spend my time with George now.  If you do not, I will contact the proper authorities on YOUR matter.”

Aron squinted at Jorel, but he gave in.  He pushed himself off the earth and bowed away from Jorel.  “As you wish.  But I can smell death on this one; you’ll wish you had never made his acquaintance.  You will soon be back to me.”

Aron ran through the yard and left around the side of the house as Jorel helped George off the ground.

“How did he do that to me?”

“What?”

“Aron,” George said, “he made me feel weak, like I wanted to sleep.”

Jorel didn’t look at George but instead righted a fallen flowerpot.  “There is much Aron can do that is unexplainable.  He’s dangerous.”

George touched Jorel’s shoulder.  Jorel’s brown eyes looked deep into his blue ones.  “Do you love him?”

“Yes.  No.  I did.  I do.”  Jorel sighed.  “I don’t know.  It’s hard to explain.  There was and is a person I love there, but there is a monster that I do not.  I feel like the monster is more prevalent than the human now.”

George nodded.  He understood Jorel had a history with Aron.  “I guess I’ll be going now.”

“No,” Jorel stated, pulling George back.  “I need you, and you need me.  As much as I…whatever….Aron, I love you too.”