Chapter Eleven: Justin
"What are you doing in here?" Justin cried, shoving back his dark red/maroon hair. "Answer me, demon!"
"I'm came to see the debt paid. Come here." Justin took three steps forward and stopped.
"No! Murderous leech!" Justin reached into his pocket to find a large silver cross.
"Come. Here." Justin could do no other than obey. He stood before the ethereal being, and tipped his head back. "I wouldn't drink your blood if you were the last man on Earth. Your debt to me is paid as of now." Blood-red nails slashed across Justin's throat, slicing open the jugular vein. "You almost harmed my soul mate. That is unforgivable." Midnight then turned to Justin's apprentice, an emotionally unstable boy named Brandon, who stared at her with stark terror.
"I will not hurt you. I only seek sustenance. Please come here." Brandon stepped forward, looking indecisive. Midnight didn't want to use compulsion. She would let him come of his own free will. Brandon bared his throat.
"Hurry up and get it over with." Midnight laid a reassuring hand on his arm.
"You will feel nothing, I assure you." Midnight let her teeth puncture the artery, but felt no pleasure as the lifeblood drained into her mouth. She took a quart, healed the wound, and helped Brandon sit down. "When I leave, call the police and tell them your friend is dead. Leave me out of it. I can help you with this if you need me to. After you call them, drink some milk, and eat something, preferably protein. It will help with your weakness. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I… why didn't you kill me?"
"To kill without just cause goes against a vampire's code of honor. Justin tried to kill me, as well as trick me into harming my soul mate. He tortured my sister, and my friend. I had just cause when it came to him. But tell no one of me. Do you swear?"
"I swear."
"Be brave, Brandon. I'll come see you again, perhaps."
"I'd like that." She kissed his cheek and shooed him to the telephone. She walked back down the street to the hotel where the team was staying. Although her clothes were clean, her hair was soak in blood, and she felt dirty. Grabbing a black towel and a black outfit, she undressed and stepped into the warm shower.
The water swirling down the drain was red, and she was reminded of the differences between her and Kai. She had almost killed him. But she couldn't leave him. Soul mates eventually die of sorrow once they find each other. Besides, he knew now not to contradict her when she was starving. Still, she worried about him, and the others. She didn't want to become a night demon. Kai would stop her from doing that. But, if he were hurt… if Kai….
Midnight leaned against the ceramic tiles and cried vampire tears.