2 Freshly Made
Mick, against his better judgment, took her back to his place. He removed her clothes, bathed her and slipped her into his bed where he sat down and watched her for what seemed like hours, lost in thought.
He tried to figure out what had drawn him to her. Mick was never one to strictly follow rules but he knew when Josef heard about this one, he'd be getting a lecture for sure. He was going against ever vampire code they had.
And Josef would find out. Guaranteed. He probably already knew about it was just arranging his schedule to for a good ass reaming. Mick sighed and lowered his head to his hands. What had he done?
He should have killed her before the change took place. It was too late now.
He could smell it. The change. She was no longer human or dead. She was now vampire. The un-dead. He watched her draw in her first breath and heard her heart sputter and then began to beat.
It was a useless action but one that had helped keep their secret for so many years. They seemed human. They had heartbeats and had only a slightly cooler body temperature than a human. If one didn't know, didn't believe that vampire existed, you would never be able to tell.
The only time they needed to be cooler was when they slept or were exposed to extreme heat or sunlight.
Mick, while he had this fantastic bed, slept in a freezer. The bed was for show and for the occasional itch scratching that he seemed to be doing less and less of lately.
It hurt too much to get attached. When they left. When they died. It didn't matter how they went, what mattered was, they always went. He just didn't want to go through that again. Couldn't go through that again.
Love?
Could he love again? Was love worth the risk? After what his wife had done to him, he didn't think so. He'd never loved again after that. Not in the way a man should love a woman.
Sure, he loved Beth. As a daughter. A sister. They had kissed once and it felt wrong to him. He knew her too long. Watched her grow from a child into a beautiful woman. Something that Coraline almost denied her from doing.
Mick's phone rang and he glanced at the caller ID and sighed. Beth. What was he going to tell her? He knew she had a thing for him but he just couldn't look at her that way. He knew her since she was a child. Saved her life. He felt it was more hero-worship than anything.
Coraline intended Beth to be their child. She'd kidnapped her and planned on turning her into a vampire to make Mick happy. All it did was make him sick and finally force him to kill the woman he both loved and hated with a passion.
Beth saw him as invincible. A man of a strong moral code and honor. What would she think of this latest turn of events?
She'd tell him he was being stupid and risking his very life by bringing a strange, newly turned vampire into his house. And she'd be right.
Mick stood up and left the room to answer the phone.
"Hey," he said softly and rubbed his brow with his hand.
"Did you get him?" Beth asked Mick. She knew he was a vampire. He had to tell her, though he never planned on it. Never planned on her leaning of his existence. He planned on being her silent sentinel. Keeping watch and keeping her safe from herself and others around her.
He gave in one night and spoke to her when there had been a killing on a college campus. It appeared a vampire had drained the victim and left her where she would be found.
They next case the worked together, he'd gotten shot and needed blood. Fast. He stumbled back to his place and sucked down a few pints before he passed out. He didn't get a change to clean up the mess before she came over, knowing he was hurt and found him on the floor with packs of blood around him.
She caught him drinking blood, his fangs distended and eyes baby blue instead of their normal gray-green. She didn't run like he had hoped but stood, scared but fascinated as she looked at him.
He had avoided her for a week before she finally caught him and he told her how he came to be. He left out how he met her. How he had kept tabs on her her entire life to make sure she was safe. That, he planned on taking to the grave if, God willing, he ever got the change to die in peace.
Too bad she was too good of a reporter and found out his secret stalking obsession of her.
"Yeah. I got the rogue." Mick confirmed. His voice was thick and he knew it. He tried to make it sound lighter but it didn't work. He could never lie to Beth. She always saw right through him.
"That's great. Hey, are you ok? You sound weird?"
"I'm just tired,"
"Do vampires get tired? It's still early." Beth mused over the line.
Mick chuckled, "Yeah we get tired. It's been a long night. Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Ah, sure. I guess. You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, Beth, I'm fine. Good morning," he muttered and hung up the phone.
Mick paced his penthouse and wondered what his next move should be. Josef was bound to find out about this. There was no real way to hide it. The new vampire would need to be trained and taught and he'd need Josef for that.
Shit! He really screwed himself this time. He was no better than Coraline He should have cut the woman's head off and ended her suffering before it began. But he didn't and it was another sin he'd have to carry with him for all eternity.
Minutes seemed to drag for hours as he waited for her to wake up and face her new life. One he could have spared her if he hadn't been so draw to her physical beauty.
He had no idea what kind of woman she'd been in her former life. She could have been just as bad as Joshua. He doubted it, but still, what the hell was she doing alone in a dark alley. Was she a whore?
The thought brought him up short.
No. Not that. She was too clean for that. Fresh faced almost. Mick chuckled at his absurdity. Looks were very deceiving. He knew that first hand. He'd just have to wait till she woke up and see what and who she was. If he had to kill her then, so be it. He would not release another monster into the world.