Anderson
I slowly opened my closet and there was a man sitting there, all tied up on his hands amd feets with a certain Dolce belt that I owned and he let out a muffled scream at the very push of the door and I had to shut it back due to trying to avoid the sound reaching ears, my hangover and the fact that I had just dragged the man in charge of driving Jeremy into my fucking closet.
And all of this was Hakeem's fault.
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"Hey, Jordan are you busy??" I managed to say with confidence while looking back at the closet where Jeremy's driver was seated tied with duct tape over his mouth. I really didn't have a memory of how that managed to be but I decided to worry about that later. I had many things to worry about right now like how to erase at least six hours of his memory and there was only one that I was on good terms with who could do such a favor for me.
"Even if I were to buy an Anderson, you would still manage to bully me out of my comfort and get my ass there against my will anyways. So, what can I do for you or rather, what have you done this time around that you need me to fix??" Jordan's voice came out sleepy and I realized i Probably woke him up from sleep but then again, that's not my problem. This was a bigger situation that could lead to much bigger problems. I couldn't kill this man because he was very well one of the oldest workers we have had and he was literally seventy in human Years or something if that makes any sense so killing him off now will be unfair to him and suspicious in general and Darla will pick out the murderer and if the trail led to me which I know it will, I'm dead.
She would find a way to kill me if it meant jumping to the bad side for more power. At battle level right now, Darla couldn't defeat me, I was experienced and I had a third level form which most werewolves lacked only royal bloods possessed and even though she was a chief daughter, it still didn't give her the privileges that I had, but that wasn't the problem.
We had rules and she was a woman of principle, she still is. She would definitely rather kill me or sell me out for savagery or find a way to poison me because asides vampires, her top next X rated was savage werewolves who killed humans for no reason. Werewolves who preyed on the weak and helpless.
"Okay, uhm…don't judge me because I currently don't have a full memory of the previous night so just before I tell you my current situation, I would need you very much to not judge me and put yourself in my shoes because—"
"First of all buddy, I will never be in your shoes because I'm a logical person okay. I don't let my emotions get a hold of me and I actually make sure to think first before launching out an attack on someone or taking someone hostage. I'm logical, not sentimental. That's what it means to be a vampire, it's just a supreme trait that y'all take years to learn while we just get it imprinted in our brain.." He interjected while managing to shame me and twenty five years of existence while praising himself for his self proclaimed self control when he himself was abolished from his clan because of a grave crime but I would be a bigger asshole to bring that up right before he even considers to help me.
"Yeah buddy, that's because you guys spend a lot of years in the dark scared to make contact with human beings and then when you do, you are emotionally unavailable therefore, very incapable of displaying any form of emotion whatsoever. So before you bask in your self proclaimed praise for self control, you should rather think of the difference in the level of exposure between your kind and my kind, we were literally thrown into the human mix from the age of kids and we were forced to adopt human weak form half of our entire life and then we are told to respect them and put them over us just to clear suspicion while y'all feed on them," I clapped back and he chuckled…then chuckled some more before bursting into a fully blown fit of laughter.
I knew he was just trying to get on my nerves laughing that hysterically but really it was dumb, I definitely didn't have that time to argue with him. The rate at which he was laughing made me know that I didn't have that much time left before Darla came back here fully pissed and extra sensitive before she notice the smell of human blood that now filled the room and she would release hell on me and in the next few, she would have already tabled me to the chief and then my mother and then the alpha who happened to be my father and that would be it for me.
"First of man, when was the last time you actually spoke or mingled with an actual vampire of this century because you seem to be talking from those old archaic books that your grandfather read for y'all as kids to describe vampires as the terrible white ghostly abomination over sized mosquitoes who take blood from ever living creatures including—"
"Pigs??" I interrupted.
"That's the one!!!" He laughed a bit more before he finally calmed down.
"Back door, five minutes, it's urgent please man, my ass could be under fire at any second now, If Darla finds out, I'm dead and my whole fucking life is ruined." I begged to swallow my pride but I wasn't really sure if it went down my stomach well but the words came out and that's all that matters at the moment anyways.
"Alright, give me four.." And the line went dead. I took out my watch and set the timing to four minutes. A habit I usually did anytime he was coming over. He was never late, that was one of the best things about Jordan. You tell him to be here by four and he would be here by four.
Jordan Clowell was just a boy when we met, he was an outcast vampire from the eclipse clan that had been situated near our border strategically for information reasons and not just invasion according the Jordan, this was an information he exchanged for his life to be spared when he walked into our borders hungry, tired and drained of life if they had any in them.
He was tested and looked through for any ill intent but none was found, he was just nine. He was taken in with the werewolf pack and was still treated like an outcast which he didn't take lightly and therefore, he left but with my help. I helped him steal some money from the chest my father kept in his closet and gave it to him so he could get a phone and transport himself to an orphanage home till he was old enough to cater for himself. He actually kept to his words and called me every step of the way to make sure that he got to the orphanage and we kept in touch across the years.
When I finally moved away from my parents for college at seventeen, I chose the state he was in so we could be close again but at that time, I realized Jordan was a completely different person now. he didn't grow to have those lanky pale body that vampires usually had, he was well built but his spirit and emotion was way advanced and higher than mine, he was alike with a werewolf in energy and was very in touch with his spiritual energy but it was pretty different for the fact that he was a vampire. For that, it made less of a sense.
That wasn't the only weird thing about him too, he was now only a Deer.
A Deet was a woke outcast who suddenly believed the fact that werewolves and vampires should be together and reconcile. They were clowns, hippies. They were just a bunch of delusional outcasts who thought that they could get both sides to be one which was a very silly notion. The bite of a vampire could kill a werewolf and the bite of a werewolf could kill a vampire.
The only thing that united us was the fact that we were both beautiful creatures of the night and we were both top of the food chain. The birth of hybrids was considered the greatest blasphemy because it was illegal for a Vampire to mate a werewolf, the whole issue always turned out drastic. There were a bunch of rituals they had to survive before they could mate and become one. There were few success hybrids in the world and they were incredibly rare to find. That was what made the whole process illegal.
A knock broke my thought as I stood there looking at the closet thinking, I checked the watch that I had set for four minutes.
2:04
He was almost two minutes late. I opened the door to see a tired looking man with an alcohol steel flask in his left hand and a beanie on his head.
"Hey, so what exactly Am I doing here??,"