Anderson
2:04
He was early by almost two minutes whole minutes. 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??," The six-foot packed guy with brown hair and pale brown eyes walked inside my room which was more of a quarter on its own.
He was looking rather pale and sick, with eye bags underneath his eyes and stubble running down his immaculate chiseled jaw line. He was one of those cliché good-looking guys that books usually described with the great body and great face but the not so great personality. Furthermore, he had a lot on his mind, obviously because he was wearing a flip-flop and Pajamas trouser and a plain white T-shirt. Not only that, but he was definitely having an episode, and yet, he still somehow managed to make it up here.
"Hey, I know this would be pretty insensitive for me to just boss you around and do my bidding, but—" I stopped talking as he took a swing at his flask and gulped down some worrying amount of alcohol for the morning. There was undoubtedly something going on with him this morning, and it looked like one of his episodes, but I really didn't have that much time on me.
"Yeah, yeah…sorry, I just needed that to put my head into the moment before I fuck it up." He said, shaking himself up before sniffing the air and looking towards my closet and then at me.
"Seriously?? I thought you killed the humans, but you actually kept them alive?? That's weird." He said, heading towards the closet, right before I even told him what I needed from him first.
"Aren't you going to ask what the hell I called you over for??" I asked him, and he threw me a hand before pausing midair and turning around.
"Sorry, that was no form of disrespect," He quickly apologized. This was something I didn't do sometimes with my friends. It was almost like they actually forgot I was the next alpha in line, but then again, I didn't also care and wasn't about to go around making my peers fear me just because I was the leader of one of the world's most power packs of the Odyssey region.
"Bro, we are that much of buddies right now, that was totally not necessary." I waved him off before he nodded and facing the closet.
"Gosh…the smell of human blood is prominent here, you sure Darla hasn't caught on to it already because this shit is painfully obvious," He said underneath his breath as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.
"Wait, you know what you have to do, right??" I asked him, and he stopped jogging around and warming up his fingers, looking at me with a confused expression.
"What do you mean??" He asked, cocking his head to the side.
"What do you mean??" I asked him, giving him a suspicious look.
"Am I not tearing him apart at light speed, so the people downstairs didn't hear his screams because I would be moving that fast… What exactly were you really expecting me to do, chief??" He asked, looking at me with a shocked expression on my face. What the hell was he on?? Why would he think of me cutting him apart?
"Why will you ever think that I would need you to split him up??" I was confused.
"Oh…the dude you tore apart and left at the—" At the let out of the next breath, I already had my hands over his mouth stopping him from saying shit like that out loud.
I knew exactly what he was talking about and when he was talking about, but what I didn't know was how the fuck did he know and who the fuck was there to let him in on such info, it literally happened in a different fucking state.
"We would talk about this later but for now, I need you to clear his memories of last night to the very moment but first, I will need you to spray this—" I went to my side drawer and brought out a coffee vape incense.
"What's that—Woa woa!!! Hey, you know I can't put that on. I'm already feeling like shit and all, now you want me to paltry coffee incense on my body?? No fucking way, man. I might get sick for weeks." He backed away from me and the closet and the more he delayed, the more it seemed like with every second that ticked away, Darla was on her way here, and I would be officially screwed.
"You know you have too many men. Darla will be here in any second, I know for one that she can't stand you, and she's going to get incredibly suspicious that I had you over this morning," I explained, but he only tucked his hands in the pajamas pockets of his striped trousers in defiance. This man was looking to be buried if he didn't comply.
"That seems like a more of your problem and not mine. I mean seriously, man, who's the alpha to be here?? You or her???," He looked at me except for an answer, even though I knew it was rhetorical.
"And secondly, you don't even call me here for any goddamn good reason, so why the fuck won't she be able to stand my guts. You only call me when you get yourself in a twisted shit, and you need me to unnut you crap and that's why we can't stand each other because you accustomed her to only seeing me as the guy who was pulling you back from being a better person," He said.
I only called him when I had a nut full mess, and he was the only one who could untangle the mess, and he had every right to talk to me anyhow, he was so pleased. He also knows that I brutally murdered another vampire in another city. He definitely had something on me now and at this moment, I just required him to fix my shit.
"I'm sorry, okay, but please can we talk about all of this later and face the pressing matter at hand okay?? I don't know if you realized, but we don't really have any much time anymore. The meeting I'm supposed to be downstairs, and it was very crucial that I be there. Secondly, Darla can't see you here man, it's going to turn into a fucking chaos man. She's going to rain fire and larva over us if she sees us here, so just do what you do best," I said to him trying not to sound too desperate. I had to reserve some dignity, I was after all the Next Alpha.
He stared at me hard for a few seconds before taking another swing at his flask, and then decided to swing the door of the closet and look inside. The look on his face fell and disappointment shadowed his looks, he was clearly not pleased with how I chose to act, and I knew it wasn't all my fault.
Okay, I admit. Some of it was my fault because this was something I would have easily avoided if I wasn't just an emotionally unavailable asshole who had zero control of how he felt most times. Instead, I decided to take my anger out on long-term work, just as an unofficial band member sent me out of their apartment.
"Why don't you want me to tear him out again??" He asked, looking at the Man's eyes widened in fear of what he just heard. He shook his head from left to right, begging the mercy he wasn't going to recall anymore. Not only that, but he definitely was hearing all they had veins,, and it's wrong to let a human kill the need to be shown fear.
"Because he's Jeremy's long-time driver, so I can't do anything to him. Clear his memory from the evening last night to right now but first, we would have to untie him, and you have to spray this first to mask your scent. Darla has an incredible scent nerve, and she's going to catch on in no time," I forced the compressor into his hands and he looked at it as if it were garlic.
"That was incredibly specific, and I don't think you want me to use this now because I literally won't be able to do any work, not with my current state like this, I could even pass out," He stressed looking at the compressor can in his hands.
"Okay whatever, give me that." I snatched it out of his hands.
"Just untie him and place him on the chair over there, and I would get my head into the mental space to erase his memory," He ordered. Thinking he might want to help, but I was wrong. He lay on my bed with confidence while waiting for me to do all the work. I couldn't blame him though, it was my mess, so of course I would have to fix it.