Damian
I left Zelene without another word and went after the man who I was supposed to meet with.
He wasn't even my contact so I had lied to Zelene about that part. The man was one of the informants that the witches used whenever they felt like getting information.
The problem with werewolves was that we were clumsy at times. Men using female humans just because they were better in bed. And it worked the other way round too.
Werewolves associated too much with the humans that we weren't even sure which ones were for us or which ones were against us.
The problem was that we couldn't stop. Had to admit that I have had my own fair share of the humans but I didn't let myself get too attached to them, or let them get too attached to me after having a one night stand.
Once was enough, then I'd call it quits because I could not afford to keep them. Not that money was the issue. Had loads of it. But my origins was the barrier that I didn't want to bring down just for some lady seeking sexual gratification.
The man was fast but I was more determined. But a human couldn't outrun a Werewolf. So I caught up with him and pulled him against a dumpster.
"Hands off me, man!"
"Why did you run, man?" I asked him.
He said nothing. Didn't want to reply to my question. Instead, he struggled to free himself. But that was like trying to move an immovable object.
"I haven't done anything to her," he said, his voice loud in my ears.
"Oh, you haven't?"
The man looked scared. He had full beard and had tinted one side of it a gold hue. "Look, we had an argument, all right? But I didn't hit her. I would never do a thing like that."
He just have me mistaken for someone else. Seemed like the guy was running from whoever looked like the lady he was dating. So they had a quarrel and instead of him sorting it out with her, he was waiting to get beat up.
Cool.
I decided to play along. "Where is she now?"
"I thought she went to your place," he said, unsure.
"Well, she didn't. And I don't know who the hell you are talking about. You have me mistaken for someone else."
He looked angry to hear me say that. Then he sighed with relief. "Oh, my. She told me her brother was some ninja."
"Well, I am one too. But that's by the way. I am going to ask you some questions. And you are going to give me correct answers to them. If you are lying to me, I'll know."
I left his collar and he straightened himself up. "Say what?"
"I'll have to kick you in the gut if you want me to repeat myself."
"No, I heard you."
"Good. Your name is Kelvin. And your girlfriend, well, she is a witch."
"What girlfriend?"
"Not the one whose brother is a ninja. The one you never go to her place unless she invites you."
When Kelvin heard that, he ran.
I had guessed he would pull something off like that. He was someone who ran. Even from someone he wasn't sure of.
The back of the bar was some alley and I let him get close to the street, then I moved fast, caught him by the collar again, and we were back halfway across the alley.
I dumped him in a bin and made sure the stench entered his nostrils. His screams were muffled and I wasn't bothered of someone hearing him.
Then I pulled him back out. "Ready to talk now?"
He was breathing heavily, like a woman about to give birth.
He shook his head from side to side.
"What?"
Then he puked all over the floor. I let him have his fun. Then handed him an hankerchief. He refused it and used his instead.
"Good for me. I get to keep mine. Now, you wanna talk?"
"Who are you, man?"
"Someone looking for answers."
"I don't have any answers to give you."
"Don't give me that pitiful look, Kelvin. You thinking I'd feel any pity for you? If you knew what was at stake, you'd change that countenance immediately."
Surprisingly, he did. I wasn't even expecting it.
"The lady you go to see most times is a witch. And she has you doing other jobs for her. Tell me what her name is and what jobs you do for her."
He sighed. "She's going to kill me, man."
"So she's a real witch, then."
"Of course. Then she'll come for you."
"Well, she won't be able to find me without you. So I'm guessing she'll keep yuu alive until she finds me. Then I can take her down and you get to keep your head."
He touched his neck. "You can take her down?"
I gave him a slight smile. "Yeah. Now start talking."
"Well, her name is Joana. Joana Favreau. I service her. You know the type, don't you?"
"No, I don't."
"Sexual service. Give her the best ten minutes of her day and all that."
"Okay. Go ahead."
"In advance, she pays me, okay? Then she asked if I'd like to make more cash and I was all in. Gave me pictures of women that I needed to spy on, you know. And since I'm a pretty boy, I get their attention."
Good for him, bad for us. The witches knew about our virility and they were already using that as an advantage over us.
Hiring winsome boys to get into their pants, and garner information. That was smart.
I might have to kill the guy myself.
"What kind of information do you steal?" I asked him carefully.
He looked away, as if thinking whether to answer or not.
I listened to his heartbeat. It was normal. When he talked, it was going to be the truth.
"I don't know why but they always seem to have this document with them," Kelvin said. "That's what I'm always after. And I've stolen info from fifty of those so far. That's me telling you my body count."
That's when I knew that I had to kill him.