How do you tell your boss and best friend to fuck off? You know, while keeping your ass intact I mean. I was seriously worried about Jonathon as he paced the room, Marie hadn't fully woken yet and the suspense was obviously getting to him. Not only was his pacing annoying, but it was making me dizzy.
"Jonathon, either sit down or leave. I really don't want you here when she wakes anyway. I think it would be much better if you allowed her to be gradually introduced to you instead of throw into what is going on. Don't fucking look at me like that damn it!
You know I'm right and that's the only thing pissing you off, so why don't you do as I say and not piss off the only one that can help her."
Well shit, that works too. Who knew Michael had a mouth on him like that? I've known Michael for years and the worst I've heard him mutter was shit, well now that's out the window too. Something is off in this place and I'm not too sure I want to know what the hell it is.
This room alone hums with a buzzing of power that hasn't yet been controlled. It feels like at any minute the room is going to just combust or something. It's usually what you feel around a newly turned day walker or vampire, too much power for a youngling so to speak.
I watched Jonathon brood for a moment before his body slumped in acceptance.
"Come on Jonathon, we both need to feed before anything exciting happens. What do you say we have some human food, then feed our other sides as well, hmm?"
He nodded, it had been too long since he last fed for him to do anything else. Hell, he was doing good not to be slumped over something dying.
Three days have past since Michael called me in to Marie's room. She had in fact come out of the coma, but her body was still in shock and Michael was beginning to worry about the way she was healing.
See, humans heal much slower than the supernatural. I, for one, can get injured in a fight and depending on the damage, heal in a matter of hours instead of the weeks it often takes humans. Marie wasn't healing like she should be, no, instead she was healing more along the lines of a youngling. Quicker than human, but slower than demon of any kind.
Upon Jonathon's consent, Michael took a sample of Marie's blood and tested it for powers of any kind. The findings were inconclusive but showed no signs of supernatural at all. So the secret behind Marie's current healing was unknown, but not unwelcomed.
"Ryan, I feel something coming. It's not bad or threatening, but it's going to change a lot of things around here. It's only growing stronger, as if it were approaching and I thought I should warn you. I don't want this to go any further than this elevator, but I think something is coming for you and what's odd is that I feel it even stronger when I am near Marie. I felt you should know."
I took in his face carefully. His expression showed his fear, pain, devotion and exhaustion. His body was failing him since he had failed to nurture it. His eyes were a deep black and surrounded by even darker circles.
"Jesus Jonathon, you look like hell. Thank god Michael threw you out to go eat something, you would have scared that girl to hell and back looking like you do now."
"Thanks... you're too damn kind Ryan."
"You knew what I meant damn it. I'm only looking out for you, and right now we're getting some food in that empty gut of yours."
We made our way down to the kitchen of the mansion and Jonathon feasted on bags of blood to up his resistance and his energy. See, Jonathon isn't
only
a demon, in fact he's a day walker and demon combined, which is a dangerous combo if you ask me. Each bag he downed was like taking an eraser to the deep colors of his face, leaving him look refreshed and young again.
