BAD BLOOD: The Murder Of Heather Banks

CHAPTER FIVE (JACE)

For the past four days, he didn't know he could get his priorities so mixed up. He had a system, a way of solving his problems. No matter how complicated the situation looked, they were all prioritized. Then he'd wing it, seamlessly handling them all smoothly. Now, he was faced with three situations at once that required his full attention; and it pissed him off. First was Big Bad. The wolf mercenary or whatever that mutt was had gone MIA for quite a while now. He had informed Butch of the situation, the vampire in turn promising to be on the lookout, but the fact that the wolf could strike again anytime irked him. He was on his guard, all day since the attack; trying to see if he could catch a scent. According to Butch though, the werewolf's sense of smell was much more powerful. If Jace tried going after it, the wolf would probably smell him before he got to it; so hunting it was off the table.

The second situation was the coming full moon. He had no idea how he was supposed to contain Johnny that night, where they'd keep him contained, or if they could contain him anyway. He was always the one in the know, rarely the one in the dark. Now, he had absolutely no idea how to approach this. He'd never encountered a fully transformed werewolf, and if Big Bad's power was that intense when he'd only transformed half way, who knew how much stronger Johnny was going to get?

The third irritated him the most, cause it was as stubborn as he was if not worse. Mia Enigma. The girl just wouldn't quit! She had approached him during Johnny's birthday party, apologizing for the things she said. The fact of the matter was, she still said them. She still called him out for some of his most obvious shortcomings and brought them to the surface, then smacked him in the face with them. The apology was very much not accepted. He simply glanced at her coldly then walked away from the minibar, but she followed him, once again calling him out for his pettiness. He ignored her the best he could, once ducking out of sight then using his speed to evade her. She couldn't find him for the rest of the night, but the incessant bitch didn't stop looking. He wasn't used to being told how to live his life, Butch being an acceptable exception, so the fact that this stranger was up to his neck on how he did things was unacceptable. Why it was so important for her to talk to him was beyond him. She had to be put in her place soon, and fast; but she was a big distraction that kept creeping to the surface of his attention span every time, and he didn't have time to worry about a girl.

Luckily, Tanya had called him during the weekend. There was a race in three nights, some of the biggest names in Daytona were racing that night, and the grand prize was fifty thousand dollars. All Jace had to do was pay five thousand upfront as entrance fee, then show up. Tanya added that the limit was ten racers. The last time he'd gone up against that many, he lost; but that was more than a year before. No one could drive better than him. A race was a good way to take his mind off things. For now, he was more focused on training Johnny.

They were in the gym, Johnny was throwing punches at him, but Jace saw them all of course. He dodged them easily, slamming his palm hard on Johnny's chest, knocking the wind out of him. Johnny was thrown backwards, falling on his back and wheezing exasperatedly. "That is so not fair," he coughed out. Jace smiled, he planned to enjoy kicking Johnny's ass while he was still sure he could. "Again." He ordered. "Fuck that shit, I'm out," Johnny staggered to his feet and walked off a bit. The sight was a dime in his clouded mind. "That's enough Jace, you're sparring with me next," came his sister's voice.

Half the gym fell quiet.

Anyone who was anyone knew that the two had skills that could put anyone they went up against to shame, and the power behind those skills made them all the more dangerous. Johnny could hold his own in a fist fight, but the speed and power the two had shown had earned the respect and fear of almost the entire school. To hear that they were about to face off... who wouldn't want to watch that?!