Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 25: Hurricanes

Where would a crazy vampire go? A question I had never thought I'd ask myself, but life was full of wacky surprises. There was a tiny possibility that might make my situation significantly better.

Ian might be looking for me.

I walked down the streets quietly, searching the darkened corners. I kept my hearing heightened, listening to possible screams or cries. There was nothing. The night was calm and peaceful.

What would a crazy vampire think about?

Blood. He'd think about blood. 

But this was still Ian. I had to believe even in his craziest hours, he was still more stable than me. Which would take him to a place where he could get a drink, where the repercussions were the smallest. I walked all the way to Charlie's place; Deja vu tugging at my heart.

The colourful lights blinded me and the loud music deafened me momentarily. I squinted and pushed through people. I lost the sense of direction pretty soon, with everyone bumping in me and spilling their drinks on me. The sounds of the band and the singing disabled my hearing. I relied on my sense of smell, which led me to the darkest corners of the club. There, on the floor, I noticed a blonde girl bleeding from her neck. Quiet, painful moans slipped from her lips.

I squatted next to her and lifted her chin.

"Get up, go home and take care of your wounds." I pushed my thoughts onto her. Her hazy eyes looked into nothing, but she nodded and pushed herself off the floor.

"You came."

I turned around quickly and got up. Ian stood a couple of feet away from me, barely hanging on. His lips and the corners of his eyes were dark blue. His skin was white, almost translucent, I could see the veins underneath. The overall vibe he transmitted was completely unstable. I didn't trust him one bit right now. The hunger in his eyes was too strong

"Well, you're an idiot if you thought I'd stay away." I came closer to him.

Ian let out a chuckle through his cracked blue lips, but it lacked humour, "I knew you wouldn't stay away. You just can't seem to stay away."

I decided against arguing, "No. I can't."

The smile disappeared, his face distorted, "And neither can I." He made a step forward, but he was weak and limping. Yet, I wouldn't trust him to stay calm. The insanity tended to fuel muscles.

"You killed anyone tonight?" I asked, turned around and under the pretence of checking for dead bodies around me, sent a quick message to Greta.

"I don't think so." Ian leaned against the wall, his eyelids fluttered. "Though, there are people in need of stitching."

I had to keep him occupied, "You messed that girl up pretty bad."

"I thought she was you." His eyes widened. "But she didn't taste like you."

Fear froze my veins, "What do I taste like?"

Ian pushed himself off the wall and stopped inches away from me. I kept my ground, frowning at the smell of decay around him. I hoped William was right and this would pass, because it didn't seem so.

Ian's blueish eyes danced across my face, a certain desperation coming alive in the darkest corners.

"Like hurricanes."

Fear gradually left my body, leaving confusion in its wake. This was Ian without inhibitions, something rarely seen. Despite knowing I had to get him somewhere he couldn't hurt himself or others, I also wanted to know more.