Angel and Kyle had been talking for a while, "so how do you know Jordan?" She asked softly.
Kyle shrugged, "he saved my ass a few months ago."
Angel nodded, "from what?"
Kyle shivered, "a dragon." He said softly, wincing at the memory.
Angel nodded again, her gaze moved back to the bathroom and focused on Jordan's scarred back. "What happened to him?" She whispered quietly, "how did he get all those scars?"
Kyle shrugged, "honestly, nobody knows." He replied in a quiet tone, "everyone has their own theories. I think that he's just been doing this for a long time, scars usually mean self taught." He shrugged again.
Angel's gaze quickly turned back to Kyle, "everyone?" She asked.
The boy nodded and yawned, "Jordan has a tendency of saving others like us, he's saved at least a dozen of us. Some come, some go, most of them are nearby though; especially Thea." He added with a slight smirk.
Angel nodded, "why are we different to the ones that Jordan hunts?" She asked in the same quiet tone.
Kyle looked at her, "the ones that he hunts are long gone, they let the beasts inside them take over, once they're taken over, they lose control of their body and their mind." He explained, "if you don't control you're bloodlust, you'll just end up like one of the things that Jordan hunts."
Angel sighed, "reassuring..." She murmured sarcastically.
"You're most welcome." Kyle replied with his constant psychotic grin.
Angel's gaze then returned to the scars on Jordan's back and she began to question how he had got those scars.
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Fantasy"The day I laid my eyes on Jordan, I knew he wasn't like the rest of them. I knew he wasn't human. I knew I wasn't alone anymore..."
