Who's to judge?

Chapter V

"If you want to curse at me, do it in a language I understand." I snapped at him, but I didn't turn around, I kept my eyes on the young man in front of me. He lifted his hand and explained: "Actually, he didn't curse at you. He just told you that he will rip you into pieces." I heard the fullblood sigh behind me and answered slightly annoyed "Quante volte ti ho detto che non devi tradurre per me?"

The young doctor smiled apologetically and answered: "I know, I know, but I didn't want them to misunderstand you." The fullblood sighed again and continued answering in his own language: "Lo apprezzo molto, ma non è necessario." He sounded soft.

The doctor nodded.

I started to lose my patience and pressed my nails in his skin, so that blood started to slowly drip down his throat. He had a pained expression on his face; the fullblood behind me lost it. "Let him go!" He screamed.

"First, I want answers, because I'm done being left in the dark. I want to know what's happening." I let all of my anger out. The anger of the unknown, the anger that started to grow as soon as I realized how scared I was.

"We don't know." Answered the doctor quietly, which made me angrier. "Don't fuck with me! The fullblood appeared with both corpses, as if he knew what he was looking for. I overheard him say something about a pattern. I don't like being taken for a fool. So just tell me what you know, or I will paint these white walls with your blood." I knew that I was over doing it, but I did try it nicely.

"We will tell you everything, I promise, but not here, not now." The young man said. He looked into my eyes. I saw something in him, which told me that I could trust him, that he would keep his promise. I took a step back and let go of his throat.

I went to Kalma. As soon as I was far away enough, the fullblood sped past me, towards the doctor. He took a hold of his face and started to whisper in his language. Their smell melted into each other, as if they were one. Then I understood. Then I understood the fear of the fullblood. They were vigors.

However, the doctor looked like a human. He could have been a mixed, but a high-ranking fullblood would have never settled for a mixed.

I felt Kalma pulling softly at my arm. He said: "We should go." He was right, but before I left, I turned to the other two and said: "I will wait for you tonight on the playground. If you don't show up, I'll let you know that I know your smell and that I can find you everywhere. I will hunt you down, and when I catch you, you'll wish that you'd listened to me."

We were brought back to the station, after we were dragged out of the morgue. It looked like we took too long and our gentle driver had other things to do. When we arrived, we were kicked out of the car and damned back in our cells. That was fine with me, because I needed silence to think. The engravings wouldn't let me go. 'Matthew 6:14'. What did it mean? Was it a code? Who was Matthew? And why did it feel familiar?

I grabbed a notebook from my drawer and started to write down everything that came to mind. Those numbers, was that the time of the murder? I could ask when Derrick got found, then I could calculate if the time was right. If I could have just seen the engravings of the first corpse, then maybe it could have helped me understand. I wrote down what Kalma found out about the fangs.

Operated, not pulled.

The murderer knew how to stitch. But that could mean a lot.I sighed and leaned against the chair. I told myself that I would not get myself involved, for my own health. If a vampire was far away from his vigor, they would become a ticking time bomb. In addition, none of this was helping me cool down the growing anger I was feeling. However, here I was, thinking about two corpses, one of which was a vampire I knew, and the knowledge of not knowing.