I'm Not Innocent

Chapter 6- What Happened??

(Jeremy's POV)

"...W-well?" I asked nervously, waiting for my question to be answered. I watched the two men who where in my room , on the floor, looking exhausted, yet were giving each other terrified glances. Mike was blushing like mad, and Vincent looked pale. He ran a hand through his violet hair and glanced at mike. "Uhm...let's just say that the liquefied medicine didn't work..." he trailed off and mumbled a few words under his breath. Wait....the medicine didn't work....which means....oH FUCK
"Oh my god, oh my god I didn't do anything to you guys did I??" Vincent looked down at his lap and mike covered his red face with his right hand. The other hand fiddled with the fabric of his pants. "Oh god..." I started to tear up. "I-i am so sorry oh gosh...." Vincent stood up and sat next to me on my bed, pulling me into a hug . I pressed my face into the area between his neck and shoulders and gripped his shirt, repeating sorry over and over again. He patted my head "hey its alright. You didn't do anything that bad this time. You just kissed me. That was it." He was lying. I didn't just kiss him. I knew it. But I guess he told me something. He pulled out of the hug and glance at mike. He was just watching from afar awkwardly, with his hands in his lap. I sniffed and rubbed my eyes. "W-what time is it...?" I asked him quietly. He checked his watch. "9:40" I sighed and ran a hand through my messy hair. Vincent clapped his hands. "How about we make some breakfast, hm?" He looked at me, then mike. He nodded, and so did I. Vincent sat up and stretched. Mike doing the same. I climbed put of my bed, and hopping out. Mike glanced at me and quickly looked away, covering his face again. I was confused until I looked at what he was so flustered about. I only had my big pink sweater that went a little past my waist on with just my boxers underneath. I pulled the bottom of my sweater down to cover it and blushed. Vincent chuckled and patted my head. "Just so you know, you took those off before you came to us. Don worry. Get changed. We'll wait for you downstairs." I nodded, and as soon as they left, I started looking for my pants. 'Where are they?'

(Mike's POV)

I still had a fuck ton of questions to ask both of them. Vincent went into the kitchen, and I followed. Might as well get some of these answered. He crouched down to the covert and rummaged through it, while I leaned on the counter. "Soooo Vincent. How do you get food and whatever if your murders and what not." I twirled my hands slightly. He shrugged and got out a couple of pots and pans. "Your only in trouble if you get caught." He snickered when he saw the look on my face. I cleared my throat and sat up straight. "Well I have a couple of unanswered questions still." I told him, watching him take out some ingredients. He nodded, not even glancing at me. "Ask away Michael." He continued to cook
"How old are you. I know that Jeremy is 19..."
"I'm 22. A year older than you."
I nodded. "How long have you guys been 'working'" I moved my fingers in a quoting sign.
"5 years" he cracked some eggs into a bowl
"How come you've never been caught, or even suspected?"
"Evidence. We are good at what we do. Nobody notices that they are gone." He smirked and whisked the eggs. "Though there was one time where Jere had almost got caught, But we prevented that issue." I thinned my lips into a line.
"What happens if Jere cut himself? Or if he sees dried blood or pictures of blood? What about animals blood?"
He chuckled. "one question at a time Micheal." he paused for a moment to think. "He only turns when he sees fresh blood. Though, he had said that seeing pictures or whatever gives him a little shock of some kind. And no, he can't turn by seeing his own blood. and animal blood doesn't effect him" He stared to get out some flour and milk. 

It was silents between us, then I had another question.  
"Did Jeremy have this all his life or did he develop it overtime?"
He stopped, and slowly turned in my direction. My heart skipped a beat and I looked nervous. was that offensive thing to say?? My eyes darted around the room. He started continuing on his cooking slowly. "I...I'll answer that on a different time, but let's just say that his mother and father abandoned him because they found out about his 'problem' but they didn't want him hurt, so they set him up for adoption. Then one day my parents bought him and we have gotten very close. my mom cut her hand one day and we found out about his problem. Well...I did. The cops tried to take him away, but i knew it wasn't his fault. I told them i can fix him. So we ran away. It was tough, but I managed to get a job at the age of 14, and then he got his current job 2 years ago. I was very nervous to let him in public..." he trailed off, I noticed his eyes getting a little wet. He wiped them on his sleeve. "S-sorry. Hah, I didn't mean to get so far into detail." He poured the eggs into the pan, and started working on what I think is pancakes. That raised more questions in me.
"Wait, so Jeremy....killed your p-"
"Yes. Now, enough talking about this topic. Jeremy is really sensitive about this and he'll be here soon. I don't think he wants me talking about his life story without him."
I nodded in understatement and sighed. 
Jeremy came running over to Vincent with a smile. "I found them!" He said with a giggle. I smiled at that. He wore a pair of dark pink skinny jeans and his pink sweater. This kid sure likes the colour pink.
I hesitantly began to eat, thinking that he poisoned it maybe. I am cautious around these too. I didn't let my guard down. We talked about the events that happened before.  After we ate our breakfast, I went to place my plate in the sink and saw Vincent pull Jeremy aside and whispered something to him. I watched in curiosity. Maybe even a little fear. They do murder after all. Jeremy nodded and looked down. Vincent walked up to me, and I stepped back out of reflex. He held his hands out in a deference pose. "Woah, calm down, im not gonna do anything." He said, backing up and giving me space. I relaxed a little. "Mike, me and Jeremy need to talk." He glanced back at Jeremy. "Alone"
I looked at Jeremy, then back to Vincent. I nodded slowly and back away. I didn't want to get into whatever they were getting into. I walked into the corridor and instead of going into the room, I decided to eavesdrop and listen in on their conversation. I know its wrong but they could be plotting my murder. Who knows.
Vincent was holding Jeremy, they lowered to the ground. He was muttering some words that i couldn't make out to him. Jeremy shook his head violently and said something along the lines of "what if mike sees?"   
I stop listening and ran my nails through the bandages that were covering my head. My eyes were wide and I  ran to what I think is the guest room. I shut the door quickly, but as quiet as possible. I decided to tune them out. Not wanting to hear them anymore. I heard some yelling, but i didnt care. So they weren't planning my murder, but it might be someone else's....

(Jeremy's POV)

Vincent looked and made sure mike was gone, but he whispered anyway. "Jere, we need to get rid of someone. You need to let it out. Its time. And if you don't, you will only get worse!" He snapped, but he still whispered. I dropped to the ground slowly, holding my head. Vincent held me on the way down. I shook my head. No no no....I don't wanna. "Vincent I can't. Not while we have him over. What if mike sees?" I started to shake. "Jeremy stop. We have to keep him here, other wise he'd tell someone. I know he would. But you can't keep holding it in. Your getting stronger. You actually started....to control mike in a way...." he said slowly. I stopped. "C-controlled....him?!" I yelled. Not caring if mike heard or not. "Jeremy cal-" "no!" I cut him off. "Y-you told me...that I just trapped you in a room and kissed you. Nothing else. That's what you said at the table during breakfast!" I shot up, my hands balled into fists. I still feel bad about what I did, but I didn't think I did more. He made it sound like that was all I did. My eyes twitched. "Tell me." I said sternly. He stood up slowly, holding his hands out the same way he did with mike. "Tell you w-" "tell me what happened!!" I yelled, cutting him off again. He flinched, backing away. My eyes started getting wet. I didn't care. "T-tell me...what I did to you guys that night. I-I want..." I sniffed."...I want to know" I let out a sob, wiping my eyes. Vincent sighed, lowering his hands slightly. "Alright...just calm down." I stopped crying, but my eyes were still damp, and glared at him. "Y-you want me to be calm?! How could I!? Your the only person I trust and you don't tell me..." I paused mid sentence, my eyes widened, my expression turning from anger to a terrifying realization. "...anything...." I finished. He looked at me with confusion. I ran a hand through my hair. Guilt rising within me. "T-that...must be how mike feels....about...me" Vincent looked at me, his eyes were filled with sorrow. "Jeremy, listen to me. Were gonna tell mike everything. as soon as you let it out. It has to be tonight. If not, who knows what you can do. I'll tell you what happened that night on another time. But right now, we need to track down someone and fast. Its only..." he glanced at his watch" half past noon. We've got plenty of time. We'll work tonight. Then you get some sleep. Mike won't see a thing." He reassure me. I hesitantly nodded at him, my eyes pointed at the floor. He walked up to me slowly and pulled my into another hug. I hugged back tightly, apologizing to him again. He told me it was fine.
We proceeded downstairs, making our way around tables, chairs and trays. We came up to the hat and he pulled a name out, unfolding the paper, and reading it in his head first, then out loud. "The person tonight is Jacob Lean." I glanced at the slip of paper. "What did he do?"
"He attempted murder, and got away from it." I nodded, and he stuffed the tiny slip of paper into his pocket. We headed back upstairs, Mike was hopefully in the guest room.
"M-mike?" I called out. I waited for the response I never got. "Michael?" Vincent tried. We gave each other a look, and started to walk towards the guest room. We creaked open the door, and found him there. He fell asleep. I smiled slightly, and Vincent sighed with relief. "We should let him get his rest. He's been through a lot, with his job and the events that happened, he needs this. Come on." He lead me out and closed the door, then walked into the living room area. I sat on the couch, and Vincent stretched. "I'm gonna go and get our victim, you stay and watch mike till I give you the signal. I'll be right back, alright?" I nodded, and he patted my head. "Thank you for cooperating. I promise I'll explain everything" I nodded again. He ruffled my hair and walked towards the door. "I'll be back soon." And with that, he shut the door.