I'm Not Innocent

Chapter 10- One Step Ahead

small A/N, I reread the earlier chapters, and they all suck. I might redo them. Not sure but I might. Okay continue reading this shit story lol

(Vincent's POV)

As I breathed in, a sharp intake of rust and metallic smell hit me hard like a rock. As if I wasn't used to it already, it made me sick to my stomach. The sickening, musty, overpowering smell got stronger with every small step I took. I think Jeremy outdid himself this time. He really went all out on this poor guy. I gripped my damaged arm in pain as I slowly and carefully descended down the stairs. Once I finally hit the bottom of the shallow stone steps, I squinted in the darkness, scanning the area quickly. I saw no glint of pink, or the horrifying dull shade of red whatsoever. The only light source that was present at the moment had seemed to burn out. It was dark all around. Fearing the worst, I struggled around with my good arm on the side of the wall searching for the light switch. After about 30 seconds, my fingers brushed over the little nub poking out from the cement. I flipped it up quickly and immediately shielded my eyes from the dull glow followed by a small buzz that came from the lights, echoing quietly off the stone walls. After blinking the darkness out from my eyes, I glanced around the room, my gaze instantly locked onto the pair of familiar bodies lying on the ground ever so peacefully. A look of surprise and slight concern washed over my face as I ran towards them, but then skidded to a stop.

Thankfully, they weren't dead, but they were both sleeping. Their breathing patterns were similar in tempo, practically the exact same. I guess them lying in pools of blood kind of threw me off.

Mike had his head resting on top of Jeremy's, while he laid his on the older male's shoulders. I carefully rubbed my arm and shook my head. This guy has more control over the kid than I ever had, and he hasn't even known him for what? 2 years? How does he do it?

The question became less important than the task at hand and was pushed into the back of my mind for now. I quietly made my way towards the two of them with a sigh. It would have been kind of a cute sight to see, besides the fact they were both covered in various spots with dried blood, their clothes were damp with crimson red, the small brunette having much more than the bigger one next to him, but still equally as disgusting. I don't want them to get any disease or anything, plus it's kind of sick just letting them lay in blood, but I couldn't do anything about it. I can't lift much with only one arm. I frowned slightly, looking down at the arm. I hated the feeling of being useless. My attention turned to the cause of my problems. I don't remember his name; I never really do, but that man in the chair who was torn apart by Jere deserved what he got. You should have seen the look on Jeremy's face when he saw me doubled over in pain as I brought the new guy in.

I smiled at the thought and turned my attention back over to the alive ones. As I looked over them, I took into detail that Mike had red splotches painting over the once clean bandages, most of it looking recent. It must have been his blood. The patterns don't look like it was from someone else. Next to him on the ground were the ibuprofen me and Jeremy would use to help headaches and such. That probably won't do Mike any good. I've known this man for a while; I know his past. Correct me if I'm wrong, but he was the bite 87' victim. He was lucky enough to survive and still live a somewhat normal life. How he did it, is still unknown. It's extraordinary to say the least. My eyes stayed locked onto his head as shiver runs down my spine, and I have the sudden urge to feel his scars. When I was putting on a fresh bandage earlier, Jeremy wouldn't let me touch the scars. I obviously did the bandages, but he cleaned it up himself while I watched. He was afraid I was going to do something to Mike.