Wrong Mate

Chapter 4 - Jordan

• Jordan •

Vampires.

Our hearts thump for the thickness of blood pumping through our veins. This is our adrenelaine, our way of living and it isn't like all of us chose it. I don't really enjoy stealing blood but it's my career; sustaining life is my payment.

I entered the household to be greeted by Rosie, the second oldest out of everyone in the house. There weren't many of us at all, but we stayed in our close assemblage because in all reality, we were the same as a werewolf pack. We were one large family bound to get sick of each other, especially since we didn't reproduce or age or die. She was sat upon the couch, indulging herself in a wine glass full of blood. I slowly sauntered over to her and took it out of her hand, waiting patiently for her annoyed greeting.

"Jordan," she let out a breath, looking up from the book she read to expectantly hold out her hand. "Give it back."

"Give what back?" I asked before washing down the rest of it. I looked down into the now emptied glass and grieved the blood's abscense. "I'm sorry," I handed it over.

"I don't want that shit now."

"Did Ryan get anymore blood bags?"

"There's like three in the refrigerator, but shouldn't you go see her first?" She asked softly, voice full of worry.

"Her?" I questioned back.

"You're not serious are you? Go up there Jordan or I swear I will drink the rest of those blood bags for you."

"Isn't Ryan going to get anymore?"

"Not until tomorrow." I didn't care for this new found information, especially because she knew that if I didn't have those blood bags, I would kill a few people here and there. Rosie was the good one, strict diet on deer and blood bags, never once killing or harming another human being. "Just go up, c'mon. You know she doesn't have much longer." I complied to her instruction, climbing up the stairs to her bedroom. The door was wide open and I could do nothing but wait and watch as Nick injected her with vervain.

I didn't trust Nick around her, I hated him and everyone knew it. If anyone thought I could get nefarious, they haven't met him. This vampire was the cause to so many deaths and he had no mercy to or for anything in the world, ever. We hated each other and it went no further than that.

Lia - the one he was injecting - was sick. She had been bitten by a werewolf two weeks ago and was infected with that disease. It scared me to actually see this play out and none the less made me want to kill werewolves even more. I had blocked my emotions out 39 years ago, so it was easy for me to not cry and to not care but what I knew was, some of it was still there.

"Get away from her," I demanded and he looked back at me, flicking the syringe into the trash can and turning to face me.

"Not like you were here to take care of her anyway."

"I don't care."

"Of course you don't, because you would have taken that werewolf bite for her, right?"

"I wasn't there," I protested.

"Where were you? Somewhere off pretending to be a little frat boy?"

"Fuck you, Nick."

"I'm not the one letting another loved one slip out of my hands. Or wait, what was it? Right, you can't even face your emotions from that last break up so you turned them off, ah." He breathed, smiling warmly and looking back down at Lia. "He's here." She nodded her head, dismissing him with just that. "Well, I should really leave you guys to it," he bumped past me on his way out, lingering around and anticipating my anger. "Oh yeah, have you seen Aiden and Carly?"