Noah called the guy he'd mentioned earlier as I sat next to the man - or whatever he was - that I'd killed.
Even though it had only been about a month since I'd slit someone's throat, I'd forgotten how it felt. I couldn't remember why I'd done it - killed people. Even though I knew that it was the only way to keep Noah and me safe, I still saw the blood on my hands and felt the need to vomit.
"Hey, my guy is on his way here, okay?" Noah.
I nodded.
"Damn, you've got blood on your face." Noah removed the dark, zip-up hoodie he'd been wearing and used it to gently clean my face. "I'm sorry this happened to you." Noah cupped my face in his hands. "But I'm still trying to understand what's going on here. Why didn't that guy falter when I shot him?"
"Noah I - " I struggled for an explanation.
"He didn't even bleed!"
"I know - "
"What?" Noah asked.
"He - he wasn't human." My voice cracked.
"He could have had a bullet proof vest on," Noah offered.
I shrugged. "You can check."
Noah moved away from me and unbuttoned the man's bloody shirt. "What the hell? There're no wounds!"
I stayed silent, shaking my head and pulled on Noah's jacket, zipping it up all the way.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
"He's not human. Lily wasn't either."
"Right, sure." Noah's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You killed her with a gun."
"No, I didn't. Gabriel killed her. I-I don't know how, but she - her eyes - " I struggled to explain to him what was going.
"Okay. Okay." Noah came over to me, wrapping his arms around me. "This is too much for you right now. Let's talk about this later. Right now, let's get this guy taken care of." Noah's fingers traced the cut from the man's punch. "Let's get you taken care of."
As Noah stood up, I noticed him wince. "You need help too."
"I'm not going back to that damned hospital - "
"No. I know. I'll call Caleb, that nurse from the hospital?"
"You have his phone number?" There was jealousy in Noah's voice.
"Yeah. It's not like that. We ran each other earlier today and we exchanged numbers. He's a really cool guy who I'd like to get to know. Once again, not like that."
I dialed Caleb's number. He picked up on the third ring. "I thought you said you weren't going to initiate conversation," he said by means of hello.
I grinned, remembering my words. "No. It's Noah. We-we got attacked. He's okay, but he took a nasty blow to the stomach."
"Why don't you take him to the hospital."
"Because I've got a friend who knows a thing or two about medicine and I don't want to go back to the hospital."
"Fine. I'll be at your apartment in ten. What's the address?"
"I'll text it to you."
"See you soon."
***
Turns out that Noah's friend was the British coroner from the NYPD.
"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed when his eyes met the body of the man on the ground in a pool of his own blood.
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The Anatomy of Killer
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