Fury

Confessions

His apartment was a 20-minute cab ride away from the restaurant, it didn't scream obvious wealth, but it had the aura of a man who did well for himself. There was no way Jackson was maintaining this place on the salary of a cop, even if he was the chief of police. His apartment was decorated in a modern and minimalist sort of way. It was without much of a feminine touch indicating that he had not lived with a female counterpart, at least not here or not anymore if he had it redecorated. His apartment seemed to match his personality, like his clothing and herbal cologne, his place suited him very well.

"I like your place, it's very you" I said looking around gathering as much detail as I could.

"Thanks. Make yourself at home, I'm gonna get started on the hot chocolate".

He disappeared off somewhere heading to his kitchen and I decided to take a little solo tour of his place, gathering bits and pieces of information as I went along. I recognized some of the art prints that he had on his walls from the artist Caravaggio, he was talented artist of their kind and actually painted one of us but most of them only knew her as a courtesan. Moving down a hallway I spotted more art but from artists I didn't recognize and therefore didn't bother to inspect further. The apartment smelled like some sort of mix between sage, fresh elderflower and lavender. It was pleasing, and I realized that Wang likes the traditional herbal scents unlike the heavier muskier smell that I usually get from the male counterparts of their kind. I felt his presence come up behind me and I turned to see him in just his dress shirt and pants with 2 hot chocolates in hand. He was barefoot and although he was still wearing his dinner clothes, he looked quite comfortable and at ease.

"That one is called The Calling of St. Matthew" He said referring to the Caravaggio piece in front of me.

"I know" I replied, "My favorite of his is Judith Beheading Holofernes".

He looked at me curiously and I tried to keep as stoic of a face as possible. Of course, I would like the painting of man getting his head cut off by a female. It was only fitting of my kind.

"I have to say I'm surprised you know Caravaggio. Most people don't" he said turning around and I followed him.

"I'm not most people" I smiled a sinister smile at the back of his head.

My inner form was begging to be released at this point. I had Jackson alone in his home in a vulnerable state. The time to do what I do best was approaching but I had to be patient, I had to reel in my desire and not do anything to make him suspicious of me before my time would come. We sat on the couch that faced his balcony and looked at the night sky through his open blinds sipping our hot chocolates slowly.

"I'm really surprised you invited me here" I said breaking the silence, "Were supposed to be continuing our chat, right?".

"You're right" he said licking his bottom lip, "I have to tell you something".

I felt the heartbeat of my current form begin to speed up as I set down my mug on his coffee table and I waited for him to go on.

"I haven't done this whole thing in a while. I mean, it's been a while since I've had any kind of situation like this" He began looking at me straight into my eyes.

If I had a soul I would say he could see it the way he was piercing me with his intense gaze. "I'm not the most charming and suave or cool or whatever word people use these days" He said continuing on.

"You're rambling Wang, get to the point" I cut him off and he laughed nervously.

I knew what was coming but this has never happened to me before, there was a strange sensation bubbling up inside of me and I couldn't quite describe what it was that I'm feeling at this very moment. I suddenly felt tired because my body was giving off the energy and I couldn't receive any back from him. He was draining me! I felt a sensation of anxiety as I looked at him for any clue that he knew what he was doing but could find none. He was still rambling, but I couldn't hear his words. It sounded like a whistle was being blown in my ears and the sound at any moment would pop my eardrums. I must have looked like an anxiety ridden mess to him, but his eyes were everywhere but on me as he continued to speak. I didn't usually feel emotions, their kind never brought out anything other than lust and the happiness that comes with sustenance and that sustenance meant death for them. Death for all of them. So, what was this thing I was feeling now? There was something underneath the panic and anxiety which I had grown accustomed to now. Those were necessary for survival, instincts that would keep me and my kind preserved and lasting throughout the ages. But something else was there.