Fury

Discovery

I thought my time in Jersey would've been beneficial to my mental well-being, but it left me more shell-shocked than soothed. I had made 2 discoveries. The first one was the 99.9% probability of Jackson not being one of them and the second was that I did not enjoy my hunt with Mark. Since I was already on the brink of a mental breakdown I chalked up not enjoying the hunt due to the fact that I was with Mark instead of alone. I can't even recall the last time I hunted with someone, I had really grown to become a recluse as Joy liked to call me.

It wasn't necessarily that I didn't enjoy the act of drawing in the energy of my victim because that felt fucking amazing as usual, it was the physical act needed to obtain the energy that I didn't quite enjoy. I hated to admit it, but the sex did not compare to the mind-blowing experience I had with Jackson. He had ruined me, I was now tainted for anyone else. But it was okay to enjoy it because he wasn't one of them, right? That eased the fear of possibly shaming my ancestors but just because he was one of us doesn't mean he couldn't be a foe to my kind. I had to find out more, so I picked a time when I knew he'd be at work to come to his apartment.

Thankfully I still had the key to his place. After meticulously checking to see if he had any kind of video or audio recording in his house and finding none, I began to deconstruct his kitchen for any signs of him hiding something. The living room, his balcony, his hallway closets and coat closet by the door were a bust as well. I was just about to start on his bedroom when I heard the door open and close, the sound of keys being thrown on the table making me panic. Oh fuck! I had lost track of time and didn't anticipate him coming home from work so early. Shit. The only thing I could think of as I heard his footsteps coming down the hallway was to jump into his bed and pretend to be sleeping. I fussed with my hair and got under the covers willing my breathing and heart rate to slow down so that I appeared to be in deep sleep. Seconds later I heard the door open and I heard him sigh.

I couldn't open my eyes to see what he was doing but I assumed he was leaning against the door frame watching me "sleep". I fought the urge to laugh with all my strength as I heard his feet shuffling against the floor and finally the bed dipped beside me. He placed a tender kiss on my forehead and I pretended to stir and slowly wake from my fake ass nap. He was looking down at me with an adorable smile, his eyes were slits from how wide he was smiling.

"Hey sleepyhead. How long have you been knocked out?" he asked brushing back from hair from my face.

"Hmmm I don't know. Maybe 2 hours" I lied, sitting up and stretching, determined to keep up with my façade, "You're home early".

"I needed a break from the case. The department won't crumble from me not being there for a night" He stated dryly.

"How's the case going?" I asked pulling him into bed with me.

He sat back and closed his eyes before taking a deep breath and saying, "I can't tell you much but whoever this killer is they are smart as hell. Apparently, New York isn't big enough for them. 2 bodies were found in New Jersey 2 days ago".

Shit. I had to choose my words carefully, "What do you mean the killer is smart and how do you know the bodies in Jersey were victims of the same killer?"

"Coroner says so. Anyway, the killer so far hasn't left any trace of him or herself. But eventually they will, and I'll be waiting for that moment. I have never ever been unable to solve a case" He explained.

I swear the blood in my veins stopped flowing as soon as his last statement touched my ears. Jackson always solved his cases? What does that mean for me? And for Mark? I had to make sure that I contacted him soon. My wings began to tingle behind me and I scratched my back a little before I could stop myself, luckily Wang didn't notice. My inner form was telling me to just kill him right now. She didn't give any fucks about him being like us or not, but my current form battled against that. I could smell his usual herbal cologne and he looked somewhat tired but still handsome laying in the bed with his eyes closed. For some odd reason him looking so tired concerned me, I could feel myself frowning.