Fury

Mors Tua, Vita Mia

For a week I had been following Jackson basically becoming his shadow. It was difficult to not get caught but I feared him being alone. I didn't think that Mark would make a move on him while he was surrounded by other officers or inside the NYPD building, but I didn't trust him. All communication with Mark were fruitless, he wasn't answering my calls or my texts, even poor Joy didn't know where he was. The bastard had completely disappeared. He was now like a snake, hiding low in the grass waiting for his opportunity to strike. My nerves were damn near shot at this point. Jackson and I never really got to discuss where our complicated relationship was going, other normal crimes committed by them were putting added strain on the cops, so he was constantly busy. That meant he was out and about and made my job of keeping track of him much harder.

I was sitting across from the diner now, watching him having breakfast with Timothy, wishing I was biting into those delicious pancakes too. Joy was serving them and although I couldn't feel her energy, she didn't seem like her usual upbeat self. Something about her body language was off. I guess she was sad that Mark was not around, she had really liked him. It annoyed me that her energy was not the same as before because of him, it was like he had taken a piece of what makes Joy so.....joyful.

Suddenly I felt my wings begin to twitch under my black coat and the feeling of being watched crept up into my chest. Was Mark here? I looked around and didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but I knew he had to be lurking around. I was tired from the lack of sleep and the lack of hunting. It didn't feel right to hunt anymore, but for how long could I hold off on not fulfilling my natural instincts? A succubus cannot survive without energy, and I was starting to look a little worn down as well. My beauty was fading in tiny increments the longer I stayed without sustenance. I was truly in turmoil.

My eyes suddenly caught movement, but it wasn't Mark, instead Jackson and Timothy were exiting the diner and heading in separate directions. Shit. That meant that Wang would be alone, a prime target. I got up and stealthily fell into stride with the other New Yorkers on the street, carefully following him without making myself too obvious, which is hard to do when your hair is the color of fire. Jackson was walking pretty fast, heading in the direction of my favorite building and I wondered where the hell was he going? Why would he head in that direction?

Suddenly his phone rang, he stopped, chatted for a bit and changed course, making me exhale in relief. If he had been heading towards the empty building I'm sure Mark would've tried to apprehend him there. I watched as he hailed a cab and I lost track of him. Fuck. Maybe he was going back to the police station? I wasn't sure, so I grabbed a cab to hopefully catch up with him. I felt my phone vibrate in my purse and surprisingly it was a text from Mark: I'm guessing you know now. Next to his words was a coffin emoji and an icy cold chill ran down my spine. Mark knew that I knew he was trying to kill Jackson! I wasn't just being paranoid earlier. He had been there watching me and watching Jackson too! Another message came through and it was from him again: It's for our kind. Why was he trying to justify this? It came off kind of like an apology, which was weird coming from him. I didn't care what he thought, I wasn't going to let him do anything to Jackson. Jackson was MINE. As much as my cab tried to follow wang's we eventually lost track of him making my anxiety really kick up. How did they deal with all these influxes of emotion on a daily basis? No wonder they were always hopped up on pills and drugs. I wonder how my kind would react to Xanax because I felt like I needed 10 of them right about now. Frustrated I decided to just have the can drop me off on the corner so I could call Jackson and see where the hell he was going.

"Hey baby" His sexy deep voice came through the phone on the 4th ring.

I involuntarily smiled, "Hey. How are you?"

"I'm ok" He sighed, "How are you?"

"I'm great!" I lied, "Are you still working?"

"I was but then I had some food with Timothy and now I'm heading back home" He replied.