The Immortal Blood

Chapter 15

 Todd had closed the conversation, staring at the phone silently for some time, then left the bar where he was drinking to return home quickly.
Axel and Dimitri seemed absent, they had to be out feeding, while Vernon was comfortably seated in an armchair with a brandy between his fingers.
"VERNON" he had thundered, walking around the armchair to go towering in front of him.
"Oh, someone talked to our young adonis, didn't they?" The other one had looked at him unperturbed.
"Did you go to Adam to intimidate him?"
"Is that what he said to you? I went to see him to make things clear, Todd. "
Valentine had begun to see red, but he had managed to keep control.
"There's nothing to clear up, old man. Adam is neither your blood bag nor your future bitch! "
"My bitch!" Vernon had raised an eyebrow and laughed. "You mean like YOU?"
Todd had smashed a heavy hand on the armrest, going to pour himself a drink. "I'm not proud of my past. But if I was your slut, it was because you made me that way. " He had pierced him with his eyes, his hands trembling with anger. He wanted to pulverize him, but unfortunately it was more complicated than expected.
"Oh, of course. We never agreed on that, did we?"
"There's little to agree with when you killed me without telling me, you fucking asshole. . . "
Vernon had taken a long sip from his glass, shrugging his shoulders. "In any case, I must acknowledge that I was wrong about your adonis. . . "
"What do you mean?"
"I was convinced it was all your fantasy. . . well, you never stop learning. "
Todd had stared at Vernon as if he had two heads, but he had kept quiet, trying to decipher his sibylline speech.
"After all, now that I've had an heart-to-heart conversation with him, I can say that I'm not at all surprised. You two are similar, even though the boy seems to have the brains that you miss. "
Finally, a switch had plugged into the head of the youngest vampire, leaving him struck.
"I understand your involvement, Todd, but that doesn't change things: the boy may warm your bed, but we all need his blood. "
Valentine had made a sound similar to a menacing growl: "No. "
Vernon had sighed, his head resting on the back of chair, dark eyes closed. "You can't fight it, Todd. You know you have no chance against me, so why don't you give up?"
"Never!" Todd had slammed his old-fashioned Scotch on the shelf. "Adam will never be yours, if it's the last thing I do, Vernon. "
"I'll have to take your word for it, then. . . " the old vampire had looked at him with detachment, standing up to leave the room.
Valentine had repressed the urgency of grabbing his head and smashing his skull against the wall, seizing the liquor and going towards his Porsche to run and talk to Adam. Things didn't look good. They absolutely had to come up with a plan.