Nocturnal I: Silver and Blood

Chapter 9: Homecoming

A/N: More Pages than eleven from here but some editing may seem off to some viewers so please forgive me for any editing errors that may look unorganized. Enjoy!!

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     Frederick sat on a stool shirtless as Jonathan began to stitch up his enormous open bloody horizontal cut which he received on the back. Fred bites the bottom of his lip resisting the sharpness of every stitch he takes and closes his eyes tightly. Jonathan, noticed how he is becoming to vulnerable when he fights vampires through these past weeks. He has been bruised and grazed by Gareth, now he is being stitched up by Jonathan after being cut by a fierce vampire. He needs help, thought Jonathan as he made the last stitch seal the wound. Fred let's out a groan as he clenches his teeth together with eyes sweating like tears and exhales large amounts of air.

    "Frederick, I believe you must rest for at least a whole week until your wounds are healed," stated Jonathan after witnessing the condition Frederick is always putting himself in.

"No, Jonathan. These creatures deserve to be hunted down like animals. All I know is I have to purify London and soon the world of these monsters now. They must be wiped out," said Frederick letting his stress filled emotions from earlier reappear.

  "What do you mean no? Can't you see young man that you have a deep cut on your back and that you're now all of the sudden preaching about genocide," said Jonathan shocked about Frederick's sudden need to commit mass murder on an entire species of vampire.

"I am a blood hunter, Jonathan! I have been trained for this almost my whole life! All these monsters do is kill, laugh at us mortals, fuck, and take away those we love and turn them into slaves," cried out Frederick jumping up from his chair walking away from Jonathan in his room standing across from him. '

   "You don't sound like a blood hunter and I can already catch the scent of madness taking over that young brain of yours," insulted Jonathan with his arms crossed watching Frederick pace back and forth.

"Oh when did you ever give a bloody damn about vampires? When? No, that even reminds me didn't they take Abigail from you Jonathan," replied Frederick bringing up Jonathan's wife rudely and unexpectedly.

  "Don't you ever bring up my wife mister Calvin. You don't have the slightest idea what love is. As a matter of fact that hotel you went to dress up for and that vampire girl you met. That was a dear friend wasn't it?" asked Jonathan revealing one of Frederick's deepest secrets and knowing Jonathan spied on him.

"You hairy bastard. You spied on me and that's how you came to save me from Gareth in that alleyway. Because you followed me to that hotel why?" asked Frederick as he was in shock feeling defeated by the argument with Jonathan.

"Trust can go many ways, Frederick Calvin. You see I have this way of keeping close tabs with acquaintances and friends. I watched you talk to her as if it were a reunion and I saw you dance with her. She could've turned you into what she is at any second but you didn't even have an urge to kill her a vampire and neither did she have the urge to drink your blood. Perhaps I was wrong maybe you do know a thing about falling in love for your age," stated Jonathan as he watched Frederick with dead cold eyes.

     Frederick was lost within the truth being thrown at his face by Jonathan. He stepped back with his eyes growing to tears of fear, but he held them back and choked on what words he wanted to say. Jonathan, please don't kill her. No, what was I saying this whole time? I gone mad over a bloody fight with Corvo. I was wrong, why am I fighting and have I forgotten my purpose?, thought Frederick as he wondered if the hunts and accomplishments with hunting down monsters has become pointless. No, deep down for him it wasn't but he needed to see her again as promised at the place where they grew up together in, he needs to go back to his worst nightmare in order to remember what he is trying to stop. Frederick with his eyes watery begins to grab his black tailcoat and put it on through the sleeves quickly to meet up with Adele at the burned cathedral where they were both raised and reaches over with his hoodie up over his head. Jonathan watched him leave the room and didn't bother to stop him at all when he was leaving. You foolish boy, he needs to walk and find that vampire girl of his for comfort, he's gonna need a break from this small place, thought Jonathan as he sat down with a bottle of whiskey ready to be poured out.