Where Were You? (Merome)

Chapter 11:

Jerome's POV:

As soon as I slam the door I break down. Sliding down the door I just cry. Crying about Mitch, crying for my stupidity, crying for everything I did to Mitch to put him in danger. To be honest though, I'm starting to feel super guilty for what I said to Adam. It WASN'T all his fault, but you know I got caught up in the heat of the moment. Great, now I probably just messed up everything. If I ever get Mitch back, I swear I will make sure he never gets hurt again. Even if its at the cost of our relationship together.

"Only guilty now are you?"

Jumping, I look at where the voice came from and are met with blood red eyes. I instantly grab his neck and start to choke him, but he's stronger and throws me to the ground. He puts his sneaker on my chest like he's about impale me with a sword or something. Putting more weight on my chest he gives me a cold look. Taking out a small bottle of thick red blood, he places it next to me. It's about the size of a hospital blood bag. Why does it smell so nice?

"Relax, I'm here to feed you cause you obviously can't."

"At least I don't go biting everybody like you."

"What makes you think I do that?"

"What else would you do?"

He gapes at me in what I believe is shock and then amusement. Then he starts to laugh like a maniac like the answer was the most obvious thing.

"What els-"

I'm interrupted by him pressing down a little harder on my chest. Pointing at the blood bag with his right hand he looked at me.

"My turn to ask the questions Jerome."

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you want to know whose blood is in that bottle?"

"No. Why?"

In one swift movement he's right next to my face crouching on the floor. He leans close to my ear and whispers;

"Its your boyfriend's."

Then he's gone. I let the reality sink in. He's draining Mitch! No! He's going to kill him! That kid doesn't even know what the hell he's doing! Trying to relax, I try to think of where he could've taken him. It couldn't have been too far because he still has to be in a house, even an abandoned one. Kid like him looks too impatient to build his own little house. Then again, I underestimated him before.

What did he do to deserve this?

Jakes POV:

After I gave the blood bag to Jerome, I felt kind of guilty. I'm still guilty about abducting Mitch the way I did, but Jerome needs to learn he can't just use him as a blood bag! What kind of boyfriend just keeps you around to drain your blood? I wouldn't, never! I would never, ever, hurt him for as long as I live. If I did, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

Taking a running leap off the roof I fall towards the ground and at the last second turn into a raven, swooping up and into the skies. Skimming above the clouds, feeling the warm sunlight on my dark feathers, it was so peaceful. I fly up here, above the clouds because for a brief second, I can feel carefree. No worries, no anxiety, no sadness. Everything goes away. Still though, I have someone to take care of down there.

Letting myself fall back towards the earth I fly towards a abandoned mansion I found in the woods. Mitch is just swinging on the small tire swing I made on a tree. Crap. I didn't tie him up too well then. Why didn't he just run away though? Landing on the branch of the tree he was swinging on, I turn into a small black cat. Jumping down I meow loudly at him. Mitch stops and comes over to pet me. He pets me and rubs my belly grinning the whole way. After a little bit he stops and after I walk about a couple feet away I transform back into my human self. Surprisingly, he doesn't look scared or surprised. Could Jerome be shape shifting? Already? Walking up to me he grabs my cold hand. His hand is like a toaster, giving me warmth.