Heart Of Protectors {#2}

Part 4

[Part 4]

“You need a life, my brother.” Chris announced as the weapon specialist strutted into his office. “We need to get you laid.”

Jean-Jacques swallowed his stern lecture about knocking doors, and looked up from his desk just in time as Chris took a seat across him, placing a pistol down on the desk before him.

“I have a life –a second one that we’ve all been given by Cian.” Jean-Jacques replied pleasantly, reaching forwards to receive Chris’s newest weapon –something that seemed harmless. With his strange, modern Coven member, Jean-Jacques knew better than to take chances with Chris’s trinkets. A small pistol could pack crazy punch when it came to Chris’s hands, for the young vampire tended to go a little overboard when it came to experimenting. “What is this?”

“My new invention.” The young vampire replied proudly, as if it wasn’t obvious. Jean-Jacques waited in silence for more. “Bullets custom-modified with garlic powder. It’s just a gun, except when the bullet lodges into a vampire’s body, the garlic releases upon impact. Harmless to humans unless there's an extreme allergy reaction to garlic, but enough to paralyze any rightful vampire.”

Jean-Jacques didn’t even want to ask how Chris had incorporated the garlic powder into the bullet by himself, simply sliding the magazine out of the pistol, and finding nothing wrong with the bullets. It was deceptively normal, but given his many years with Chris, he knew better than to question.

“Have you tried this yet?”

“Do you want to?” Chris questioned with a bright grin, as if delighted at the prospect of having a guinea pig.

Jean-Jacques slid the magazine back into the pistol, and pulled clicked the safety off. Without a blink of an eye, he turned, aimed the gun with dead precision, and shot at the wall. The bang fired loud, but recoil meant nothing to a vampire as Chris jerked in his seat, surprised at his sudden movement.

“What the-” Chris began to say, but Jean-Jacques was already standing before the bullet hole in the wall, surveying the results. The bullet hole seemed perfectly normal, but Jean-Jacques watched as something red begin to flow –seemingly to come from the bullet itself.

“Red garlic juice?” He questioned, retrieving a piece of cloth from the table, and wiping the liquid off the wall before it trickled down.

“Yeah, just in case people got too suspicious. It looks like blood.” Chris replied, joining him by the wall, but wrinkling his nose in distaste to the pungent smell. Jean-Jacques steeled his nerves, and brought the cloth close to his nose.

The heavy, choking scent of garlic went straight up his nose, and Jean-Jacques coughed a little.

“Too strong.” He made out after wiping the tears that had gathered around his eyes. “If you’re looking to paralyze a vampire for a month, this works. We’re looking at hours, maybe a day. What if we accidentally shoot this on our own vampires?”

The look on Chris’s face seemed almost as if someone had taken his favorite candy away, as the young vampire scowled and snatched the pistol back, hitting the safety back on.

“But it’s no fun if it doesn’t pack a punch!” Chris complained, and Jean-Jacques sighed. Being younger, Chris naturally took things differently. The war seemed so much like a game to Chris and Vanda, but it was most definitely not so for him.

If they were in a vampire war, anyone could die in an instant. Information and intelligence was what was important; not having fun. The sooner Chris got that idea; the sooner the war could end in their favor.