When Red Roses Die

Chapter 30

Lincoln

"Fucking Shifters," I growled, walking towards my truck.

The sounds of planes and a busy runway muddied my thoughts.

Why the fuck do I own a loud-ass airport? Maybe I should invest in silent airplanes. One day..

The driver's door to my awaiting truck opened and a male stepped out. I sniffed the air and caught the scent of ash and wind. When did my airport start hiring dragons?

"How did it go?" The dragon asked. His medium stature and muscle build had me rounding his age to about three hundred years old.

"Do I know you?" I side-eyed the male while throwing my luggage in the backseat of the truck.

"I was recently hired as Kjell's new advisor and I figured I should meet his friends, personally, in order to ensure we start off on the right foot." The man shifted nervously as I stared at him, uninterested.

"You know sucking up to a Van Helsing will get you nowhere right?" I quirked my eyebrow and crossed my arms.

The man suddenly stuttered. "I think you misunderstand. I'm not sucking up. I just-"

"Yeah yeah whatever." I turned around, got in my truck, and rolled down my window. "Quick tip, I suggest you don't try to meet the other originals in person. They aren't as friendly as me."

I left no room for him to speak before I drove off.

The loud sounds of the airport slowly faded into the distance, until the only sounds my supernatural ears picked up were the truck and occasionally some wildlife.

My drive back to the house took about thirty minutes, despite it being a stretch of ninety miles. What? I like speed.

The stress of the past day playing referee faded as the house came into view. That was until my ears picked up on a loud growl.

"The fuck?" I turned my truck off and got out. On instinct, I smelled the air for blood. But it wasn't blood I smelled. Pure anger assaulted my nose.

The house appeared to be in one peace. I noticed the front door was ajar.

I don't know what I expected to see when I walked into my house, but it definitely was not Kjell chasing Oakley around the dining room table like he stole the last cookie from the cookie jar.

Although Kjell was supernaturally gifted with speed, he was no match for Oakley's vampiric speed.

Erik stood in the kitchen hugging Scarlett as she watched the scene unfold.

"Stop fucking moving," Kjell growled, his voice animalistic. I realized that Kjell was not in control. Why would his dragon be mad at Oakley?

"The fuck?" I repeated again.

Oakley is the most chill one of all of us. Why the fuck is Kjell's dragon trying to kill him?

Oakley paused in his running and turned towards me. "Thank fuck." He sighed.

The small distraction was all Kjell needed as he quickly pinned Oakley.

Scarlett gasped when Kjell immediately caught Oakley by the throat. Oakley wisely didn't move as Kjell growled again in his face.

"Lincoln." Erik drew my attention to him and Scarlett. "Kjell will kill him. You need to stop him."

I sighed, maybe a little too dramatically, as I walked over to Kjell and Oakley.

"Kjell." I tried to pull his attention but his eyes were locked on Oakley's throat.

"You hurt her!" He said to Oakley. Oakley's eyes flickered with emotion.