Todd quickly replied. "Witches are not human." Xairin stomped his leg again. He cried out.
"WHY DO YOU KILL PEOPLE!? WHY!?"
Todd screamed while Xairin's foot pressed in on the knee. "I ASKED YOU WHY!"
"One of you witches made me kill people, I killed people because a witch made me their personal fucking hitman!"
Xairin released his foot and knelt back down. "So, one bad sensitive makes you think the rest of us were all the same way? Is that it?"
Todd whimpered. Xairin turned around and paced.
"So, this Travis, what's his fucking excuse? Did a sensitive make him do bad things too? Or is he just an asshole?"
Todd spoke up after the pain, let up a little. "Travis was raped by one of you, over and over while that sadistic witch made Travis see him as the devil."
Xairin stopped pacing and looked over his shoulder. "What did you say?"
"You heard me." Todd was trying to catch his breath. "Travis and I met in a halfway house for victims of sensitive manipulation. The sensitive turned Travis into a sex slave, making him see him for the demon he was every fucking night alright until Travis lost his scholarships, his girlfriend, and even his family turning their back on him because of that fucking mind witch, just like the witch that made me kill nine people. It's your kind that is the sadistic ones'. We are just doing God's work!"
Xairin rushed back over to him. "Killing people for no reason other than they are born differently than you, is sadistic," Xairin growled. "I'm sorry a sensitive hurt you and made you do bad things, but what that sensitive made you do, is nothing compared to the amount of death you and your friends have took pleasure in. You have helped kill over a hundred people, innocent people that would never hurt anyone with their powers, and then you and your fucked-up friends started killing normal human beings." Xairin looked at him. "My friend, my best human friend, his name was Rory Winstead, you and your friends killed him too. He was human, a good guy, about to adopt a kid, he just bought a home, he was a good man, a human. Does his name even register with you?"
Todd shook his head. "I've only killed sensitives; the newer teams kill the witch lovers. Tonight, was to be my first witch loving whore!"
Xairin pressed down, crushing the man’s ankle with one firm grip. Todd screamed “FUCK!”
Xairin's lips curled in as he tried not to cry. "Newer teams, huh? Just how many of you fucking are there?"
Xairin’s voice sounded possessed again. "HOW MANY?!"
Todd didn't want to answer. The glimpse of the man standing behind him, starting to transform again, made him talk. "Seventy-four soldiers."
Jason stopped changing.
"Seventy-four of you bastards. Okay, more than I was expecting, but hey, you're down five members now. So, where is your little witch slaying clubhouse, huh?"
"I can't tell you that." Todd sputtered.
Xairin looked over his shoulder. Jason instantly transformed and got on all fours. His snout was right beside Todd's face, snarling and foaming at the mouth. His muzzle opened; Todd shit himself when he saw the teeth. "We are the Soldiers of His Holy Light. We run out of a church near Mullins University."
Xairin knelt down and gently pushed his boyfriend back. "What do you do with the heads?"
Todd whimpered as he continued looking at Jason's vicious teeth. "Trophies, we keep them as trophies. The Monk, has us keep them so that we can prove our kills, and so that another witch can't read the memories in their brains."
Xairin leaned back as his knees dug into the dirt. He sat there looking at Todd. "Is the Monk's name Polanski?"
Todd looked at him with a fearful look on his face. He didn't answer. "Jason, eat his leg."
The werewolf turned his head quickly, biting into Todd's leg hard and shook it. Todd screamed out. "YES! HIS NAME IS MONK POLANSKI!"
Jason let go and growled in the man's face. "The next time you don't answer me, I let him either eat you or turn you, your choice. "Now, you said this Travis was sexually assaulted by a sensitive that made him see a demon?"
Todd nodded. "Travis talked about it a lot when we were in that group home. He said it happened almost every night. He would be tied up in some sort of leather swing, while the devil raped him."
Jason looked at Xairin. Xairin looked off to the side. "Why does my life have to have everything so fucking intertwined. Fucking Cale…"
Todd continued whimpering. "I told you where our base is, I told everything you've asked."
Xairin smirked. He used a claw and slit his wrist. "Drink my blood, and you will heal, and it will give you a much greater chance of being able to make it to the road. Or you can crawl and see if you make it. Your choice."
Todd reached for Xairin's arm and began drinking. His leg started healing; meanwhile, Xairin was using his cells, now multiplying a hundred times faster due to the nimbus gene, they began producing enthralled cells, that allowed him to look deeper into Todd's mind until he found out exactly what Travis looked like. He made sure he knew the exact address, what it looked like inside their warehouse-turned-church, and the underground facilities below. He also learned about plan nine and gasped. He pulled his arm back.
"Go, RUN, RUN AS FAST AS YOU FUCKING CAN."
Todd got up and with his fully healed wounds, took off as fast as the hulking man could run. He ran and jumped over logs, rocks, but didn't see a road.
He looked around in circles until Xairin appeared out of thin air.
"There's no fucking road here!" He whimpered.
"There is, it's just overgrown, and I've changed my mind. You know, I don't want to sound corny at all by saying this, but... I'm really in the mood for some fucking head right about now!"
Xairin reached his hands forward, grasping Todd's round face and twisted his head all the way around. He ripped it upward and smiled as the body hit the grass and Todd’s face was looking up at Xairin, his eye lids still blinking as Xairin held his head, smiling. “I love it when a man gives you head, and lets you keep it.” Smelling the blood, Xairin gave in to his vampiric nature, he raised Todd’s head above him and showered in the blood flowing out of it. He tossed the head to the side and started gorging and sucking, making slurping noises where the head once was. His rage was leading him further into giving in to the tempting nature that his alien side and the vampire bat sided begged for. Meanwhile, Jason showed up and started gnawing on the legs.
The werewolf and the vampire worked together in making a bloodied mess. Xairin feeding, while Jason ripping and gnawing at the body. Once he was full, Jason began to revert to his human form.
Jason was covered in blood, while Xairin's body slowly was absorbing it through his skin. Seeing Jason naked, Xairin's primal urges got the better of him, again. Xairin started taking off his clothing until he was fully undressed and leapt on top of Jason, licking the blood off his face with an inhuman tongue. With the adrenaline going, and the fresh meal, Jason was giving into his primal instincts as well. Jason couldn't help himself and began kissing Xairin. Xairin reached over and pulled the heart out of the body and started eating it while Jason kissed up and down his neck and chest, leading down to his cock.
After he finished with the heart, he moaned as Jason went down on him. Xairin stopped him, raising him upward and pushing him back onto his back. Xairin started licking him all over, tasting the sweet nectar of adrenaline-infused blood. Jason kissing on him and having his cock in his mouth, fueled his primal urges. Xairin reached down and felt Jason's cock grow hard in his hands. He stroked it until it couldn’t get any harder. Not caring about anything other than giving into this, he reached over to the body, and covered his hand in blood from the corpse, and wiped it across his hole, using his victim's blood as a lubricant. Xairin took control and got on top of Jason. He sat down on his throbbing cock and rode it. He reached his hands down, holding Jason’s hands as he held him in place while his body took Jason inside him with each movement he made. Jason began panting and growling. His eyes turning yellow, while Xa
irin's red eyes glowed in the darkness of the forest.
Jason reached up after Xairin let go of his hands. Jason began wrapping his hands around Xairin and pushed him onto his back while he threw Xairin's legs over his shoulder. Jason thrusted; power thrusted. Xairin moaned and growled. He was halfway into his nosferatu form, while Jason was half transformed himself. Jason's body started to heat up. Xairin could feel his cock growing hotter inside him, but he didn't care. Xairin didn’t care at all. He wanted this; his nature demanded it. He wanted Jason, he wanted the beast, he wanted to feel everything and was in full throes of his monstrous nature, being satisfied by being fucked in the middle of the woods after a bloody meal. Jason sped up, not fully transforming into his hybrid form, but his wolfman form. Xairin became more nosferatu, the two kissed until Jason threw his head back and let out a loud howl as his cock swelled, he came, and his body temperature rose to the point it was uncomfortable for Xairin. Jason bonded…
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1313 De Carlo Lane.
Inside Xairin's master bedroom, a red rip began to form in the air. A moment later, Jason came through first, putting his clothes on, while Xairin emerged with his in his arms and tossed them to the side. "I really hope that outfit isn't ruined. I really liked it."
Jason sat down on Xairin's bed. He was breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" Xairin asked.
Jason looked up at him. Now that the bond had happened, Jason was uncontrollably attached to Xairin. He had gone from falling for Xairin, to now, having a primal love that couldn't be explained in mortal terms. He just looked at Xairin in awe. "I love you."
Xairin frowned. "I know you bonded. I felt it, and I care for you too."
Jason nodded. "I know you can't say it yet. I just can't help it now."
"Where do we go from here?' Jason asked.
"I'm going to storm that church and kill everyone inside. Well, at least the faces I got from the upload I took from Todd before we, well, ate him and fucked over his dead body."
Jason looked at Xairin with loving eyes. "Don't be so crass."
"It's the new me, kill them all and let the god they preach about so much sort them out."
"What about your mother?" Jason asked.
Xairin shrugged. "I did promise. Okay, fine. If we are going to do this, then let's do this." He called for a droid to get his mother.
Cecilia met them downstairs in the kitchen. Xairin was chugging a bottle of synthetic blood, while Jason couldn't stop looking at him, he was holding onto Xairin with loving eyes watching every move he made. Cecilia noticed it. "Oh, please tell me you didn't bond?"
Jason looked at her, then at Xairin and hugged him tighter. "Hey, too much," Xairin said.
Xairin looked at his mother. "And yes, Jason bonded, so deal with it. Also, we killed seven of the people who are part of Polanski's little psycho club, and I have the address saved in my little brain as to where they are hiding. I enthralled one of them so I could make sure his information was correct, and oh, by the way, I can open rifts now, so, are you ready to get this carnage started, or can I go play without a chaperone?"
"You can open rifts!?" Cecilia asked, gasping.
"Yep, plus some sort of blood drain through the air kind of thing, killed two men at once with it. It was pretty damn effective."
Cecilia didn't know what to say, she just blinked. "You, you aerial siphoned?"
"If that's what it's called, turning two humans into mummified bodies, then yep, sure did. So, are you going with me or what? Because one of my thralls was their target, and I let him live to spill the beans that a sentinel team saved his ass from being the next trophy on their wall.” Xairin crossed his arms and glared at her. "It is a matter of time until Interpol storms the castle."
Cecilia nodded. "Well, if you can open a rift, then yes. But... There is something you need to know before we go."
Xairin huffed while rolling his eyes. "What? They have big guns, loaded with silver?" He looked at Jason; if that's the case, babes, you are staying here."
Cecilia shrugged. "They may, but that's not it."
"What else could you possibly tell me about this nest of murderous bastards that I need to know?" Xairin asked.
"Roland thought K2 might have stored data that could be used against him. They broke into the detective's home and dismantled K2."
Xairin looked at her. Tears started streaming down his face as he went into a furious whimper. His eyes turned the darkest shade of red they could possibly turn. He looked up at the ceiling with tears rolling down his face and screamed with a monstrous voice. Every tooth in his mouth became as if they were deadly white razors. "FUCK!"
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Ward 33.
Ezra had been called to the scene. There were six ambulance crews, dozens of enforcers, and droids securing the area. Meanwhile, a terrified Albert was sitting on the side of a hovering stretcher inside one of the ambulances. A medical droid was checking him out.
An enforcer approached Ezra as he walked closer to the ambulance. "Enforcer Jones, right?' Ezra asked.
The young dark-haired man, freshly out of the academy, offered a warm handshake. "Yes, that's me."
"What do you have for me?" Ezra asked.
"We have a witness, a living eyewitness, and a blood bath down in that sewer. The witness says that a sentinel team showed up and saved him. There are no survivors other than the victim, all evidence down there suggests, he was about to end up like all of your victims on the case you're working."
"A sentinel team intervened?"
Enforcer Jones nodded. "Yes, and apparently, they took one of them for questioning, the witness said his name was Todd, and that he used to work at the Haze. Now I did some checking, and there was a Todd Abelstien that used to work there as a doorman."
Ezra scoffed. "That would explain the facial software being loaded into the Haze's computers. Okay, let me see the witness."
"Agent, there is something else," Jones announced.
"What is it?"
Enforcer Jones pulled out one of the prosthetic masks. "They've been using some sort of high tech prosthetic facial masks." He demonstrated. He put it on, and Ezra watched as it perfectly transformed the young Enforcer into looking like someone completely different. He took it off and handed it over.
"That's probably why none of the facial recognition software ever caught on to any of them, sure there was that virus issue, but the faces these masks make, don't register as anyone in the database."
Ezra looked at him with a tired glare. "How many masks did you find?"
Jones spoke boastfully. "One for each body, and one for the guy that the sentinels took."
As Ezra walked, he pulled up his tablet. "Marine, we have a live witness, come to my location. And, did you find anything out?"
Marine appeared on his tablet. "Am I seeing this right? We have an eyewitness? Another victim? They struck again?"
Ezra nodded. " yes, our case, the one we have been working on forever. Apparently, a sentinel team saved the victim, but there is little to nothing left of the perpetrators from what I am being told. Did you find out anything?"
"I checked out the daughter; apparently, she and her biological father didn't see eye to eye and hadn't spoken in years. Her mother had a half-sister that was a sensitive, and when Roland found out, the relationship went south, and then, get this, his baby mama's sister goes missing, and guess what happened to the law enforcement report?"
He rolled his eyes. "It went missing."
"Damn straight. What about you, did anything check out with the brother?"
Ezra nodded. Marshall Dingus's apartment had a picture of him standing with Kellen Pennywise, the guy who was killed by the wereleopard. They were former roommates as of last year, I also checked Marshall's phone and text logs. They met up pretty frequently. Also, there was a pair of Nike shoes with blood on the bottom, and guess what, the DNA we got from it matched Rory Winstead's DNA."
Hannibal was patching in, his screen divided into two sc
reens, each able to hear the other. "The Ex-wife checked out, she divorced Polanski, due to apparently him being verbally abusive. I asked her if she thought he was dangerous, and her exact words were, yes, and may God be with anyone who he finds out to be a sensitive, especially if they committed a crime. She did say that she is unaware of anywhere Polanski could be. She also mentioned he was draining their bank accounts, and when she went to look into it, the money was going to a church called The Soldiers of His Holy Light. I checked into them, and there was no first name listed, but there was a Reverend Polanski on their ordination listings as their primary Monk?"
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