This is a long story about a guy named Kai who isn't fully human (hence, the title). There is a lot of plot and action, as well as sexual engagements that are detailed and intimate. This story is actually available on amazon and patreon too, but I have several places where I'm posting it for free. Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf
INNOCENT DEVIL’S HAREM CH. 13 -- Kai risks everything to save her. Even his secret.
Original: November 10, 2020 (Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)
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- CHAPTER 13: Predator -
By the time Nick was slamming on his breaks, I was already yanking open his door, reaching in to tear his seatbelt right off only to grab a fistful of his shirt with the same hand, jerking him out of the car and thrusting him high into the air. The crushed microphone was still in my other hand.
“Where the fuck is Serenity?!” I snarled in outrage, trying to do everything in my power to not kill him right then and there.
His dark eyes were bugging out of his head, his hands grasping at my wrist from him sliding down until my fist was underneath his jaw, his feet kicking wildly in the air.
“It wasn’t me!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with terror, his scent radiating it.
I held up the crushed object still in my hand. “Then what in the hell is this?” I snapped.
He didn’t have an answer for me.
Gabriella popped open the door to my car, yelling my name as she climbed out. “Kai!”
I only barely glanced at her, smelling her distress, only to meet Nick’s gaze as my mind began kicking back in, realizing it would be foolish for him to return here if he’d been the one to take her. And I didn’t have time for this shit. I had to find her now.
Letting go, he dropped to the ground, falling completely into a heap from the two-foot drop. I continued to hold out the microphone as he struggled to get to his feet, grabbing at his vehicle for support, with me still waiting for a response.
Without hesitation, Gabriella rushed up behind me and wrapped her arms around my torso while burying her head against my back. Her scent was borderline tainted with fear, likely a natural response from my sincere anger, but it wasn’t preventing her from trying to appeal to my humanity.
Nick finally recovered enough to respond, both hands out slightly, palms down, as if he was nonverbally trying to urge me to calm down.
“I heard it happen,” he exclaimed breathlessly. “I didn’t take her. I would never do anything to hurt her! I like her, dammit! I came as soon as I heard it happen.”
“And what exactly happened?” I snapped, tossing the plastic pieces on the ground and balling my hands into fists, even as Gabriella tightened her embrace around my chest. A part of me didn’t want to hang around for the answer, wanting desperately to just jump into the sky and start searching now, but any hint I could get might be the difference between life and death.
Problem was, time itself was the difference between life and death.
“Someone took her,” he replied quickly. “She struggled, but they must have drugged her or something, because it ended fast.” He jerked his hand into his pocket. “Here, you can listen to it. Maybe you’ll hear something I didn’t notice.”
Pulling out his phone, he made a few taps and then handed it to me.
I immediately held it up to my ear, even though I could already hear the start, putting all my focus into every detail I could pick up. For a second, there was nothing at all, minus some even breathing that most people probably wouldn’t be able to hear without a ton of audio adjustments.
Then, a knock on the door.
My housemate shifted her weight in the kitchen chair, followed by hesitation, before I heard her grab her gun, pop in the magazine -- which she left loaded, but always took out of the gun when she came home -- and then stuck the weapon in the back of her jeans.
However, the moment she unlocked the door, it sounded like it was kicked in, hitting her and knocking her backwards onto the floor, possibly smacking against her head. It then sounded like she barely had time to recover, another loud smack occurring, skin-to-skin, followed immediately by sudden silence.
If I had to guess, based on the sound, I’d say it was Serenity who smacked the assailant, before the individual somehow drugged her, whether that be via injection or by covering her face.
Either way, it was over just like that.
I listened for a few more seconds as the attacker began dragging her limp body outside, a low growl subconsciously rumbling in my throat, before I handed the phone back, realizing I’d just wasted time after all.
“Gabriella,” I said firmly, in response to her tightening her embrace when she heard the quiet but deep growl. “I have to go. I have less than an hour to find her, or else she’s dead.”
I was struggling to be patient, because the stakes had never been this high before. Serenity’s death was the one thing that I couldn’t handle. The one thing I wouldn’t tolerate. The one thing that would turn me into a bloodthirsty monster, out to slaughter whoever I had to, in order to find her.
And unfortunately, knowing Serenity’s scent, and now having the faint scent of the stranger to go off of, suddenly didn’t seem like enough.
Nick interjected before Gabriella could respond. “How do you know that?” he asked in shock. “That you only have an hour?” he clarified.
I shot him a glare, my tone harsh from my impatience. “Because the kidnapper left a note. It’s inside on the kitchen floor, next to what’s left of the table,” I added with a sneer. I then glanced down as Gabriella slipped to my side underneath my arm, prompting me to try to force my tone to be more gentle. “I’m sorry for scaring you,” I said sincerely. “But I have to go.”
She shook her head, while simultaneously doing as I asked, taking a step back. “I’m not afraid of you, Kai. I’m afraid for you. Sorry,” she added, likely in response to delaying me. “Please find her.”
I nodded. “Go inside and make sure all the doors and windows are locked. Don’t answer for anyone, no matter what.”
“I can help,” Nick said urgently when I took a step back.
I shot him another glare. “I don’t need help,” I hissed.
He shook his head, holding out his phone again. “It’s not worth the risk. Just take my phone. It’s fully charged, and the emergency contact is my second phone.” He paused when I seemed hesitant. “I realize you can probably do this alone, but just take it, in case you do need help. Or in case you need to warn us about something.”
“Just do it,” Gabriella agreed. “Don’t let pride cause you to take an unnecessary risk. It’s not worth it. You’re strong and fast, but you aren’t a god. Even you have limitations.”
I focused on her determined expression in surprise, before gritting my teeth and grabbing the phone. Because she was right. If I failed, I’d always wonder if it was my fault for not accepting every help I could get.
“Fine,” I said flatly, slipping it in my pocket. “Now, go inside Gabriella. Lock everything.”
“I’ll make sure she stays safe,” Nick commented.
I leered at him, prompting Gabriella to chime in. “It’s okay, Kai. I think we can trust him. Just go. We’ll be fine.”
I returned my gaze to Nick, struggling to speak briefly. “Fine. But if you so much as touch her, I swear…”
Nick immediately held up his hands. “Of course! I won’t, I promise! I owe you my little sister’s life, remember?”
My eyes narrowed.
“Go Kai,” Gabriella urged. “Just go. Find her. You don’t have much time.”
I nodded again, turning without saying goodbye, taking off into a sprint as I tore my shirt off, my muscles actively reshaping as wings erupted from my back.
I then leapt upward.
Within seconds of my ancillary appendages beating as hard as they could, I was high in the air, far above the trees, desperately trying to track down either Serenity’s scent, or the stranger’s odor in the conglomerate of other aromas vying for my attention.
Thankfully, I had the starting point, leaving me a pretty obvious trail to follow, my nose a thousand times sharper than a bloodhound. However, the problem was that it led into the city, where I might be seen in the sky if I flew too low.
Thus, I stayed high above as I tried to navigate an invisible trail, leading me to the south side of the city where there were tons of warehouses and business offices that likely didn’t get frequented by the general public. At the very least, the streets were empty enough that I dared fly lower, realizing the trail was leading me past some of the newer buildings to what appeared to be a couple of older abandoned warehouses.
And then I found my first real clue, a black car parked outside the side of one of the warehouses, the smell of exhaust still potent in the air, though I was sure it had been here at least twenty or thirty minutes. At the very least, while I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in the air, the kidnapper had likely come straight here at a quick pace, whereas I couldn’t fly nearly as fast as a car was capable of going.
Even without the head start, I would have fallen behind, my only advantage being that I didn’t technically have to follow the roads.
Listening carefully as I began dropping toward the ground, folding my wings just enough to let myself start falling without losing control of my speed, I didn’t notice any signs of life inside the warehouse itself.
Finally dropping the last twenty feet to the heavily cracked pavement, reabsorbing my wings the moment I touched down, I focused only briefly on the empty car before following my nose to a metal door leading inside.
Part of me wanted to just barge in, but I knew stealth was the best approach to try to ensure Serenity’s survival. Thus, I cautiously opened the door, listening carefully for any noises within as it creaked slightly, before slipping in and closing it just as quietly behind me.
Dashing silently down the pitch-black hallway, which did nothing to hinder my grayish night vision from my glowing gold eyes, I finally picked up a faint heartbeat far off in the distance. However, I didn’t hear anything else, or anyone else. The scent of the stranger who’d taken her was thick in the air, but there were no signs of him being in the vicinity.
When I reached the end of the hallway, ignoring all the closed doors, I realized that the heartbeat wasn’t as far away as I thought, instead just being heavily muffled by another closed door. Opening it carefully, I peeked inside to discover myself in the main portion of the warehouse, which was completely empty aside from a solitary metal table lit up by just a single overhead light, as if this was some kind of massive operating room.
Granted, the light reached further than a spotlight, but it still left the vast majority of the empty warehouse nearly pitch-black.
And Serenity was lying on her stomach on that table, completely naked, with a tray of knives directly next to her head, her clothes in a heap on the floor. There were also a couple of large orange rubbery bands next to her bare feet, almost looking like some kind of makeshift tourniquets.
It was obvious from her open eyes, which had nowhere to look except the knives, that she was conscious, but her body was otherwise completely limp. There was nothing holding her down, and yet it was obvious she couldn’t move a muscle.
I could actually smell the drug leaking out of her pores, the same scent as back at the house, wondering if it was some kind of powerful muscle relaxer or something.
The idea pissed me off to no end.
Just the fact that the bastard clearly planned on cutting her up while she was conscious, killing her slowly while she was fully aware, chopping her up piece by piece until there was nothing left to even have a proper funeral…
Keeping her alive as long as possible by cutting off the blood flow with tourniquets…
I was about to go on a massacre myself.
However, I still hesitated, holding myself back as I strained all my senses, feeling like everything about this situation screamed ‘trap.’ After all, this whole setup had my friend looking like bait, and the note said that the kidnapper knew what I was.
Not who, but what.
Yet there was nothing.
Aside from the stranger’s odor, there was no heartbeat, breathing, or any other noises to indicate a second person was in the vicinity.
Deciding to just get this over with, caring about absolutely nothing else except getting my best friend to safety as fast as possible, I finally took action, beginning to creep into the room while looking in every direction for any signs of anything.
Yet there weren’t even cameras as far as I could tell.
Still, my heart was racing, all my nerves on edge, and there was no way in hell I’d be able to try looking human right now, even if I wanted to.
Focusing on Serenity again as I began moving a little quicker, I watched her dark brown eyes shift away from the knives, widening slightly in shock as I got close enough to become visible to her eyesight. But I didn’t care at this point.
I didn’t care if she’d reject me. I didn’t care if she’d end up wanting me out of her life.
In this moment, her rejection was nothing compared to the need to make sure she survived.
The need to keep her safe.
Because, at the end of the day, when it really came down to it, I’d give up everything to protect her.
Even if that meant actually giving up her.
Thus, I remained focused on the task at hand, instead of worrying about what she’d think, or worrying about how this would change things.
Now close enough to really begin formulating a plan of action, realizing I’d probably just have to grab her, toss her over my shoulder naked and make a run for it, I paused again when I heard an odd clicking sound coming from up above in the distance.
Followed immediately by more clicking coming from behind me too.
There wasn’t even time to react.
Instantly, the wind was knocked out of me as something heavy hit me from the front and back nearly at the same time, splitting my bones as I was struck straight through.
Then, just as fast, I was abruptly lifted off my feet as my entire ribcage was strained to the point of feeling like the whole thing was being crushed under the sudden pressure.
Gasping for breath, I focused down at the metal rod sticking out of my left shoulder, feeling and looking like some kind of harpoon, realizing that metal prongs where similarly crushing me against my ribs on the right side from the one that had struck me straight through from behind. Both of them were attached to now taut metal cables, holding me a good four or five feet off the concrete floor.
Coughing up blood, struggling to breathe, my mind registered that the one impaling me through the back must have collapsed my right lung, knowing I might not be able to draw in air at all if the other had hit me just a few inches lower.
Never mind the fact that they’d both missed my heart.
Yet, as I reached out to try to tug on the cable in front of me, I knew there was no hope of me escaping any time soon, if ever.
I was trapped, unable to free myself or even support my own weight. Who in the hell would develop some crazy trap like this?
And who in the fuck even had the resources to set up this kind of thing? How in the hell was it even aimed? Was it motion sensitive? Was the clicking sound some kind of aiming mechanism? Could I have avoided it if I hadn’t walked straight toward Serenity?
Pulling on one cable only meant that I put agonizing pressure on the other crushing my ribs as it held me in place.
Still, I had to try to get free.
Attempting to focus, I grasped the steel cable tightly again, making an effort to at least yank one of the barbed shafts out of my body, only to cry out in a vicious growl of torment. The pain was excruciating, more so than I could bear, even with my life on the line.
Even with my best friend’s life on the line.
Gritting my teeth, I tried yanking again, attempting to turn and twist in hopes that maybe it would find the exact angle that it had gone in. But to no avail, even as my growls and shouts echoed in the empty warehouse.
With every passing second, I began feeling colder and colder, like the temperature in the room was actively dropping.
Unexpectedly, a door opened in the distance, prompting me to stop what I was doing as I focused on the man confidently taking a step through. He had dark skin, a shaved head, and simultaneously looked old and young, like a man in his fifties or sixties who’d just aged really well. I’d certainly never seen him before, as far as I knew, but there was something about him that felt a little familiar, though I had zero idea why.
After a second pause, he grinned widely, his white teeth a sharp contrast to his dark skin, beginning to clap loudly after looking the scene over.
“Congratulations!” he announced in a deep booming voice that echoed in the room. “I’m surprised you got here so fast! You’re just in time for the main event!”
I coughed again, tasting metal as I tried to speak. “Who the fuck are you?” I demanded, my mind racing as I tried to stall, while desperately hoping to come up for any way to get myself out of this mess. Or at least for a way to get Serenity to safety.
“Ah!” he said, grinning wider as he approached casually. “I’m sure you’d like to know, wouldn’t you?!” he taunted, only to scoff. “Well, I think I’ll give you a hint! Nine years ago, I hired a man to kill my ex-wife and her soon-to-be-born infant. A nasty fellow, he was, but the bastard was perfect for the job!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, my mind working into overdrive as I tried to process what he was saying. Tried to grasp the implications.
He didn’t wait for a response, laughing then as he continued. “I had cameras set up at the location where it was supposed to happen, so that I could have a recording to watch whenever I was in need of some entertainment.” His grin widened even more, a vile look to his dark brown eyes. “However, much to my surprise, something amazing happened! A devil, of sorts, appeared and killed the hired help, thereby finishing off the job for me, since I was going to have to end him myself afterward anyway.” He gestured with both hands toward me, as if he was showing me, to myself, on display. “And a child devil at that! I was amazed! Obsessed, really. I had to find this monster and thank him myself. And I knew exactly how I’d do it too.”
Finally, a plan began formulating in my mind as he moved closer, him seeming more than thrilled to monologue about everything he’d clearly worked so hard to achieve to get to this moment.
My right upper back began reshaping, pain radiating across my muscles from the effort, as he continued.
“First, I would figure out if this monster had anything worth losing, and then I would steal it from him. Because…” He paused as he finished striding right up to me, now only a few feet away, smirking up at his captive as he spoke with a lowered voice. “Because I had to make it clear that there was no greater predator than me.”
I didn’t care who this fucker was, or what connections he had to my past. All that mattered in this moment was that Serenity was going to die before my eyes if I didn’t end the threat, and this man had just unknowingly stepped within my reach.
Clearly, this predator didn’t fully understand what he was hunting.
Without hesitation, I finished shoving out my right wing, and whipped it around, aiming a bony finger in an uppercut arc, the difference in height making it so I could just barely reach his neck from this distance.
He still had a grin on his face as I stabbed him through the throat, with me lifting up even as it caused excruciating pain to radiate through my entire body from the strain. But I was irrational at this point, my mind feeling feral as my body grew colder.
I lifted him by his neck right up to my face, his hands grasping wildly at my wing, with me coughing as I spoke to him before the light died from his eyes, realizing I could barely draw enough breath for words.
“No,” I hissed, a growing thirst clouding my thoughts. “There is no greater predator than me.”
My mouth began feeling extra wet as I started pulling him a little closer, only for my strength to unexpectedly leave me, my fatigued wing dropping as it cramped, causing him to slip off into a heap on the floor. I could hear his blood gushing out below me, frantically trying to reach down with my wing to grab him again, not even fully understanding why I wanted to so desperately.
Instead, I ended up stabbing him aimlessly with the end of my longest bony finger, hearing him gurgle in pain, probably thinking I was intentionally torturing him when in reality I was trying for something else entirely.
When I realized I wasn’t going to be able to grab him, I finally gave up, and just hung there limply, attempting to focus on my breathing again, feeling like the lack of oxygen in my system was the problem.
Slowly, my clouded thoughts began to clear a little, prompting me to refocus on Serenity, still lying there, having silently watched with wide eyes everything unfold before her.
Seeing her nakedness. Seeing her vulnerability. Suddenly the only thing on my mind was wishing I could cover her up. To shield her from all this.
To shield her from the monster I was.
Without thinking, I reached out my wing again, attempting for her clothing on the floor now, but of course it was too far out of my reach. Still, I tried aimlessly for a few seconds, my mind unable to focus on anything else, until a thought hit me.
She was safe now.
Assuming this guy didn’t have an accomplice, she was safe now. The drug would wear off, and she’d be able to get dressed and walk out of here. She’d be okay.
Relief swept over me then, still wishing I could cover her up, but knowing she’d be able to do it herself soon. Which meant I really just needed to focus on getting myself free, if at all possible, or else I was the one who was going to end up dying.
Normally, I knew that pulling the harpoons out would make a normal person just bleed out, but I was pretty sure my body would at least try to seal up the wounds if I could just get them free.
Coughing weakly, I attempted to pull on the shaft coming out of my shoulder again, crying out as I tugged as hard as I could manage, fighting against the pain. But it was no use.
I might be able to chew through the cable if I could reach it, but I couldn’t even do that, since giving it a tug did little to bring it closer, instead just increasing the pressure against my ribs.
Finally giving up, I refocused on the person I’d loved for so long, feeling completely helpless and defeated now. And realizing that if she rejected me, then this was my only chance to apologize before she decided to never speak to me again.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” My vision began blurring. “I was afraid you wouldn’t love me anymore if you found out. I’ve always been like this, since I was born. And I’ve always tried to hide it from you. Afraid I would scare you.” I coughed again, realizing my tears were brimming over now. “Gabriella knows,” I admitted quietly. “I’m the one who saved her last night.” Was it really only last night? How could so much happen in a day? “So she knows,” I continued with another cough, my thoughts feeling cloudy again. “That’s not why she loves me though. At least, that’s what she said. And I believe her. She liked me before she found out. And she liked me even after finding out.” I tried to focus on the girl I loved again, attempting to meet her gaze, wishing I knew what was going through her mind. “I’m so sorry, Ren. I’m sorry if I frighten you. I’m sorry this happened. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when he kidnapped you.” I tried to suck in a deep breath. “I’m just sorry.”
Attempting to take another breath, I ended up coughing up blood instead, feeling like I was drowning for a moment before I finally managed to suck in a shallow gasp.
I had to do something.
I was really trapped, and I had to get free soon, suddenly realizing I was making assumptions about Serenity’s recovery. What if she needed medical attention? For all I knew, maybe the drug wouldn’t wear off like I thought. Maybe she’d be paralyzed forever, unless she got to the hospital soon.
I wasn’t even sure if that made sense, but at this point I was beginning to panic and felt like I couldn’t fully think straight.
And then it hit me, instantly making me feel like an idiot for having forgotten.
My phone was in my car, but I still had another one!
Reaching down while trying to pull my legs up by twisting sideways, straining my abs, I began fumbling in my pocket to grip the phone, hoping desperately that I didn’t drop it as I finally managed to get it up in both hands.
Unsurprisingly, it was locked, but I recalled Nick saying something about the emergency contacts. I tapped on the screen, and then started a call to the single number listed.
I was sincerely shocked when Gabriella answered it.
“Kai!” she exclaimed. “Are you alright?”
I coughed again, trying to speak. “The guy is dead, but I need help. I’m hurt really bad.”
It sounded like she was about to cry. “We’re coming, Kai. We are already almost there. Nick had us leave soon after you did -- he used his phone’s GPS to track you. He didn’t want to risk it. And it’s the same for me too. I didn’t want to risk it either. She’s my best friend.”
“It’s okay,” I tried to reassure her, my voice sounding hoarse. “I was wrong to think I could do everything myself. I guess you were right to tell me I’m not a god.” I coughed up more blood. “The fact that I’m superior to regular people must have gone to my head.”
“Oh Kai! I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “Don’t talk anymore, we’re almost there.” She then spoke to Nick. “Hurry! He sounds like he’s dying!”
I shook my head weakly in response, suddenly smiling at the fact that I’d just done what I teased her of doing -- giving nonverbal responses over the phone. “No,” I managed after a second. “I don’t think I’m dying…” I paused. “Well, I’m not sure, actually. I can barely breathe.”
In the distance, in the direction I’d come, I heard a vehicle pulling up outside.
“Kai!” Gabriella said urgently on the phone. “We’re here! Where do we go?”
“There’s a door. It’s the only one. Just go through it,” I instructed, knowing they might not be able to see it as easily since there were no lights outside, aside from the headlights of the car they were in.
“Oh! Over there,” she said to Nick, seeming to have spotted it.
I continued, my thoughts feeling foggy again. “The hallway leads straight to us. I think I’ll be fine though, so check on Serenity first. She’s been drugged. Make sure she’s still breathing alright.” I paused. “And please cover her up. That…” I coughed. “That bastard took all her clothes off.”
I could hear them running down the hallway now, so I finally let the phone slip away from my ear, still clutching it in my hand, but not having the strength to keep it up. I realized they had a flashlight with them when I saw a shift in the darkness to my side from the light shining behind me. And then I knew when they caught sight of me, because I heard Nick curse and Gabriella gasp in shock.
They both ran up to me, with Nick rapping his arms around my lower legs, as if he was trying to lift me up to support some of my weight, but it didn’t do much since I was so high. Gabriella was looking up at me the most panicked and helpless I’d ever seen, completely ignoring the dead body at her feet, her eyes full of tears.
“Kai! Oh Kai!” she exclaimed. “What can we do? How can we help?”
“Serenity,” I replied weakly. “I’m okay. Check on her. Make sure she’s okay.”
I could see the torn look in her eyes, but Nick spoke up then.
“Go ahead. I’ll look for a way to get him down.”
She gave him a quick nod, only to look up at me with an apologetic expression. “I love you. I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.” She then turned to run over to my housemate.
I focused on Nick, seeing him looking around with the flashlight for any sign of where to begin searching, his light unable to reach far enough to see whatever contraption had shot these harpoons.
“That man,” I whispered, catching his attention. “He came out that way,” I said, pointing in the appropriate direction. However, when he nodded, shining his flashlight over there, I recalled a random detail about what I’d just learned. “And Nick. This guy is the one responsible for your mother’s death. He hired the man who killed her.”
That got his attention.
He looked up at me in complete shock, before shining the light down at the man, looking at him more closely.
“Holy fuck,” he hissed in disbelief, taking a step back. “Fuck,” he said again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. This can’t be…” His voice trailed off.
Gabriella looked over, having gotten Serenity’s clothes laid on top of her. “What’s wrong?” she asked seriously.
Nick didn’t respond, just staring at the man for another long few seconds, before shaking his head. His expression was pained as he abruptly turned around and began jogging toward the other doorway on the far side of the room.
Once he disappeared, I started listening to Gabriella again, hearing her speak to Serenity. “Can you move your fingers?” she wondered.
I could see that she managed it, just barely.
“Okay, I’ll probably have to flip you over to get you dressed, but first we need to be able to communicate. I want you to blink once for yes, and twice for no. If you aren’t sure, then blink three times, okay? Blink once if you understand.”
My friend blinked once, being very intentional, a low groan escaping her throat as well.
“Okay, good,” Gabriella replied. “Were you able to move your fingers just a few minutes ago?”
She blinked twice.
“Okay, so then the drug must be wearing off. Do you feel like it’s wearing off?” she asked, sounding uncertain.
Serenity blinked once.
“Good,” she repeated, sighing heavily. “We haven’t called the police yet, since they’ll see Kai. But we might have to call an ambulance if you need to go to the hospital.”
Serenity immediately blinked twice.
“No to the ambulance? Or you don’t think we should call the police?”
She blinked once.
“No to both?” Gabriella tried clarifying.
Blinked once again.
Gabriella hesitated. “Is it because you’re worried about them finding out about him?” she wondered.
Her voice was even quieter. “Did you already know?” she whispered.
Serenity didn’t blink right away, clearly hesitating, before blinking three times. I figured that meant the answer was more complicated than a simple yes or no.
Gabriella took a deep breath, her voice still a whisper. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you. Kai was just afraid of what you’d think. But he’s still the same person. He didn’t even want to tell me either, but I sort of found out.” She paused. “He’s the reason I wasn’t killed last night. He saved me. As soon as he found out, he came to my rescue. He’s been doing that for the last couple of years. He told me that whenever there was a serial killer case that made you really upset, he would stop them for you. He did it for you, because he didn’t want to see you so upset. Because he loves you. Probably more than you even realize,” she added quietly.
Suddenly, the cables loosened, causing me to abruptly sink down to the floor, creating enough slack for me to fall to my knees.
Gabriella immediately looked over at me in alarm, startled by my abrupt descent.
Without hesitation, I grabbed the cable in front of me and pulled it into my mouth, beginning to gnaw on it.
She hesitated again, before returning her attention to Serenity, since it was obvious there was nothing she could do to help me. “Here, I’m going to try to carefully flip you over so I can get you dressed.” She then grabbed the tray of knives, set them on the ground, and then carefully began to roll my friend over.
In the meantime, I was beginning to make progress, though it was painful, the metal frays I was creating cutting into my gums. Still, it was nothing compared to the pain of trying to pull the barbed spikes out, and at least this way Nick should be able to pull them all the way through once I got the wires cut.
Finally, after what felt like ages of feral chewing, I cut through the first cable, immediately turning around to start working on the second, not wanting to use up all my remaining strength trying to pull the harpoon out. Plus, the one in my shoulder wasn’t the one affecting my breathing.
However, just as I was starting to get the metal to fray, I heard Nick come running in our direction, only for him to tell me to stop.
“I found some wire cutters,” he explained. “Let me try with them first.”
I’d obviously already gotten through one, but I needed the break, my gums raw and bloody at this point. However, rather than be relieved, I was almost dismayed when Nick began easily snipping through the individual wires that made up the cable, feeling like I’d just put myself through an extra hell for nothing.
Oh well. There was no way for me to know he’d have a solution.
And no way I was going to wait around for one.
However, once Nick finished cutting through it, he stopped as if he was waiting. I looked up at him, assuming he knew what I was going to say, but was hesitant to do it. “You’ll have to pull them out,” I explained simply.
“Are you sure?” he wondered, seeming worried. “Right now, they are probably the only reason you aren’t bleeding to death. If I pull them out, you might be dead before we can get help.”
I shook my head. “I can’t go to the hospital. I’m not sure if I can stop looking like this while I’m hurt,” I admitted. “And if I can just…” My voice trailed off when I heard Gabriella run over to me, turning just in time to see her fall to her knees next to me, holding out her arm.
“Kai, you need to drink my blood,” she said firmly.
I pulled away from her in shock. “Absolutely not!” I exclaimed, coughing again. I could suddenly feel the spike in anxiety and tension coming from Nick, knowing he was probably shocked by her statement.
Unfortunately, Gabriella wouldn’t let up, moving her arm up to my face. “It’s not going to kill me! But you heard him, you might bleed to death otherwise. And even if you could look normal, do you really think you could go to the hospital in this condition? Imagine the questions they’d have! You’d have the police all over your case.”
I shook my head again, even though I knew she was right, unable to accept drinking her blood as an option. Because blood wasn’t just some random thing. It was her life. It was the reason she lived. It was the thing that allowed everyone to live.
And what if I drank too much? What if I lost control again and bit her somewhere else? What if I went for her throat?
The idea was unforgivable.
And I certainly didn’t want to hurt her and cause her pain for my own benefit.
Glancing over at the dead body, I wished that was an option instead, but the blood had already coagulated quite a bit, not to mention no heartbeat meant no blood pressure to push the blood out of the body, even if it was still drinkable.
Gabriella looked over too. “Can you drink his blood?” she wondered. “Will that work?”
I shook my head, coughing. “No, he’s been dead too long.” I then glanced over at Nick. “Just pull them out. I can try to go track down a deer or something afterward.”
Gabriella was skeptical. “But will animal blood even do it? Kai, look at me.” She waited until I did. “Do you know for a fact that animal blood will help you heal?”
When I didn’t have an answer, she held her forearm up to my mouth again, pressing her skin against my lips. Except, this time she wrapped her other arm around my head to try to keep my mouth against it.
“Kai, it’s not going to kill me. Just do it already. If you don’t, then I’m going to grab one of those knives and do it myself.” She paused, her tone a little mocking. “I wonder which will be worse, me slicing my arm open with a knife? Or having you bite me? Either way, I’m going to bleed.”
I grimaced, wanting to pull away, but desperately needing her touch right now. If nothing else, I really needed her touch. I felt so cold and miserable as it was, and she was warm, her physical presence comforting, as if she was literally seeping away all the pain.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I finally whispered, feeling defeated.
She held onto me more tightly. “You aren’t hurting me. I’m giving myself to you. I already have.” She then paused, only to shift gears entirely. “Kai, if I was possibly going to die, and you could save me by giving me some of your blood, then would you do it?”
I didn’t respond, since the answer was pretty obvious, even if it did nothing to reduce my reluctance.
“Please, Kai,” she whispered, pressing her forearm more firmly against my mouth. “Please, just do it. I don’t want to lose you. And I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
Slowly, hesitantly, hating myself for it, I opened my mouth, allowing her to shove the meaty part of her forearm in between my teeth, though her arms were so thin that ‘meaty’ felt like an exaggeration.
Convinced I was going to bite her, Gabriella spoke to Nick. “Okay, go ahead and start pulling them out.”
Nick had clearly been frozen in place, still seeming stunned by the revelation that I drank blood. He grunted after a second, seeming to reanimate. “Oh, err…” His voice trailed off for a second. “Right,” he finally said, taking a step toward me.
“Wait,” I interrupted, pulling away from Gabriella as I reached up to the one sticking out of my shoulder. “Let me get this going first,” I said, grabbing the shaft and gritting my teeth as I shoved it through more. It was a lot easier now that I was pushing it in the right direction. I then continued after moving it a few inches through. “And then, if you can just push on the other one, I can probably pull that out myself.”
“Oh, umm…” His voice trailed off again as he moved into position behind me, prompting Gabriella to hold onto my good shoulder as he started pushing on the lower one.
There was an audible popping sound, like the sound of a suction breaking, as he got the barbs to shove away from my body a little, enough that I could get my fingers underneath it and start tugging the spike through my chest.
“Here, let me help,” Nick commented, moving around to grab it himself.
“Wait!” Gabriella exclaimed, moving closer to my side again, holding up her forearm. “Bite first!”
I grimaced as I let her stick her forearm in my mouth a second time, finally sinking my teeth into her flesh.
She screamed, only to wrap her other arm around my head again even as she reflexively tried to jerk away. “I’m okay, I’m okay, don’t stop. I’m okay,” she repeated.
Her blood was so inviting, that I wasn’t sure if I would stop anyway, her discomfort suddenly not as much of a priority. My mind felt almost ravenous, like that brief moment I lost control before when killing the second guy earlier that day, but I tried to keep it under control as I slowly gulped from the bite I’d made.
She spoke to Nick. “Okay, hurry up and get it out.”
Nick seemed to be able to get the front one out without too much of a problem, but when he moved to my shoulder again, he struggled with it. Finally, he apologized, before placing his foot on my back to give him more leverage.
And then it was out.
I wrapped my arms around Gabriella’s waist, trying to pace myself, and trying desperately to avoid biting her again -- to avoid biting her someplace where she’d bleed faster. I could already feel my body warming up and beginning to heal, though I felt like I was going to need a lot more blood than what I was willing to take from her.
Not to mention, even though I hadn’t bitten into any major arteries or anything, there was still the risk of her getting an infection, which meant we’d have to make sure we cleaned it really well.
Nick seemed exhausted from all the running around, so he just slumped down and waited while I slowly took gulps of Gabriella’s blood, seeming to crash now that his adrenaline rush was wearing off.
Once my internal wounds felt healed enough, I forced myself to pull away.
However, Gabriella wasn’t fooled. “I’m fine, Kai. If you aren’t fully healed, then keep drinking.”
I shook my head, unable to meet her gaze as I focused on the bite. Thankfully, it didn’t look as bad as I was expecting, the two semi-circle gashes continuing to bleed slowly. “I’m healed enough for now,” I said quietly, bending down a little to lick the blood off. “I’ll find another source. I’m not taking any more from you.”
She didn’t respond right away, likely hearing the resolve in my tone. “Okay,” she finally whispered.
“I’m sorry,” I replied.
She shook her head. “I love you,” she said simply in return.
I then sighed, trying to focus my thoughts, since this was far from over. Not only did I have to find another source of blood, but we still had to get the hell out of here, not to mention I probably needed to come back later tonight and destroy the evidence.
“We need to get everyone back to the house,” I said out loud. “And I can come here later to clean this mess up,” I added, echoing my thoughts. “But first, I want to make sure everyone is safe.”
Gabriella nodded in agreement, prompting me to reach up and begin tearing off the sleeve to her shirt, carefully wrapping it over her forearm to help stop the bleeding. Once she was set, pressing her palm firmly against the covered wound, I got up and went over to Serenity.
Gabriella had managed to get Serenity’s bra on, though it was still unhooked in the back, with her shirt instead covering her waist since Gabriella seemed to struggle with the underwear and pants. Given that my older friend was dead weight, I wasn’t too surprised, with my fiancé having managed to get the underwear up to Serenity’s lower butt, before she couldn’t get it any higher in the back, unable to lift the older girl by herself.
I wasn’t able to meet Serenity’s gaze as I apologized, carefully turning my best friend on her side to clasp her bra and get her underwear pulled the rest of the way up, keeping my eyes averted the whole time. I then began working on both her shirt and pants, shimmying one pant leg fully on before gently rolling her on her back again to finish it off.
It was no problem for me to easily place my hand underneath her lower back and lift her with one arm enough to pull her pants all the way up with the other.
I then grabbed her neck and shoulders, carefully sitting her up, wanting to make sure I had her head supported on my shoulder as I slowly scooted her still limp body into my arms.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered again. I then spoke louder to the other two. “Ready?” I asked simply.
Gabriella stood right up, but Nick still seemed shell-shocked from everything, not budging as I approached.
“Come on, Nick,” I said gently to get his attention. “Let’s go.”
He nodded weakly, not looking up at me as he stood on shaky legs. Gabriella stuck right by my side as we continued on down the hallway, with Nick finally passing us up to take the lead since he had the flashlight. Not that I needed the light, but he didn’t know that, and I was sure Gabriella appreciated being able to see.
Once we exited the building and reached Nick’s car, I carefully climbed into the backseat with Serenity in my arms, Gabriella closing the door for me and then walking around to join me on the other side. Scooting my rear to the edge of the seat, I rested my knees on the passenger’s seat while readjusting Serenity in my lap to make sure she was comfortable.
I then focused on Nick as he climbed in too, still looking shaky. “Are you going to be able to drive?” I asked seriously.
He nodded in response, though he kept his eyes forward. “Yeah, man. It’s just…” His voice trailed off, only for him to take a deep breath. “That guy in there…” He paused, glancing back at me. “That was my deadbeat biological father…”
My eyes widened in surprise, seeing Gabriella look at me in alarm. Of course, I recalled the guy saying that the woman he had killed was his ex-wife, or something like that, but didn’t really put a ton of thought into it at the time. After all, I had other things going on.
Like killing him, for one, before he tortured the most important person in my life.
Although, now that I was thinking about it, I started wondering if Nick’s mom remarrying was part of the bastard’s motive, especially since Nick’s younger sister would be his half-sister, conceived by his step-dad, who actually sounded like he cared about them.
When I didn’t respond, Nick continued, returning his gaze ahead as he started the car.
“I knew he was a horrible person, but I had no idea…” He paused again, taking a deep breath, his hands on the steering wheel. “This whole time. All of it was his fault. He’s responsible for my mom’s death, and he’s the one who almost got my little sister killed too.” He then shifted it in gear, and focused on the rearview mirror to back up, though there wasn’t anything behind us to hit. “He was a horrible person, but he was also smart. Supposedly, that’s where I get my thing for puzzles from.” He shook his head. “And if he’s been somehow stalking me, then it’s possible I accidentally led him straight to you…” He grimaced, glancing back at me as he started driving toward the road. “Sorry, man. I’m really sorry if that’s true.”
I shook my head, gesturing with my chin for him to watch where he was going. “It doesn’t matter now. It’s over. Let’s just get back to my place.”
Nick nodded, focused on the road now as he pulled onto it.
We were all silent on the way home, with Serenity closing her eyes, causing me to wonder if she’d fallen asleep. At the very least, her heartbeat and breathing were steady, so I knew she was alright. For a few minutes, I just stared out the window up at the stars, but then noticed from the corner of my eye that Gabriella was watching me intently.
Focusing on her, I was surprised that her expression was endearing.
I gave her a small smile in return, prompting her to lean into me, Serenity’s legs partially draped over her lap. We then continued to ride in silence, the whole experience almost beginning to feel surreal, like it was all just one horrible nightmare.
Unfortunately, I had the scent of Gabriella’s wound on her arm, coupled with the chemical stench still lingering on my best friend, to remind me that it wasn’t just a bad dream.
Once we finally got home, Gabriella was exceptionally sluggish getting out of the car, as if she’d almost fallen asleep herself. And she continued to walk with an unsteady gait, to the point that I had Gabriella walk up the stairs in front of me, Serenity still in my arms, concerned she’d fall if I wasn’t right there behind her.
Nick waited downstairs while I got Serenity in her bed, Gabriella likewise deciding to just crawl into bed with her too, promising to keep an eye on my best friend even though she seemed so tired that her emerald eyes looked like they were about to cross.
I nodded in agreement, giving her a kiss on the forehead once Serenity was situated, even though I suspected she would be out soon too. Deciding to lock the door to Serenity’s room, being extra paranoid at this point, I closed it behind me and then headed downstairs.
This whole time, I hadn’t even bother trying to transition back to my human form, so Nick nearly jumped out of his skin when I walked into the kitchen, white hair, gold eyes, and gray skin. He was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, next to the broken table, immediately apologizing unnecessarily for his reaction, only to indicate that he would keep watch, since I’d already disclosed that I was planning on going back to clean up.
I nodded in agreement, prompting him to speak up again.
“And hey, after you get back…” He paused. “Mind if I crash on the couch? Not sure I’ll be awake enough to drive home at that point.”
I nodded again. “Yeah, that’s fine,” I agreed, not at all having a problem with it. My tone then became a little more firm, a ‘not so subtle’ warning in it. “Just keep them safe while I’m gone.”
Nick nodded adamantly. “Of course. And hey, I’m sorry about the whole microphone thing. I just wanted to know for sure that you were the guy. I’ll be dropping the case now, so you won’t have to worry about anyone digging into it again anytime soon.”
“Right,” I replied. “Thanks.”
I then took a deep breath, before turning around to leave, seeing no point in delaying what needed to be done. Locking the door behind me, I took to the air to first find myself some blood, and then to go hide my second dead body for the day.
This is a long story that involves lots of plot and action, as well as sexual engagements that are detailed and intimate. This story is actually available on amazon and patreon too, but I have several places where I'm posting it for free.
Original: November 10, 2020 (Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)