Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Necrofiend: Blood Moon ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

Blood Moon
-Original Work-
Warning: yaoi, yuri, graphic violence and gore, supernatural creatures, OC POV, etc

Thao_Lorakin: Yeah, I’ve spent a few years during my hiatus roleplaying guy characters and think I’m a lot better at it. Tiaz/Talim in the original now that I’ve read over seemed….kinda….bitchy, pretty much. I want to get across that Tiaz now is a killer even though his kills are justified. And please please please, don’t stop reviewing. Getting feedback for my work motivates me to continue. If it wasn’t for your reviews I wouldn’t be updating every day like this.

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Chapter Eight

THE LOOK ON Raven’s face said it all. My lack of response to taking a life without a court order, without a definite set of fangs bothered him. He had been there, knew it had been in self defense and deemed the death necessary, but had he been in my shoes, I was sure he would have been a lot more shaken up. He’d shot a gun before but to this day, had yet to take a life. If he continued on his current route, however, I was more than sure that would change in due time. But until he grew calloused to the idea of putting a bullet into someone with the intent to kill, he would continue to give me that look like he wasn’t sure which team I was rooting for, the humans or the monsters. Both sides were starting to look the same to me. One didn’t need to have fangs, sprout fur once a month or have any magical powers to qualify as a monster. There were people out there who did far worse things to their fellow man, things that would make the worse creepy crawly turn its nose up in disgust.

“What do you think is going to happen?” Raven’s question broke my train of thought. I blinked slowly and mulled over it. It should have been as simple as the cops declaring that the shooting had been in self defense and sending us home. I knew better than to think that any official was capable of that common sense. Suspicion was what every good cop had been trained to have and act by.

“Worst case scenario, we’ll probably spend the night in a cell.” I answered honestly, absently giving the clock hanging on the wall a glance. Midnight. We’d already been at the hospital for almost three hours. “Best case….we’re questioned and they let you go back to Michigan but keep me here until everything is sorted.” I added and looked back to Raven. Naturally he didn’t look happy.

“We didn’t do anything wrong. It was self defense….” He muttered.
“We know this…they don’t.”
At that time, two uniformed officers walked in. I recognized one of them as Officer Roberts. Raven and I were already standing up when they finally spotted us and came over.

“Thiago Tiaz, Raven Sengoku, we need to ask you a few questions.” The officer I didn’t recognize spoke up. He was exactly my height with shoulders suggesting that he should have been taller. His build was average, not too bulky ,not too lean. The parts of him that weren’t hidden under his midnight blue uniform were a dark olive tan. His hair was shaved down into a military cut with silver-grey on both side and a darker grey down the middle. I had a moment to wonder if his hair was naturally graying that way or if he’d deliberately colored it that way before he flashed his badge. I spared it a glance then met his cool blue cop eyes.

“Where to?” I asked. There weren’t many people in the waiting room but it was hardly the right environment to question a suspect. The few people present had stopped what they were doing just to watch. Some didn’t even bother to pretend that they weren’t.

“This way.” Officer Roberts spoke up and turned to lead us outside. The other officer–the nametag said Scott–followed behind us. We were led across the parking lot to their patrol car, where Roberts finally leaned against the trunk.

“Are you taking us to the station?” Raven asked warily.
“Not if we don’t have to.” Scott answered.
“But we still have one body and need to know what happened.” Roberts took up the conversation.
“That makes sense…do you want to talk to us one at a time?” I asked.
“If we can trust you not to run off…” For some reason I found that statement amusing. The amusement must have shown on my face because Scott scowled while Roberts smirked lightly.

“I don’t have a reason to run…the jeep’s not that far away. I’ll go sit over there…leg is killing me.” I nodded and gave Raven a pat on the back before leaving him. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as I thought it would be. I made it to the jeep before I realized I didn’t have the keys. I sighed heavily and glanced to where Raven and the two officers were. They’d already started talking. With a sigh, I leaned against the side of the car and put my weight on my good leg. Raven’s questioning last about fifteen minutes. I was watching the almost invisible clouds drift across the sky when I heard my name being called. I lowered my head and saw that I was being signaled to come over. I moved as fast as I could without hurting myself more than needed. Roberts and Scott weren’t going anywhere.

When I finally reached the patrol car, I was very tempted to limp.
“Would you like to take a seat?” Roberts asked.
“Nah…if I sit down, I might not want to get back up.” I was only half joking when I said it. I was getting more and more tired as time went by. If I got too comfortable I wouldn’t have been able to focus on the questions they threw at me.
“Let’s get started shall we?”I asked.

“Right…so what were you, Mr. Sengoku and Mr. Canaan doing out at the old burial site?” Roberts started off and I couldn’t hold off a heavy sigh. It was a chore to explain the whole animating corpses thing especially when someone was dead and another was hurt. Imaginations tended to run rampant. I shifted on my feet already sure that I’d be spending my night in a cell just for being abnormal.

“Canaan called us to Arizona to help him with a site. I’m not sure what his business with the site is per say but he wanted me to help animate a few corpses for him.” I looked between the two as I explained, waiting for that first spark of accusation. When none came, I continued forward tentatively.

“Unfortunately the graves there had already been disturbed and he didn’t have names. As a result we had to wait until nightfall to try anything.”

“So…if you had had names you would have been able to animate these zombies during the day?”

I nodded surprised that he was taking this fairly well. If I wasn’t mistaken, I would have said he was genuinely interested in this subject.

“Animating during the day is a lot less creepy on the clientele.” I explained. “We arrived to the site and he explained his reason why he wanted us to animate these corpses.”

“What reason would that be?” Roberts this time.

I pursed my lips. I wasn’t sure if it was safe to answer that truthfully. For all I knew, the curse could have had some safety mechanism type thing that would speed up Canaan’s deterioration. Right now, I couldn’t afford to take the risk so I stretched the truth a little.

“He was looking for someone. I don’t know why. Maybe an ancestor. He didn’t exactly get to explain that part to me before someone started shooting.”

Mentioning the shooting managed to get the topic moving from Canaan’s reasons for my service. As I explained everything that happened leading up to the rush to the hospital, Scott had pulled a notepad from his pocket to jot down notes. There were a few questions about my gun license. I pulled out my wallet and gave them the card I had, stating that I could have not only my browning but several other firearms. I had offered to show them the paperwork I toted around to prove that the guns were registered as well, but they declined.

“What would you need for all of these?”
“When I’m not animating the dead, I’m killing the undead.” Scott asked. The interested gaze he’d had before was once again replaced by cop eyes.
“So this isn’t your first time killing. Is it your first time killing a human?”
“The gunman was a human?”
“Yes. He bled to death on the scene from a bullet wound to his throat.”
I nodded.
“That doesn’t bother you at all does it?” Roberts questioned. The wary tone she had asked the question with almost made me grimace.
“No.”
“No what?” Scott interjected.
“No it’s not the first time I killed someone human and no it doesn’t bother me.”

There was a good chance that my honesty would be my undoing but not this time. One last note was taken and the two of them nodded at the same time. I wondered if it was a rehearsed move.

“For now, we have to let you go. Everything is pointing toward self defense and once we get Canaan’s statement, the case will either be filed away or go to the courts. Try not to skip town on us.” Roberts stated. What friendliness she had had toward me was gone, leaving her voice detached. It wasn’t the first nor would it be the last time I heard that tone, so it hardly bothered me. I nodded and started toward the jeep. This time I did limp.

“How did it go?” Raven asked once I opened the door. I didn’t answer him right away. Instead I slid into the jeep, my teeth digging into my inner cheek to keep from making any pained noises. When I was finally settled into the seat, I sighed heavily and shut the door.

“That vicodin sounds really good right about now.” I muttered shaking my head. I reached for my seatbelt and pulled it on. “They said not to skip town but overall it looks like a self defense case.”
“Because it is a self defense case.”
“Right.”
“The guy you killed was a human…”
I looked at him then and he looked back. “I know.”
“Doesn’t it bother you?” I watched the urgency in his face, like he needed me to be bothered because he was bothered.
“It was self defense, Raven. He would have killed one of us if I hadn’t.”
“And if he had been a vampire or…something not human?”
“It’s all the same…”
“No it’s not, Thiago. He was human…your own kind.”

“Do you honestly think he would have been bothered if he had killed me? And don’t give me the excuse that he was a bad guy so he doesn’t count. It’s not like the movies. I’m not the ‘good guy’ that will cry himself to sleep at night because he had to kill a baddy.” Somewhere in between the beginning of my short rant and the end, my voice had raised. I was tired, I was hurting. As childish as it may have sounded, I felt that I deserved to go back to the hotel and spend the rest of my night in the warm, soft embrace of a bed that wasn’t mine. I didn’t want to discuss my lack of conscience or Raven’s morals. I’d hold his hand and pat his head tomorrow but not tonight. He finally sighed and turned the jeep on. He would let it go for now but later, later we were going to end up talking about this again. I wasn’t looking forward to it but there were a lot of things I wasn’t looking forward to. Having a pow-wow with Raven didn’t make the top two.

We reached the hotel in less than twenty minutes. I climb carefully out of the car while Raven grabbed my duffle. I had almost gone to grab my animating kit only to find that it wasn’t there. I’d dropped it at the site. “Great.” I muttered. Everything in there I had an extra for but it didn’t make it any better. Hopefully whoever found it wasn’t going to have a field day with the knives and gun inside.

I steeled myself as we walked through the hotel lobby. At this hour, there wasn’t anyone there but the front desk clerk. Still I didn’t want to bring attention to either of us. I fought the urge to limp until we reached the room. I sighed heavily in relief and took the nearest bed. I removed my shoes first and tossed them out of the way. My holster and shirt were removed next. I took the time to shove my browning under my pillow before moving on to carefully remove my jeans. I’d be sleeping in my boxers tonight. On the other side of the room, Raven stripped as well. I waited until I heard him climb into his bed before laying down in mine. My head settled on the pillow. Through the softness I could feel the hard metal of the gun. It was then that I finally truly relaxed.

If Raven left the lights on, I wouldn’t have known. Within minutes, I was asleep.

To Be Continued….

Author’s Notes: I still don’t know how a real interrogation goes. This chapter may be subject to change once I do find out. Until then, feedback please! The more feedback I get, the more chapters I put out a day!