For Six years I've been working on this case. All the victims are either completely drained of blood or their bodies have been eatten and mutilated beyond recognition. Each time there's usual a marking to be found though. There are two different kinds though. I believe there's a war going on, but the police always dismiss it as gang killings, but I know it's deeper than that. Something tells me this isn't anything we've dealt with before, and when we find it, we'll regret it more than ever.
It was Novermber twenty-first, six thirty-four in the morning when twenty-seven year old Michael Warren woke from another one of his nightmares. They always were about the victims that had been found at the murder scenes all over town. Throwing back the blankets, Michael got out of bed and pulled on his boxers, the early morning light shining into his apartment windows. He moved sluggishly into the bathroom and leaned against the sink, looking into the mirror. A white, pale blue eyed, black hair male stared back at him. Dark circles under his eyes indicated his lack of sleep the last few years. Michael stood at six feet two inches tall and weighed one fifteen. He suffered from night terrors a majority of his life and was often sick due to the lack of sleep, appetite, and proper care.
Michael sighed and opened the medicine cabinent and pulled out a small orange bottle of pills and took two of the bottle's contents before he put it back. It was just another day in this hell hole of a city. He knew he had to be at work in a few hours, giving him time to kill. He started the tub and waited for the water to become warm before he pulled off his boxers and slipped into the small tub. He laid his head back and relaxed while he could. He stared at the brick walls of his apartment since the wall paper had peeled away. Of course Michael made enough money to get a nice apartment, but he chose the crappiest place in town since no one expected him to dwell there. Besides, there was nothing wrong with the place really. Okay, that was a lie. The water was often cold and dirty, the wall had water stains or sometimes mold while rats often ran about, but Michael usually killed them off quickly. He only had a two room apartment. A bathroom and then the rest of the house. There was a small kitchen that was connected to his living room. His futon was where he slept and his dresser sat on the opposite wall, his T.V. sat upon the dresser along with his cellphone, watch and a few other knick-knacks he kept. In truth, the place was bare and held the few things Michael owned.
Closing his eyes, Michael could hear the neighbours screaming at one another before hearing crashing and the sound of objects breaking before hearing a door slam and the clicking of high heels as they past his apartment and headed down the stairway. It seemed to be the same routine every day, and it was tiring, but you got use to it after a few years.
The sudden ringing of his cell phone made Michael sink lower into his tub. It was probably his partner Jonathan again, calling about how they found another victim, but Michael would check the voice mail later. He just wanted some peace right now. The ringing stopped after a few minutes before it started again.
"******** it." Michael growled before unplugging the tub and got out, grabbing an old, torn towel and wrapped it around his waist before heading out of the bathroom and into his main living area. He walked over to his dresser where his cellphone sat and picked it up, answering it.
"Yeah, what is it?" Michael snapped into the phone, irritated and tired as usual.
"Uh, should I call back?" The voice at the other end asked.
"Sorry. It's fine. What's up? Another dead body?" He asked and seated himself on the futon.
"No, actually." The voice said before sighing. "We just found Katrina all drugged up and beaten on the street again. I think you might want to head to the hospital and check up with her. She's not talking to anyone and refuses to cooperate with any of us. I think she'll talk to you though."
Michael sat there silently, barely moving. Katrina was Michael's half-sister since his mother was pretty much a slut and ran around sleeping with ever guy that came near her. His father and two older brothers had usually beat their mother, and once Katrina was the age of four, they began to beat her as well. As They got older, Michael's father would rape Katrina while Michael's older brother would lock Michael in the basement to keep him from helping his sister.
"Michael? You there?" the voice asked, bringing Michael back to reality.
"I'll be there soon." Michael said and hit the 'end' button on his phone. His eyes fell to the floor before his hands balled into fists, the skin over his knuckles turned white. His father had done this for far too long and Michael was getting sick of it, but he couldn't arrest his father since the man never left any trails to him or Michael's brothers.
Getting up, Michael dropped the towel onto the floor and quickly dressed in his black slacks, crimson colored button up the front shirt, black tie, and his long leather jacket that cut off at his knees. He pulled on his black work shoes and grabbed his phone and keys, stuffing them into his pockets before leaving his apartment in a rush.
Once out on to the street, Michael began to walk along the sidewalk with a few women trying to get him to bed them for some cash, but he just ignored them and carried on. His mind fought with the idea of just heading over to his father's house right now and killing him.
"Do it." A tall, slender dressed in all black said as he passed right infront of Michael, the man's eyes were blood red for just a moment before becoming almost black. A small smirk sat upon the stranger's lips as he crossed the street, Michael staring at him as he stood frozen in place. Shaking his head, Michael blinked and started to walk again.
Am I crazy or was that real? He asked himself and sighed, guessing that it was just from the lack of sleep.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Jonathan rushed over to Michael. The slightly shorter blonde looked at Michael with worry in his forest green eyes with a frown on his thin lips. He wore a gray suit with a sky blue shirt with a blue and gray striped tie.
"Is she going to be okay?" Michael asked, his expression unreadable as he and Jonathan walked into the hospital, heading for the desk.
"Yeah, they're trying to sedate her, but she's quite the fighter." He responded and pointed down the east hall. "She's down there on the last room to the right." He directed and sighed, watching Michael bolt off. There was much about that man Jonathan couldn't figure out, but it was probably best not to get too involved with this situation since it wasn't his business.
Michael stopped as a nurse stormed out of the room, her face bright red with anger. Peering into the room, Michael saw Katrina fight against the others who were still trying. He stepped into the room and pushed past the doctor and the nurses.
"Katrina, what happened?" Micheal asked seeing the cuts and bruises on his sister. His heart quickened in his chest with anger, but he did well to hide it.
Katrina stopped fighting as she heard her brother's voice and looked up to him. She noticed the doctor trying to inject her still and gave him a good whack to the face with her fist.
"Enough!" Michael barked and looked to the staff, "Please leave us." They didn't argue with him and took leave, seeing that his presence got the girl to calm down abit, but they would return once he left.
Once the room cleared, Katrina looked at her brother and sighed heavily.
"Take a good guess." She said and sat herself up, wincing before putting her hand to her ribs which were broken. This time wasn't so bad since her father didn't bother with raping her. Her blue eyes stayed glued to her brother, waiting for him to suddenly flip and start to break things like he sometimes did, but he just sat there, staring at her. "Michael?" She asked as her brows furrowed with curiousity.
"I'm going to kill them." He said as he snapped back to reality and sat on the edge of the hospital bed. "I'm going to kill them in ways they didn't think possible."
"Then that makes you just like them Micheal. It makes you like dad and our brothers as well as the men you put away." Katrina said and leaned forward, wrapping one arm around her brother's neck, feeling him hug her tightly in return, causing her to wince once more, but she didn't mind the pain. "Please Michael, be rational about this."
"Rationality won't protect you Katrina, and you know that." Michael said holding his sister close. He just wanted it to stop and for her to be safe. Just two more years and she'd be free of those bastards since she couldn't live with their mother since she died of cancer five years ago. "You know what? You're coming home with me." He said and looked at her. "No refusal since I will take you by force."
"Sounds good." Katrina said with a smile. She could handle herself, but if it made Michael feel better than she would. She didn't to be a burden to him, but this was his choice, sort of.
"Great. Just let the doctors put you back together without a struggle and I'll get you out of here as soon as I can." Michael looked at his sister and sighed softly. He kissed her forehead and got to his feet. "Remember, play nicely." He said and headed towards the door of the room and found three nurses waiting. "Don't sedate her since I'm getting her out of here soon." He said, narrowing his eyes at them before heading down the hall and regrouped with Jonathan.
"I saw the doctor that came from her room, doesn't look too pleased." He chuckled and looked at Michael for a moment. "Come on. I got a call from the cheif about a dead body not to far from here."
"Great, just what I need." Michael rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. He would have to come back for his sister later. "Lead the way."
Heading down eight blocks, Michael and Jonathan came upon the crime scene which took place behind a mini-mart. It seemed like there was a fire in a dumpster and yet there was another blood marking on the wall. Michael walked over to the wall and looked at the marking which was a pentogram with different symbols at the different points, one was the greek letter Omega, but the rest were strange. Underneath the marking there was writting which said, 'Where is your God now?' in Latin.
"Detective Warren," A police officer began, "I think you should have a look at the body." Michael looked at the officer and nodded before he went over to the dumpster and peered inside. The body was obviously charred, but from what Michael could tell, it was a Father from the church on the corner of thirtieth and Linwood Blvd.
"Do we have an ID or something?" Michael asked looking to the officer.
"Name is Donald Steinfer." A voice came from further down the alley and Michael turned to see the man from earlier. "He was attacked last night and completely drained of his blood before he was tossed into the dumpster and lit a flame."
"How would you know?" Michael asked looking at this man with suspicion. Why was this guy even here? Civillians weren't allowed in the taped off sections.
"That's for me to know, and for you to find out shortly." The man pulled a silver coin from his pocket and tossed it up into the air, catching it and then repeating. "The name is Viktor. I'm the eyes and ears of this city. I know just about everything and everyone here."
Michael scoffed. "Right, and I'm Santa Claus."
"Ever since your sister has turned ten your father and brothers have raped and drugged her repeatedly while you were locked up, unable to help your sister." He said smirking as he caught his coin and flickered it in Michael's direction where it hit the ground and rolled around until if finally landed heads up.
Michael stared at the stranger and gritted his teeth.
"Get the hell out of my sight." He snarled, but Jonathan looked over to Michael and blinked before turning his attention to the stranger.
"Where can we find the criminal who did this?" He asked but Viktor chuckled.
"Sorry, but it seems Detective Warren wants the help and I'm certainly not going to give the information to a man who clearly wants to rip my throat out at the moment."
Michael stepped forward, getting ready to attack this b*****d, but Jonathan took hold of Michael.
"Please, just ignore him." Jonathan said. "We just need the help. The sooner this guy is put away, the sooner we can get to trying to put a stop to all these murders."
Viktor chuckled to himself, shaking his head, amused by the other's assumption.
"But it's never going to end." He said, "All of this is beyond you and has gone on since the beginning of man. You can't stop this. No one can." His eyes darted about quickly before they fell upon Michael. "I shall return another time and we can speak more of this, but for now I must part with you." He turned and walked away, now whistling as he went.
Micheal growled and tore away from Jonathan.
"I don't trust him one bit." He said and looked to his partner. "Stay here and investigate the scene. I'm going to get to Katrina before that creep does."
"He doesn't seem like a threat Michael." Jonathan said folding his arms across his chest and watched Michael.
"Yeah, until he's caught red handed." Micheal hissed and walked away from the scene and headed back to the hospital. Not a threat? How stupid could Jonathan be? That's was like assuming that angry pittbulls were just going to jump up on you and lick your face. Ha. Really funny. Not.
Stepping inside the building, Michael stopped and stared at his father. Michael looked exactly like his dad, except his father had a five o' clock shadow and had a beer belly. A boy stood next to his father. Well, it was more of a man than a boy.
"Dad, Steven." Michael said, sudden disgust entered his voice. The man turned to face Michael. He had dark hair like his brother, but his eyes were brown and showed pure evil in them. He stood at five foot elven inches and was all muscle.
"Hello son." His father said, smirking. "How does little Kat fair? Still as pretty as you remember her?" His eyes glanced down the hall where a nurse brought Katrina in a wheelchair. Katrina always loved those as a kid, but now she just hated them.
"Hmm. Hopefully she'll be a good girl and come on home with us." Steven said looking at Michael still.
"She's not going with you." Michael said, snarling abit.
"N-No. It's fine Michael." Katrina said and got out of the wheelchair and stepped over to their father and brother.
"You are coming with me." Michael wasn't going to let them take her. She was going with Michael whether she liked it or not.
"Says who?" Their father challenged.
"I do." Michael said, "And if you refuse to cooperate then I'll have to take the pair of you down to the station for questioning. She's under the witness protection now and we are to cut her off from outside contact." He walked over to Katrina and took hold of his sister's arm and pulled her away from her father and brother.
"You can't just issue that." Their father said shaking his head.
"Oh, but I can because I'm the one with the fully loaded gun." Michael shot at them and began to lead Katrina away.
"Ooh, I'm so scared." Steven said, "What are you going to do Michael? Shoot us?"
Michael chuckled abit, "Oh, I'm going to do much worse than just shoot you two." He didn't bother with them any further as he took Katrina out of the building and sighed softly.
"Michael, you're really going to kill them aren't you?" Katrina asked looking up at her brother fearfully.
"One of these days I will." Michael kept his gaze away from his sister and took her back to his place.
"Still crappy as always." Katrina said once they reached his apartment and headed inside, "But hey, those ladies out there seemed friendly." She was only teasing her brother though and smiled at him, but it was quick to fade. "Michael, just let it go."
"I wish I could." Michael said, his eyes gazing into his sister's. "They. . . . They've done horrible things and they haven't ever been caught, but you and I know what they've done." He watched as his sister step close to him and hug him tightly. He held his sister close and hide his face in her neck.
"It's okay Michael." Katrina said as she ran her hand over her brother's hair. "We'll get justice one day, but we have to be patient and wait."
"Wait for what?" Michael suddenly said, "For you to get killed or knocked up or worse? What do you want to wait for Katrina? For me to finally off myself because I can't take it anymore? You are the only thing I care about and if anything worse were to happen to you, then I'd be so crushed and probably want to just lay on the floor and let the rats devour me alive." Harsh, yeah, but Michael really cared for his sister more than he cared for his own life.
Katrina was silent for awhile, her eyes falling for the floor. Michael did have a point, but his way of handling things was wrong as well.
"I'm tired." She said softly and pulled away from Michael before laying down on his futon. It was nice that she actually had something other than the floor to lay on.
Michael sighed and looked at Katrina, opening his mouth to apologize, but he phone rang and he was quick to answer it.
"Hello?" Michael was going to punch whoever it was calling him right now.
"Good. Did you get Katrina from the hospital?" Jonathan asked at the other end of the line.
"Yeah, but my father and brother were there signing the release forms." He looked at Katrina even though her back was to him.
"Hmm. Well, the cheif wants you to come on down to the station and discuss that little situation with him and your father."
Michael sighed heavily.
"Just tell my father to ******** off. I'm not going to let him get his hands on Katrina." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I'd rather die."
"Well, I'm sure someone can arrange that to happen." Jonathan joked, but figured Michael wasn't in the joking mood.
"Eh. I'll be there soon." Michael said and ended the call.
Jonathan stood there and sighed before looking over to the chief and Mr. Warren. He found it odd how much the man looked like his youngest son, but didn't say anything other than what needed to be said.
"He's coming, but he obviously isn't too happy about having to come in."
"Well, if he just let us take Katrina home then we wouldn't be in this situation." Mr. Warren said shaking his head. "That boy was always a trouble maker."
"Yes, but Michael is very dedicated to his work and always keeps a perfect record on my watch, but he seems to step out of line when it comes to you and the rest of your family." The chief said and laced his fingers together. "Can you explain why that may be?"
"Not really, but Michael goes alittle psycho when he's near me and the rest of us, always threatening to kill me and my other sons. He's developed some sort of mental fantasy that my boys and I harm my daughter." Mr. Warren said and sighed, "We've tried everything, but he's so wrapped up tightly in that belief that it's hard for him to be relaxed around us."
"I see. Hmm. I'll see if we can get him some help." The chief said.
"Michael's not crazy." Jonathan said defensively. "If he is then it's certainly because of the way he was raised."
Mr. Warren glared at Jonathan but looked towards the chief.
"Well, the boy's mother was known for running around and sleeping with other men, then she died five years ago."
"I can see how that must be hard on the detective."
Jonathan rolled his eyes. They made him sick. He knew for a fact that Michael wasn't crazy, alittle withdrawn, but not crazy. His eyes darted towards the door as it opened and Michael stepped into the room.
"Ah, Detective Warren," The chief began, "Good to see you."
"Yeah, yeah. Get to the point." Michael's eyes flashed towards his father, a rage Jonathan didn't know could exist showed clearly in his eyes.
"Well, I've been told you are holding your sister captive." The chief said and looked at Michael. "Care to explain?"
Michael looked over to the chief, wanting to blurt out everything, but that would make him sound insane to these people.
"I promised Katrina she could come stay with me until she felt better since she didn't want to go home and have my brothers pick on her while she was healing."
"Hmph. Then why'd you threaten me at the hospital?" Mr. Warren asked.
Michael's lips twitched up into a grin.
"Because you deserve to die old man." He didn't realize what he said until he saw everyone's shocked face. He froze and looked at them. "E-Excuse me. I think I need to leave." He headed towards the door.
"Michael, you aren't going anywhere." The chief barked, causing Michael to flinch. Turning around, Michael faced the chief. "You are going to get some help and you are suspended until you straighten up."
"What?!" Michael blurted out. "You can't do that! I'm in the middle of a very important case and-and-and. . . " He seemed to just shut down at that very moment. "Fine." He hissed and opened the door and slammed it behind him as he left the room.
"We'll try and get your daughter returned to you as soon as we can." The chief said to Mr. Warren.
Jonathan just shook his head and took off after Michael who was just outside the station.
"Michael, wait." Jonathan said grabbing Michael's arm, suddenly feeling a hand at his throat, but it was gone in a moment.
"I-I-I have to go." Michael said and put a hand to his head, "I can't be here or near that monster." He jerked his arm away from Jonathan and began to walk again.
"Michael," Jonathan said and was more forceful when he took hold of Michael. "What the hell is going on?" He asked sternly.
Michael looked to Jonathan and sighed. "Come on. I'll explain on the way back to my place."
Michael told Jonathan everything, not sparing a single detail of his life. If Jonathan wanted to help him, then he had to know what Michael's father had done. They reached Michael's apartment quickly and stepped inside, seeing the man named Viktor standing over Katrina who was fast asleep on the futon.
"What are you doing here?" Michael asked stepping closer, trying to force him away from Katrina.
"Waiting. For you of couse." Viktor said and flashed them a grin, fangs gleeming, causing the two men to freeze. "And I was a bit parched, so I thought I could snack on your sister while I waited."
"What are you?" Michael asked, looking afraid, but confused.
Jonthan stood in the doorway still, his body not wanting to move and draw the attention to himself.
Viktor stepped towards Michael slowly.
"Me? I'm just population control." He lunged forward, slamming Michael against the wall, causing Katrina to jump awake while Jonathan pulled out a gun and shot at Viktor.
Viktor growled at Jonathan before sinking his fangs into Michael's neck, causing him to cry out in surprise.
Katrina sat in shock and watched as Jonathan shot at the man, but he didn't even flich until he moved away from her brother and punched Jonathan in the face.
"Seems like you won't be finding the killer anytime soon." Viktor said and chuckled before he disappeared through the doorway.
Jonathan ignored the pain and went to look for Viktor, but saw no one. He went back inside and saw Michael sitting on the floor holding a hand to his neck as he sat against the wall.
"Katrina, go find the first aid kit." Jonathan order and looked back to Michael. "Are you okay?" He pulled Michael's hand away from his neck and looked at the bite mark which was bleeding pretty quickly, so the wounds were probably deep.
"Y-Yeah." Michael said and looked over to Katrina who was search his small apartment. "It's in the bathroom, under the sink." His gazed went back to Jonathan, "What the hell do you think that guy was?"
"He's probably the person whom we've been hunting down the last six years." Jonathan said and sighed, "You'll be fine, but you've lost blood."
"Could be worse." Michael said and closed his eyes, pacing his breathing. "God that hurt like hell. Think he might have rabies?"
Jonathan chuckled, "Can't say."
Katrina brought Jonathan the first aid kit before sitting back down on the Futon. She wasn't sure what she had just seen, but as far as she could tell, her brother got one hell of a hicky.
Jonathan was quick to clean Michael's wound before bandaging it up with some gauze. It wasn't the best work ever, but it was something.
"Okay, you will need to go to the hospital, but you should be fine for now." Jonathan closed the box and set it aside before helping Michael to his feet.
"Thanks." Michael said and put a hand to his head, feeling abit dizzy, but Jonathan sat him next to Katrina. "Oooh." He softly groaned and let his eyes shut for a moment.
"They're coming for Katrina." Jonathan said and rubbed the back of his neck. "They could get here any minute." He looked away from Michael who stared at him.
"Great." He sighed and slammed his fist against the wall. "We can't let them take her from me." He looked over to his sister than to Jonathan. "Take her to your place, they wouldn't expect her to be there. Please."
"What? No. I can't leave you here alone Michael. What if that weirdo comes back?" Katrina asked grabbing her brother's arm.
"He's coming too." Jonathan said and looked over to Katrina. "Can you pack some stuff for him? And do you have any clothes or things you can take with you?"
"No." Katrina said as she got off the futon before pulling the dufflebag out from underneath the futon and carried it over to her brother's dresser and began to stuff what little clothes he had into the bag before rushing into the bathroom and grabbing her brother's meds, knowing about his night terrors.
"I'll get her some clothes once we're safely over at your place." Michael said and got to his feet, "How long of a walk is it over to your place?"
"It's a long walk. I'll call a cab." Jonthan said and pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
Michael stumbled into the kitchen portion of the living space and opened the fridge, finding nothing but old, moldy chinese food and a beer. He closed the fridge and stumbled back over to the futon and sat down. He really had to go grocery shopping after this.
Katrina put her brother's pills in the bag and zipped it up.
"We're good to go." She said and slung the bag over her shoulder and sighed, looking towards Jonathan with a worried look.
"The cab should be here in a few minutes." He said and ended the call before putting his phone in his pocket. "We should head out there."
"Okay." Michael said getting back onto his feet and headed for the door. He still felt dizzy, but that didn't slow him one bit as he headed for the stairway and began to descend it. The other two followed behind Michael, keeping an eye on him until they were out in the open air.
When the cab finally showed up, Michael could here sirens in the distance.
"They're coming." He said before he got into the back of the cab, Katrina getting in with him while Jonathan got in the front with the front with the driver.
"Wenchester and Eighty-seventh." Michael paused, recognizing the roads as the ones that ran through the rich part of town. He said nothing about it and just sat quietly as the taxi drove off, soon passing the police cars that went zooming towards Michael's apartment complex. He didn't think they'd send squad cars to his house, but perhaps they took it seriously.
It was awhile before they pulled into the driveway of a three story home, but it looked more like a mansion to the siblings. The taxi stopped and Jonathan paid the drive before the three of them got out of the car, the taxi driving away.
"Welcome to my home. It's not anything special but it's home." Jonathan said with a shrug before he headed towards the door.
Michael and Katrina stood where they were, staring at the house, practically drooling over it. He lived here? Damn.
Michael snapped out of it and took Katrina by the arm and lead her inside, Jonathan shutting the door behind them.
"Wow." He said looking at the interior. The floor was made of black marble and the walls were painted crimson, pictures of all sorts of things hung on the walls. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
"Anyone hungry?" Jonathan asked peeling off his coat with a grin.
"Yes!" The Warrens chimed together before Michael's stomach growled.
"Heh. Sorry. Haven't eatten in several days." Michael said and blinked as Jonathan stared at him and began to click his tongue disapprovingly. "What?"
"You couldn't care for yourself if you were given everything you needed to survive." He said and walked into the next room.
"Hey, that's not true." Michael said before following Jonathan into what appeared to be the kitchen. The walls were a soft cream color with sunflowers painted along the top of the wall. Michael thought it was weird, but it brought abit of color to the room.
"Oh really?" Jonathan said grinning at Michael, "Then why haven't you?"
"Because I'm trying to save up some cash for a plane ticket." Michael leaned against the wall.
"Where you headed?" Jonathan quirked an eyebrow. He had no idea that Michael planned on travel. Hmm. Perhaps that's why he had so little items.
"Nowhere." He said and sighed, "It's for Katrina, I want her to leave the country and go to France like she's always dreamed of doing." He looked down and was silent for awhile.
Katrina watched the boys disappear into the next room, but she didn't follow. She headed up the stairs and looked about until she found the guest room. How she knew was because the doors were label for some reason. She opened the door and looked around. The room was painted and ocean scene. It looked realistic and Katrina liked it. She dropped the bag next to the door and stepped into the room, looking at the bed that had a deep blue comforter and Brightly colored fish pattern pillow cases. She jumped on the bed and yelped as it moved about. She wouldn't had jumped on it if she knew it was a water bed. She looked around at the themed room and fell in love with it. She laid on the bed and sighed happily. She began to wonder why Jonathan lived here alone when he could rent the rooms out for cash. Oh well, it really wasn't her place so she didn't care much.
Jonathan wasn't big on cooking so he made a simple meal, which was lasagna, garlic bread and tossed salad. Michael had helped him abit before he set the table. Jonathan put everything on serving plates or in a bowl and set it on the table.
"Dinner is served." Jonathan said and chuckled softly, "and sorry if it doesn't taste good, I haven't cooked in awhile."
"Food is food and it's good no matter what." Michael said taking a seat at the table and smiled at his sister who sat opposite of him.
"I guess." Jonathan took a seat next to Michael and watched as Katrina began to serve herself. Jonathan began to chuckle at his own thoughts and watched as Michael loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. His eyes darted away quickly. In truth, Jonathan did have feelings for his partner, but he would never admit it, and he wasn't even sure if Michael was. . . . well, it didn't matter right now.
Michael began to serve himself as well before he began to eat. It was actually really good. He should have made Jonathan cook for him sooner than this.
"This is delicious." Katrina said in mid-chew, but she was quickly scolded by her brother for doing so. "Sorry Michael."
"Right, is that why you keep talking with your mouth full?" He asked before taking another bite of his food.
"Don't worry," Jonathan said and paused as his phone rang and answered it.
"Hello?" He paused and sighed, "Nope. I have no idea where he could be. Well, I did hear him say something about him heading to mexico with her." The room was silent as the Chief continued to blab on. "Sorry sir, but I'm attending very important family business. My Aunt Sue just passed away and my mother really needs me." He was quiet for awhile longer before he sighed and ended the call and put his phone back in his pocket and served himself some dinner.
"Thanks." Michael said as he looked at Jonathan.
"Anytime." He said and smiled at Michael. Most people just thought he smiled too much, but he couldn't help that he was content with his life though his work sometimes depressed him.
Dinner went on quietly with little chatter of work, school, or home life. It wasn't anything exciting, but it kept the silence away. And at the end, everyone took their dishes into the kitchen where Jonathan hand washed them while Katrina put away dinner and Michael cleaned up the table and the stove and counters.
Michael listened as his sister began to hum. He knew she had a great singing voice but she never liked to sing. Chuckling softly, Michael began to sing the words to 'Trouble' By Elvis Presley. Michael's singing wasn't the greatest, but it was decent. He took Katrina's hands and began to dance around with her abit, smiling brightly as she began to giggle. Jonathan laughed as he watched the pair before he watched Micheal and Katrina part before he began to dance around Jonathan. Everyone enjoyed themselves as they all danced around and sang for awhile before they laughed at their silly behaviour, forgetting their troubles and take joy in the moment in which they lived. They weren't two detectives and a high school girl who was abused by her father and eldest brothers. They just were people, like any other who lived merrily.
"Hmm. You have a T.V. right?" Katrina asked soon, it had been a long time since she watched T.V. because her father had destroyed their's and she knew Michael didn't ever have time.
"Yep. Big screen too." Jonathan said grinning. "I also have plenty of movies if you want to watch something other than television."
"Have any scary ones?" Michael asked. He always enjoyed scary movies, though some of them were just plain ridiculous.
"Ever seen Stay Alive?" Jonathan asked slightly excited, already guessing the answer was no.
"Heard of it." Katrina said jumping up and down like an excited puppy.
"Perfect!" Jonathan motioned for them to follow. "Come on, you'll love it!"
Michael chuckled abit before he and his sister linked arms and followed after Jonathan who led them into a large living room where a large Television sat against the olive green wall The Warrens sat upon the deep violet couch, sitting at opposite ends as they usually did nowadays. Jonathan put the movie in and sat between the pair and searched for the remote before checking under himself and found it.
"Heh." He turned on the television and set it on video one and skipped past the previews to the main menu. Katrina was bouncing up and down on the couch, making both men chuckle softly before the movie began.
By the time it was over, Michael's legs hung over the edge of the couch, his head resting in Jonathan's lap, snoring softly while Katrina glanced around the room, uncomfortable with the fact the Elizabeth Bathory* actually bathed in the blood of young girls.
"That was very scary." Katrina said looking over to Jonathan who grinned at her. She looked down at Michael who was sleeping peacefully. It had been a long time since he had gotten any good sleep and Katrina didn't want to wake him.
"It's only scary the first few times, after that it's not." He said and looked down at Michael, gently running his hand along the side of the grown man's neck gently so he would not disturb him. "Hmm. I should put him upstairs, or he could stay down here awhile longer while we watch another movie if you like."
"Yeah. I don't want to be left alone down here." She looked at Jonathan. "Got any non-scary movies?"
"Plenty. Let's see, want to watch Pirates of the Carribean? It's a very good movie." He asked and grinning still.
"Uh, sure." Katrina got up off the couch and looked at Jonathan.
"It's in the cabinent right there," He pointed to it and continued, "And the DVD player is on top of the speaker right there."
"Okay." She looked in the cabinent until she found it and manged to figure out the buttons on the DVD player and put it in before putting Stay Alive back where it belonged. She moved back over to the couch and sat down again, leaning against Jonathan abit. "Do you think Michael will end up biting people like that guy who bit him?"
"I hope not." He chuckled before he felt Michael starting to squirm around, softly whimpering from his night terrors, even though it was the middle of the day. "Michael? Micheal, wake up." Jonathan shook Michael's shoulder, trying to wake him.
"Don't bother, he'll wake up on his own shortly anyways. Might warn you he'll end up screaming something and look around all confused." And it wasn't long before exactly that happened, but Michael didn't scream this time. His eye just opened and flickered about before they just stared up at Jonathan for awhile.
"Oh." He said softly. "Uh, hi." He didn't move but simply glanced over to the television when he heard the music. "What are you watching?" He asked looking over to Katrina.
"Pirates of the Carribean." She responded and ruffled her brother's hair. "Jonathan said it was a good movie."
"M'kay." He the yawned and rolled onto his side, his eyes now glued to the television. He didn't really didn't notice that his head rested upon Jonathan's lap, his mind hadn't quite processed that yet, nor would it do so anytime soon. Besides, rumor said that Jonathan had a thing for him. Michael had known the man for six years and not once had he ever really thought about anything of the sort. Of course Michael had no sexual preferance and was the kind of man who cared not for gender, but for personality. His eyes closed as he felt Jonathan's hand run smoothly over his hair.
"Who plays the pirate dude?" Katrina asked looking over to Jonathan who then returned her gaze.
"Johnny Deep." He said with a grin before he glanced back down at Michael who had fallen asleep again. He could tell by the sound of the soft snoring. He sighed softly and looked over to Katrina. "I'm going to take him upstairs, just hollar if you need anything." He said before adjusting Michael abit so he could scoop him up in his arms and got to his feet and headed out of the room.
Katrina watched Jonathan leave with her brother and sighed, turning her attention back to the movie.
Jonathan took Michael into his bedroom since it was closest to the stairs and it would be easier to hear Katrina if she called for him. He set Michael on the bed and pulled his shoes of before pulling the blanket up. Jonathan sat on the edge of the bed and watched Michael sleep before he leaned down and dared to press his lips softly to Michael's forehead.
Michael's eyes slowly flickered open, quick to realize he accidentally fell asleep again, but he found Jonathan kissing his forehead. When Jonathan sat back up, he blushed brightly, which made Michael chuckle abit before he forced himself to sit up.
"I knew it." Michael said with a small grin, "And if you want to kiss me, then you have to do it like this." He placed his hands on the sides of Jonathan's face, bringing it closer before Micheal pressed his lips to his in a long, tender kiss and when he pulled away, Jonathan's face was as red as a tomato. "Mmm. You're oddly attractive when you fluster brightly like that." He released Jonathan before laying back down. "Is Katrina okay?"
"Y-Yeah. Just fine." He stammered before his fingertips touched his lips lightly. How'd he-? Why did-? He could have known anyways? He sighed softly and just stared at Michael who gazed back at him in return.
"I'm gonna nap some more, care to join me?" He asked raising an eyebrow, waiting for Jonathan to respond, but he didn't. He just watched as his partner crawled on to the bed and laid next to him with a grin on his face. Michael smirked abit and let his eyes shut once more, feeling Jonathan run his fingertips along the side of his neck slowly.
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