The huge bed crouches against the wall in a room wrapped in darkness. Silent and peaceful. Until the sudden mad, screeching from the bedside clock interrupts the quiet. The large male hand that snakes out to beat the thing into silence is communicating a clear piss off I’m still asleep sentiment. Albert the butler had ensured that the clock is Nehero proof. He had the clock encased in a steel casing to protect it from Nehero’s
I’m not in the mood to get up so shut the fuck up beatings. He is so not an early evening person. Nehero levels a disgusted look at the insistent clock. He shoves up to a sitting position and leans over to grab the power cord. Giving an evil grin he yanks it good and hard. The thing rips from the wall and he is grateful for the silence returning to his room. He hates that clock. He stretches his big body rubbing a sleepy hand over his face.
Half asleep still, he manages three steps to the bathroom before blood hunger slams through him. Agony tears through him in waves and his legs give way. He slumps to the ground and curls into a pathetic ball, desperately pulling strength and training together to force his hungry body under control. Dry heaving, he yanks up his wrist.
Cannibalizing himself will buy him a little time for now, but not for long. Nehero curls around his wrist holding on in a mindless stupor.
Time has no meaning. Nehero has no idea how long he has been laying on the floor like some pathetic pissy. Pull yourself together man. Get with the program. Get up. Go have a shower. Get out of the mansion before any of the brothers find out how bad it is. The pep talk seems to help. He pushes up from the floor, dizzy, but up, on his feet. Nehero heads for the shower again. He has a lot to do.
Last night shit hit the fan. Alex got caught on camera killing a human. His face is plastered all over the news. Last night he was too angry to talk to him. He would have killed Alex, the brother has a problem. Fuck he should have known, seen it at least but then he has been oblivious for a long time now. Goldilocks got him packed and out of the mansion in record time. Stashed him with The Brotherhood in London. Out of Neher’s reach… so he thinks, but the minute he gets the time and opportunity Nehero is going to kill that SOB.
Nehero leans against the shower wall, his muscles twitch. His body feels heavy almost too dense to hold up. The water runs down his back hot as possible, but he feels cold and empty. He sighs, letting the air deep into him. He shrugs his shoulders and steps under the spray again, letting it hit him in the face. Grabbing the shower gel, he makes quick work of washing his body and his hair. He needs to feed no matter how much he would like to forgo that hell. Nehero wraps a towel around his hips. The muscles in his shoulders flex with each move.
He is a large male; his dark hair hangs down past his shoulders. Green eyes stare back at him from a face that is masculine and by all accounts beautiful, 5’clock beard stubble shadow his strong square jaw. He has no illusions about his appearance, he knows he is a handsome man; he attracts women, but only the dark ones. The ones that recognize a dangerous predator and wants to be his supper or his toy. He runs a razor over his cheeks and chin before grabbing a fresh set of black cargo pants and a T-shirt from his closet. Pulling on a pair of steel-toed boots, he grabs his coat and heads out the door to the command center.
The sound of his brother’s voices is so familiar and yet so unwelcome, and also completely unavoidable. He concentrates on staying upright and heads for his chair. the black leather of the chair whispers as he finds a comfortable spot to park his ass. He is relieved that he has managed to stay upright and he hopes he can keep the pretense up long enough to fool Goldie.
Goldie watches as their leader heads for his chair. The male is freshly shaved but the stench of hunger still clings to him. The brothers have been watching him for a while; they fear him. He is the last of the original ancients. They were created, born in a way. From them, all the others were made. Things went critical way back, and the ancients came together to form the nómos Aíma.
Nehero was one of the ten enforcers elected; their task was to enforce the laws. In time, the ancients all succumbed to the blood hunger. Madness driving them to feed relentlessly, they decimated villages. In the beginning, they were able to hide it, blaming the dead villages on the plague, but in time, he was forced to kill his brothers. Blood hunger did not stop with the ancients but it continued in the made. Now only Nehero remains and the other brotherhoods fear him. They call him The Executioner.
“You look like shit.” Goldie levels a stern stare at Nehero. Those green eyes flash black and death stares at Goldie from that familiar face. Goldie does his best suppressing the instinctive fear raising the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Fuck you too,” Nehero answers expressionless. He just wants to get out and take care of business. Turning from him, he pins Sky with a look.
“What you got?” Nehero asks Sky who is manning the PC’s, it is usually Alex’s job but yeah, that motherfucker is tucked away from him for now. He watches as Sky’s hands speed over the keyboards at his fingertips.
“It’s been quiet for a few weeks now, but we got a rep on a couple of humans turned up seriously anemic on 86‟Th. Got the cops on the Satanism train again.” Sky shoots a grin at him but Nehero can see it is not in his eyes. They fear him, there was a time when they called him a friend, but these days they only ever have fear in their eyes when they look at him. It irritates the shit out of him the way they shift into fighting positions and pat around for a weapon.
“I’ll take that.” Nehero all but growls at Sky.
“You need to feed.” Goldie pisses in the pot.
“Heard you,” Nehero says getting up and heading for the weapons cabinet. Pulling a pair of Gloc’s he checks the clips before sliding it home. He used to be all asking questions and shit but these days he shoots first and then ask questions. Very short conversations… hell, most seem not to have anything to say, might be because they are a little short on a heartbeat. Not that Nehero gives a shit.
“Nehero, we need you, my brother. You got to take care of yourself.” Goldie steps up to him. Nehero shoots a glare at him, before resuming his ignore routine. He's not up for a full-on confrontation; the brothers might kick his ass at this point. It just might even be a fair fight with him pulling the jelly leggy shit. Goldie lays a hand on his shoulder and it is almost enough to push Nehero over the edge. Nehero growls at Goldie stepping in closer; he does not miss the shifting of the brothers pulling together in the background. Goldie slowly removes his hand.
“Nehero, you need to feed,” Goldie whispers softly his face tight and the stench of fear permeating the air.
“I heard you the first time. Now move.” Nehero growls at him. He is in no mood for a conversation.
“I’m coming with you.” Goldie must be dancing with tall dark and suicidal tonight, Nehero thinks to himself.
“I’m too old for a babysitter,” Nehero says stepping off and pulling a few daggers from the cabinet. They slide home into sheaths that he had strapped to his thighs and chest. He lays a hand on Goldie‟s chest with the intention of shoving Goldie out of his way. Goldie steps back before Nehero can shove him, but the look in his eye is clear he will just follow him.
“I’ll score you some dinner. You’re too ugly to get any on your own.” Goldie tries a bit of humor. Nehero stares at him ignoring the rest. Truth be told it might be a good idea. Humans sense the danger in him and they do not react well. He needs a quick feed and then he is going to go check out the rep on the hemoglobinly challenged.
“Fine, but hurry your ass along,” Nehero says dropping back in his chair. His legs just won’t keep him up for long and there is no need to let the others know. Goldie heads out at a fast pace he needs to get rid of the jeans and get into fighting gear. He leans back closing his eyes. The other brothers are uneasy but they settle back and the soft ebb and flow of conversation resume.
“Look, my brother, you said if I fuck the twins you will give me your bike. You made the bet now cough up.” Shen is a soft-spoken male with Asian features.
“Shen, my brother. I was suitably impressed by your little exhibitionism on the dance floor. It was very entertaining and I’ll admit I was surprised, but I can’t give you the bike.” Sky’s laughter is clear in his voice. Nehero had heard about the bet thing. He is a little intrigued and opens an eye to watch the exchange. The other brothers are clearly amused by the argument between the two.
“I will buy you a Suzuki, that’s for your kind. You can pick anyone you want.” Sky offers.
“Fuck you, I don’t want a Suzuki. You made the bet; I fucked em, I get the bike.”
“Shen, it’s a Harley, a 1989 Harley Sportster. It’s American, not Asian. I’m not going back on the bet; I’m just offering you something that is more appropriate for you.” Sky reasons. Nehero is amused by the obvious racism Sky is dishing out.
“Fuck you Sky. You made the bet. I demand you to give me the bike.” Goldie walks in dressed for fighting, passing Shen he shoves the male back into his chair. Nehero was about to intervene but he is glad his second in command will handle the situation.
“Sit down Shen. Sky you made the bet, I was a witness, Shen fucked them so you will give him the bike. I will hear no more of this.” Goldie says while strapping on holsters for his array of daggers. Nehero likes his daggers with a heavier blade, but Goldie prefers the weight in the handle. Fortunately, they have an excellent weapons smith that makes their daggers to their exact and precise measurements.
Nehero grins as Sky curses a blue streak. The male loves his bike. The thing is they all thought Shen was gay probably why Sky made the bet. The two of them have never gotten along. Everyone figured Shen was gay and Sky was a homophobe… but lately, there has been another edge to their constant bickering. Nehero knows he is slipping and slipping badly. This shit with Alex, he should have seen it, and frankly, he should have done something about Sky and Shen a long time ago. He needs to pull himself together before something goes really wrong.
“Let’s go.” Goldie stands before Nehero; he had noticed the smile when Sky went off about how unfair this was. It was the first smile Goldie had seen on Nehero in… well, a long time. Watching the huge male getting up and up Goldie holds his ground. The last ten or so years his eyes would shift from the deep forest green to black. No one had seen anything like it before and it is fucking scary. For the moment, it’s back to green and it is a small comfort to Goldie. Following Nehero’s huge body, they head for outdoors.
Alex had put up some sort of alarm system that keeps Vampires from dematerializing in the mansion. The outside is a balmy night, the air fresh and clean. Nehero stops to take a deep breath. The short walk was more of an effort than he had expected. His body is so very weak and he hates it. He used to have no problem feeding, but for some reason, he has lost the desire, but not the need. Concentrating he scrambles his molecules focussing on the club where they usually hang out and pick up dinner. The ally is empty and Nehero takes shape again. The soft disturbance in the air signals Goldie’s arrival to his right.
Nehero heads straight for the club. Bouncers recognize him on site and step aside allowing him to jump the line. The inside is dark and the music throbs. Humans scatter as Nehero strides in heading for the VIP section. Scanning the crowd for what he wants. He is holding his body up and forcing himself to move and hunt through sheer willpower. Spotting a human female, a little chubby brunette he fixes on her. Taking over her mind is fast and easy for him. He wills the female to his side. Wrapping an arm around her he pulls her to the back of the sealed off area. The last booth at the back is great for what he needs. Sliding in he pulls her onto his lap Nehero tilts her head going straight for what he wants no conversation no foreplay.
The flush in her body tells him the chemicals that his bite releases into her bloodstream are masking the pain with pleasure. The female starts rubbing against him desperately seeking release. The bite of a vampire is a very powerful aphrodisiac and the feeding usually goes with sex but he does not even get hard anymore. Ignoring her desperate fuck me whimpers he pulls harder on her carotid artery. He just wants to get it over with as soon as possible.
Nehero seals the puncture wounds with a quick lick making sure he gets saliva in the wounds to speed the healing. If he does not seal it properly, she would bleed out. He shoves her off him and gets up. Heading out of the club, he reckons he had taken care of the unpleasant task in less than five minutes.
Good, now he just needs to keep it down. The impulse to gag and upchuck his dinner is nearly irresistible but his body needs it.
Nehero leans up against the back wall of the club. He needs a few minutes. He may want to upchuck his dinner but his body is absorbing it with joy and putting it to good work. The taste was awful on his tongue but his strength returning is good.
“Better?” Goldie follows Neher’s example and leans back against the wall.
“You should be more careful Nehero. You need to feed regularly.” There is a whole lot of silence coming from the other male. Goldie watches as color comes back into his leaders face. The air of desperate hunger is fading rapidly.
“You going to go check out the low on juice now?”
“Yeah, you and I both know it’s not Satanism.”
“No, it’s not. Let’s go.”
“In a minute. I want to talk about Alex.” Nehero shifts a little. Goldie is surprised, he has not taken an interest in the Brotherhood business for a long time. Admittedly, this particular shit storm is something they have never dealt with but still.
“I send him to Conner. I did not tell Conner why, though. Only asked if Alex could stay there for a few weeks.”
“Goldie, he killed a human. It’s against the nómos Aíma. “
“I know, but Nehero, there’s more to it. That’s not Alex, he’s not like that… you know he is always so careful. Look I know it’s your duty and mine to enforce the law… and we will, but first, we need to get to the bottom of it.”
“I agree, I will talk to him but, in the end, he will still die. There is no other way.”
“He said he was protecting humans.”
“How? He killed a human, my brother.” Nehero says as he rubs a hand through his hair. Goldie has no explanation for Alex’s actions either and they settle against the wall in silence.
“Goldie my brother, how? How do you protect humans by killing one? Even if it was a crime that is what their justice system is for. It’s not our concern or our place. The law states that killing a human is punishable by death.” The thing bothers Nehero more than he likes, he prefers his constant cold nothingness to this.
“The law says that killing a human by feeding or for sport or pleasure is punishable by death. There is a difference if he was killing to protect.”
“Yeah? How do you work that one? He can take over a mind, twist it, do anything, they’re human. They’re stupid, mindless walking dinners. He does not have to kill one to protect the other. It’s not his business and it is stupid.”
“I know, but Nehero, please before you kill him allow me to get to the bottom of this. It’s Alex, he’s one of us. Give me a little time to figure this out ok?” He looks into Goldie’s eyes, he had appointed him because he feels and the other male cares. Nehero has not felt anything in such a long time that he does not think he is able to feel anything anymore. He needed someone to counteract the coldness in him. Now Goldie is begging for the life of someone Nehero knows he should care about, but he feels nothing for Alex.
“Fine, you get one month. No more.” Nehero shoves away from the wall the blood he had consumed had done its thing; his body is strong, powerful again. Not at full power for that he still needs a shit load more blood, but this is enough. He heads for the address Sky had given for the two dead humans. He needs to confirm that it was a Blood Addict who killed them. The BA’s keep them busy most of the time and if those fuckers are not enough, there’s always a Zealot to content with. This is their life, kill BA’s, hunt lawbreakers and always be on the lookout for a Z cause those fuckers just want you dead in creative ways.
Nehero pushes up making a jump that lands him on top of a six-story building with ease. He prefers traveling up top. Goldie had shifted into mist drifting along with him as he leaps from building to building. Goldie prefers traveling as a mist, but Nehero hates the disembodied feeling and only dematerializes when he must travel a long distance.
They make their way from one end of New York to the other. The building they are looking for is in a nice neighborhood. Nehero lands on the opposite building extending his senses to the building. The main floor is only a lobby with a security guard and a reception and elevators. The second floor is divided into four units. All occupied, the second floor up to the fifth are all the same but the sixth floor is unique, it is one huge space and its soundproofed.
BA’s like fancy neighborhoods so does Z’s… and soundproofing keeps sunlight out and ensure the neighbors don’t throw a hissing fit over screaming humans. It is odd, though as a rule, they never feed where they live. It increases the risk of discovery and Z’s are notorious for having a normal life in human eyes, they only turn into monsters when humans do not watch. The place is definitely worth investigating. Nehero listens with one ear to Goldie’s conversation ordering some more brothers just in case they are needed. He has no intention of waiting like a trained dog at his master’s feet.
Scrambling his molecules, he drifts into the building heading up the stairs. The security cameras would be a problem but he slips under the camera before taking form. The blind spot gives him the time and space to reach up snapping the wires off. The camera
blinks off and Nehero heads for the door. Concentrating he flips the lock open easing the door open inch by inch.
The scent roars through him setting him on fire. He has never smelled anything like it in his entire long life. The smell makes him want to purr, curl up and simply melt in it. He knows exactly what it means and he rejects it utterly. Using every bit of control, he has, he shoves it away from him, breathing in through his mouth to avoid the delicate scent of forever. He can only smell and hear one human female. Her heart is the only thing beating in that place. There is nothing of the smell of decay and death so characteristic of a BA’s pad and there are no female Z’s. The place is clear. Nehero listens as the female sings of love in Italian. He is so focused on the female that he is unaware of Goldie slipping up behind him.
“What you got in there?” Goldie asks curiously. Something about Nehero’s body language is off.
“Human female. Nothing else, the place is clear.” Nehero growls softly at him.
“Great, second floor then. Come have a look.” Nehero nods his head; slipping away from the door. He flips the lock back in place. Heading downstairs, he is grateful that the cameras are out. Goldie’s handy work no doubt. He has a gift for manipulating electronic equipment. Goldie talks about shit but Nehero is having trouble getting his body back under control. Everything in him screams to walk back up to that apartment, open the door, head for that shower and bury himself so deep inside that female that he will never find his way out again.
Finding Sky outside the vics apartment he nods at him taking a quick peek inside. Shen is standing in the middle of the living room; his back is bent backward at what is probably a very uncomfortable angle. His arms spread wide and his eyes closed. Shen is keening softly to himself. The position must be hell to hold. Nehero shakes his head, poor Shen. The male has the unfortunate gift perhaps more accurately called a curse to see the past, the future, and even the present in a mix and out of context. His visions are useless as they can’t tell you anything of value and yet they always come true and he’s always right.
“How long he been in?” Nehero asks Sky.
“About a minute or so. We got here, I opened the door, and there he went. Haven’t a clue what he’s on about. He keeps saying someone should sing to her or she will die.”
“I’m going in.” Nehero surprises both Goldi and Sky, as long as they can remember he has never tried to care for Shen. Nehero steps into the apartment moving slowly. Shen is smaller than all of them, but the male is lightning fast. He is bloody dangerous with everything… including nothing. No need to get your ass handed to you if moving slowly will keep your head on your shoulders and your ass in your pants.
“Shen my brother, come back to us.” He stares at the male as pure white eyes turn to him blindly.
“Sing to her. She will die. Sing. Play for her she will die if you don’t. You play so beautifully. Play for her.” Shen’s voice is singsong, yet flat and lifeless. Nehero looks around; against the wall is a piano. Maybe the BA’s tortured the humans. They were definitely here. Their stench is all over the place.
“It’s OK Shen, it’s OK my man. Why don’t you just come back to us OK?” Nehero watches and the slight shift in Shen’s stance heralds his return. He moves quickly to shove a shoulder under the male holding him up. The sound of retching starts almost immediately. He is grateful when Sky shoulders the other side of Shen between them they manhandle Shen to the bathroom. He always vomits badly after a vision and that is followed up shortly with a massive migraine.
Shen is grateful to whoever is holding his hair out of the way. He feels like shit… well, will you look at that? The piercing pain shooting through his eye warns him of his imminent desire to die.
Leaning back against the legs of whoever is holding his hair back. Shen looks up to see who is taking care of him. He had expected Goldie but to his shock, it is Sky.
“Thank you.” Shen croaks in a hoarse voice expecting a sharp bitch slap from the other male.
“Ts nothing. I have you.” Sky’s quiet reply astounds all the brothers. It was even more shocking than Nehero taking care of Shen. Sky never helps Shen with anything, and frankly the bitching between the two has reached a point where all assume they hate one another.
“No problem brother. I got you.” Sky reassures him calmly. Shen pushes himself up from the toilet.
“Night,” He mumbles before passing out. Nehero moves quickly making a grab for him and preventing him from cracking his head a good one. He shifts his hold and slings Shen over his shoulder. It has been a long night for all. Heading out the door with Shen draped like a scarf around his shoulders.
“Goldie go through the place but I doubt you’ll find anything, we're heading home. Sky be ready if Shen tosses it I’m tossing him to you.” Nehero knows they’re gaping at him; he is behaving very strangely and he knows it. He is always cold, scary, and deadly. He usually inspires cuddling sessions with a pissed of Grisly rather than spending time with anyone. He is a leader, a little apart from everyone but these last few years he has grown so distant from them that the brothers are totally goat fucked confused. Nehero ignores them and heads out the apartment concentrating he scrambles himself and Shen moving rapidly for home.