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Chp Six

“Thorne! Get up!” barked Oliver, marching into the room. I scrambled around to sit up in bed, unaware that it was about six in the evening. Oliver was sipping on a glass of what appeared to be some kind of red wine but it seemed…thicker. “We have a work order! You and Nikki need to go meet an associate of mine!”

“Wherzzi?” I slurred, resisting the urge to bury myself under the blankets and never wake up again. The bed just felt so nice with its thick, fluffy blankets and soft sheets.

“He’s at the bar! On Bourbon Street!” Oliver gasped, like this was obvious news I should’ve known. “At the one that sells the hand grenades!”

I couldn’t remember the name of it, but I knew roughly where it was. Oliver yanked me out of bed and steadied me into a standing position. “Thorne, c’mon”, he whined. “You and your brother need to go down there. Now. Wake up.”

“I am awake”, I argued even though I was still fairly out of it. Oliver escorted me downstairs where Nikki was, already dressed in fresh clothes. I must’ve been looking at him funny because he started talking to me.

“It took some convincing but Oliver and I got Val to help me pack up the apartment and bring our stuff here”, Nikki explained. “When we get back, you should take a shower and put on clean clothes. Val’s been doing laundry since we got back.”

I glanced to Oliver who nodded. “Okay”, I shrugged. “Well let’s go meet this associate.”

Nikki and I walked outside to his car. As he drove, he explained the contact to me. “By the sounds of it, it’s one of our regulars”, he said. “Oliver just told me to look for the guy in the fedora even though I’m not the one talking to him.”

“When was the last time you talked to anyone?” I questioned. “You never go out in the field anymore.”

“I have to keep look-out”, Nikki answered, like this was something we’d gone over a thousand times. In reality, I guess we had.

“It wouldn’t kill you to help bring the bodies back once in awhile”, I muttered. “They’re so heavy, especially after rigor mortis.”

“Been there, done that”, Nikki retorted. We drove into town where Nikki parked in the usual alley as I got out of the car and tried to find the place that sold hand grenades. Most bars around here had some sort of signature drink. A hand grenade was basically a tall, bright green glass that was shaped like a grenade at the bottom. I had honestly never purchased one so I don’t know if they were vodka, tequila, rum or what. Silently, I scanned the bar, looking for the man in the fedora. He was sitting in the back. Trying to act natural, I ordered two shots from the bar and brought them back to him.

“So, we have a mutual friend?” I asked, handing him the shot. The man looked up and I saw a pair of ever so familiar clear eyes.

“Thorne?” he questioned.

“Kellin?” I replied.

“Oliver sent you?” he asked.

“You associate with Oliver?” I inquired. We kept our eyes locked for a few moments as everything I knew about Kellin clicked. The pale skin, the refusing to hang out during the day, the weird quirks. “You’re like him aren’t you?” I asked.

Kellin shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”, he muttered.

“Kells, it’s alright”, I laughed. “This is N’ Awlins after all. I-I’m just new to this scene. Um, why don’t we go somewhere and talk? Walk with me?”

The pretty-boy medical student shrugged and swallowed the shot I brought him. I swallowed mine and together, we left. “So how do you know Sykes?” he questioned.

“I uh, ran into him at the cemetery the other night”, I answered. “He was trying to get away from Andy Biersack.”

Kellin laughed. “There’s a fight I don’t want to be a part of”, he smiled. “So you’ve picked a side?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He shrugged as we dodged people on the sidewalk. “You’re working with Oliver. That means you’re on his side, right?”

“I’m not on a side”, I said.

“Craigs, c’mon”, Kellin smiled. “Even we don’t pick sides in the underground.”

“Then what do you do?”

“Well…” Kellin trailed off and looked away, like he was thinking. “We do business with the both of them. You know, I can get blood bags from the hospital. But like, I’m not going to sell one out to the other or anything. Or…work with one exclusively.”

“If you can get blood bags, what do you need all these bodies for?” I questioned.

“First of all, I’m a medical student”, Kellin giggled. “Second…” He lowered his voice and pulled me closer so he could whisper in my ear. “I read Frankenstein and did a report on it for my ethics class about trying to play God and stuff and thought ‘well why don’t I try that myself?’”

I shivered. This most terrifying thing about that was that Kellin was smart enough he might actually be able to do it. “Obviously, I need to right parts for the specimen”, Kellin continued. “I’ve been observing the obituaries and there a fairly decent looking one that was just entombed today. Can you get it for me? It’s an older guy, good for first step type stuff. He was a construction worker who had a heart attack. I’m willing to spot 500 for Carl Reid.”

“Alright then”, I shrugged. “Do you know where he’s at?”

“In our usual spot”, Kellin assured. “Meet me behind the library once you have him.”

I nodded and we went in opposite directions. Kellin to his car I guess and me to Nikki. When I got back to the car, I gave Nikki the details.

“So Kellin’s in cahoots with Oli?” Nikki sighed. “Thorne, I feel like you’re getting us deeper into something dark.”

“Like what we’re doing now isn’t dark”, I scoffed. “Snatching bodies. It’s so fucking medieval.”

“It’s so fucking timeless”, Nikki corrected, grinning. “There will always be a need.” He dropped me off a block away from the cemetery and parked into another hidden alley. I snuck in through a hole in the back, bringing my tools with me. Silently I roamed the graves before finding a box labeled “Reid”. Sure enough, Carl’s name was on there. I hooked my crowbar to the seal and tugged.

“Thorne, you’re just everywhere”, said a deep voice. I turned around and saw Andy leaning against a tomb, beaming.

“Andy”, I sighed.

“You know, you and Oliver left pretty fast the other night. Why don’t we-“

“I just need this body”, I said.

He nodded and lit a cigarette. “I know that”, Andy shrugged, puffing out poisonous clouds. “I was just thinking that we should get together and do something one day. Without Oliver.” When I didn’t answer and kept playing with the tomb, Andy stepped over and placed his hand on it. “What did Oliver tell you about me?” he cooed. “That I’m a monster? That I’ll suck you dry and eat you?” He laughed, like that was funny. Maybe to a vampire it was funny but not to me. “Thorne, I’m not going to do that. In fact if anything, you should be more concerned about Oliver feeding on you.”

“Oliver hasn’t done anything to me”, I said quietly.

“Yet”, Andy purred. “Thorne, I just want to hang out and get to know you. Is that so bad?”

I sighed. “I guess not”, I mumbled.

Andy grinned and removed his hand. “Good, then I want to see you at the coffee shop where the French Quarter meets the Dutch Quarter tomorrow at noon.”

“What do I tell Oliver?” I questioned.

“Tell him you have something better to do than risk your neck”, Andy shrugged.

“Like that’s going to fly”, I muttered.

Andy ripped the seal off the tomb, revealing the body of Carl Reid. “He can be mad at you all he wants but this isn’t your fight to take sides in”, he said quietly. I cautiously reached around Andy and pulled the cadaver out of the concrete box before it was sealed shut again.

“Thank you”, I whispered.

He grinned. “No problem”, Andy replied. “Remember, noon!”

“Noon, gotcha”, I nodded. Andy turned on his heel and walked off, his hips sashaying as he strutted out of the cemetery. I pulled my corpse back to Nikki and shoved it into the backseat.

“How’d it go?” Nikki asked. “This one’s not smelly-“

“Just drive”, I sighed. I wanted the night to be done. Kellin would pay me, we’d go back to Oliver’s, and I’d try to figure out how to get away with tomorrow.

Notes

Comments

oh, Mr. Biersack! sashaying indeed!

anathema anathema
10/21/16

@DayTripper


*blushes*

anathema anathema
10/21/16

@anathema
I love you so fucking much lol you're a doll <3 ;P

DayTripper DayTripper
10/21/16

@DayTripper
whatever, man, you're a skilled writer!

anathema anathema
10/20/16

@anathema
If only it worked out that way more often lol

DayTripper DayTripper
10/20/16