My Boyfriend is a Monster (43 page)

ONE: 265

T
he dark blue compact flew down the highway. The Crow sat behind the wheel while the Raven watched the outside night race towards him, only to disappear behind them.

“I take it the job pays well,” the Crow said turning down the ragtime jazz on the radio.

“Yes Lovey, very well indeed,” the Raven said not taking his eyes off the night sky.

“I am very excited about going to Chicago,” she said glancing over at him.

“I know you are,” he said a little distant. He was trying to assess the right moment.

“What is wrong my love?” she asked.

“This job,” the Raven said turning his head towards her.

“
What about it?”

The Raven sighed. Thinking there would be no better time than now since the closer to Chicago they got, the more excited she would get. “I read the files before we left my dear,” he said and paused. “The instructions for this job and echoed by our new friend Mr. Merrick, call for a lay low approach to this job,” he said hoping this would sit well.

“How low?” she asked getting a little upset.

“Completely,” he said deciding to just drop it all at once.

“I see.”

“That means no night life, no chases, no fighting and absolutely no killing,” he said.

“What if we’re attacked, or provoked?” the Crow asked trying to find a silver lining.

“Then we will flee into the night and lick our wounds like stray dogs,” the Raven said poetically.

“Like dogs,” she said going cold.

“The money is enormous my love and their will most certainly be killing at the end,” he said trying to bring her back. Sliding over he put his arm around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Besides lover, even if there is none, we always have the future.

“Montreal,” She said perking a bit.

“Forget Montreal Lovey, we will travel by boat to England
, then when we are bored of London we will cross to France, to Paris. We will spend mountains of money for the silliest and most frivolous of luxuries,” he said pulling her closer.

She was quite for a moment then smiled. “How much is, very well?”

“A plethora of wealth,” he whispered.

“I suppose lying low for a while won’t be so bad,” she said remembering how much fun flaunting money in Paris was.

“Of course my eternal, and we can always go on a spree on our way to port. Get all that pent up tension out,” the Raven said kissing her on the cheek.

“Very well,” she said giving him a smile. “I guess I have millions of reasons not to,” the Crow said with a disappointing grin. It turned into a laugh once she thought of how clichéd she sounded. “I sound
like a bad action movie from the 80’s.”

The Raven seemed to agree. “Horrible
decade,” he said while she continued to laugh. They continued up interstate 55 passing an all familiar green highway sign.

This one read
,
Chicago 265
.

TWO: 30 000 Feet above Glasgow

A private jet soars through the sky above the city of Glasgow. Inside Tyre, Percy and Quinn sit at a small table drinking liquor instead of tea. Seven more men are accompanying them on this flight. Some of them are talking and drinking while three others pass the time playing cards.

“Marcus is going to be angry boy,” Percy said taking a large gulp and finishing his rum. He immediately reaches for the bottle and pours another.

“Fuck Marcus,” Tyre said finishing his and holding the empty glass out.

Percy filled it and smiled. “Yeah, fuck him,” he laughed holding up his rum
as they both raced to finish.

Hitting an air pocket the jet dropped a bit. Morphing into his monster form Quinn gripped the arms of his chair so tight he was indenting them with is claws.

Percy was enjoying it immensely. “Look at this Elemental Puss,” he said pointing at Quinn.

“Fuck off Percy, I don’t like to fly,” Quinn said morphing back and forth from human to monster at every little bump.

“I don’t get it, most of you Elementals fucking fly,” Percy slurred.

“Actually it’s more like riding the air. And I don’t.”

Tyre leaned over him. “Christ Quinn,” Tyre said watching him change back and forth. He started to feel discombobulated. “You’re going to make that permanent if you keep it up.”

“Fuck off Boss,” Quinn said quickly wincing. “Sorry Boss,” he yelled gripping the arms of the chair tighter as the plane hit an
other pocket. It looked like he was trying to get a look at his own face as his eyes feverishly wondered from side to side and up and down. “Can that actually happen?” He turned to Percy. “Can it?”

Percy shrugged his
shoulders. “On the bright side, I know you can’t get any fucking stupider,” he said then burst out laughing.

This time Tyre poured the rum for Percy as he laughed and turned to Quinn. “I’m just fucking with you my son,” he said handing Percy his drink and pouring another for himself.

“About which one,” Quinn said still changing back and forth. “Messing with me about the changing permanently or the getting more stupid?” he asked recoiling as they hit another pocket.

“I stand corrected,” Percy said staring at him in disbelief.

“Don’t worry Quinn,” Tyre said slapping his leg. “Five more hours to go,” he said winking at Percy.

“Fucking great,” Quinn said wincing again.

“Then we fuel up in St. Johns and its back up into the air,” Tyre said taking another swig while laughing.

“Maybe I’ll just take a cab from there,” Quinn said now actually trying to consciously stop from morphing, unsuccessfully.

Percy leaned in beside Quinn trying not to laugh. “If you think about it eh, it’s five, five and a half hours but, it’s a three and a half hour time difference, so really, it’s like. . .” Percy blows his lips as he tries to do the math in his drunken state. “Two hours tops.” He holds up his glass and smiles. “Fuck boys, were practically there,” he declared taking another drink.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Quinn asked confused.

Percy just started to laugh and put his arm around him. “I’m talking about you being so fucking stupid,” he said and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

“So after we fill up in St. Johns, were going straight to the well,” Tyre said getting serious.

“The well,” Percy repeated calming down. “I thought we were going straight to Chicago, why do you want to see the man down the well?”

“We
’re in the area. It might be time.”

“To what, I’m sure he went bat shit crazy
a century ago,” Percy said pouring more rum.

“I think he’s right Boss, anything he tells us now will just be the ramblings of a mad man,” Quinn said no longer morphing.

“We’ll see,” Tyre said smiling and drinking his rum.

“The man in the well it is then,” Percy said offering Quin
n a drink of his rum and putt it just under his nose. Turning away like the smell was going to make him sick only made Tyre and Percy laugh harder. “Fucking Puss,” Percy said and laughed harder.

THREE: 25 Miles outside of Yazoo City

The car pulled into the gas station setting off the bells beside the pump. A young attendant came out and greeted the Preacher getting out of the car.

“How much sir?” the young man asked grabbing the nozzle and turning the pump on.

“Fill it up if you please,” the Preacher said.

“You got it,” he said removing the gas cap and sticking the nozzle in.

“Beautiful night,” the Preacher said looking up at the sky.

“
Sure is, better if I didn’t have to work.”

The Preacher laughed. “I’m sure it would be.”

“Where you heading?” the kid asked making small talk.

“Chicago.”

“Never been,” the young man admitted. “Never been anywhere really.”

“Wonderful city,” he said almost excited to be going.

“Business or pleasure?” the kid asked checking the meter.

“Business I’m afraid,” he said with a hint of disappointment. “When serving the Father it is always business,” the Preacher said looking to the sky.

“At least you get to travel.”

“Yes, the Father has me going all over the world,” he said walking behind his car and opening the trunk. Grabbing a couple of bills out of the briefcase that laid on top of two dead mobsters he heard the slightest shift of movement on the concrete.  He didn’t even have to raise his head to know the young man had followed him back and saw what was inside the trunk. The kid was quick and if he had
not been a Monster the Preacher might not have noticed. But he was, and he did.

“And I guess your clergy just gives you assignments?” he asked trying to act as natural as possible. Wishing he had shoved his knife in his pocket before coming out he wondered if he should come up with an excuse to go back and get it and call the police.

“Something like that,” the Preacher said and closed the trunk.

The nozzle violently clicked a
nd stopped. Pulling it out the young attendant shut it off and placed it back. Looking at the front of the pump he checked the cost and decided he would call the police when he goes to make change. “That’ll be-” Turning around he found the Preacher already standing in front of him. His eyes seemed to glow while fangs extruded from his mouth. “What the fu-”A loud crackle like celery being twisted ended his sentence. Dropping to the ground the young attendant lay lifeless on the cold concrete.

“I am truly sorry my boy,” the Preacher said apologetically. Grabbing the young man by the ankle he dragged him around the back of the car. Opening the trunk he picked the boy up, as one would with a bag of groceries, and dropped him inside. He paused for a moment. “Waste not, want not I suppose,” he said tearing off the boy’s arm. Blood sprayed across the trunk painting the plastic and metal. “Suppose I should have gotten the extra insurance,” he chuckled to himself and slammed the trunk shut.

Throwing the severed arm through the window he opened the door and slid in. Starting the car he sat looking out beyond the highway. “Lily,” he said quietly to himself and grabbed the arm bleeding on the passenger seat. “Needed some snacks anyways.” Biting into the flesh of the separated limb he pulled his head back looking like he was eating a piece of human taffy.

The car pulled out onto the highway. Heading down the black stretch of road the red lights glared back at the empty gas station. From the office “Blue on Blue” by Bobby Vinton played on the radio.

Finally the red tail lights disappeared into the distant night, getting that much closer to their destination . . . Chicago.

TO BE CONTINUED IN . . .

MY BOYFRIEND IS A MONSTER

II

D
ear Reader.

I hope you enjoyed the story and are looking forward to the next.

This was always a story about Lily, and in this book I wanted to introduce her, her plight and hint at the extraordinary world she is about to enter. It will be filled with danger and horror that she has only just discovered by Nathan revealing himself. This story was about her finding her courage and strength within herself, something she is going to need in the very near future. It started with her leaving an abusive relationship, finding a life in friends who became family, standing up for herself when the danger of going back was presented and finding the determination and will to fight back. I believed I did that in Chapter 17. And with that I hope the ending was very satisfying.

Along with the many questions of certain events and certain people, I did want to leave open on purpose. I wanted questions to be asked in hopes of adding to th
e anticipation for the next story. Bringing me to Chapter 18, which was actually going to be Chapter 1 of the second book, including Chapter 16, which was going to be a flashback, or a stop after the gas station (I was not even going to add the Preacher until the 2
nd
book). Now I feel that I have given a proper ending to this story and built a good level of anticipation for the next. The Raven and the Crow are only a few hours from Chicago, Tyre and company are heading their direction as well with talk about a “Man down a well”. The Preacher did not mention Nathan at all, he said “Lily”, and he will be in Chicago shortly. Why did Nathan murder that woman in the alley? Did he eat Rick? When will he go home? Will Lily go with him? What will happen when Marcus discovers Lily? Why is Marcus after Nathan? If Nathan is so powerful why doesn’t he just kill Marcus? Why isn’t Merrick just tracking him? Will Lily tell Todd about Nathan? Will Todd warn Lily when the drugs wear off?