(Prompt) 353. A body has been found and the dental records show it is your best friend. The parents have asked you to go and identify the body. Describe the experience.
When Bomber turned the corner of the bar, the two bouncers at the back door nodded to him. “Evening, sir,” one said, his voice deep and growly. He sported a blue mohawk and sunglasses.
Bomber smiled at him. “Come inside, Blue.”
Blue couldn’t help but grin at his partner, and opened the door for Bomber. Bomber walked by him, inhaling his scent. He’d had Lor for a light appetizer, but now he wanted a full course.
He saw some other workers, and they saw Blue following Bomber. They went to the second floor, to his office, where Bomber closed the door, dampening the music. He looked to Blue, and motioned to the couch. “Sit down. This is the first time for you, isn’t it?” Bomber took off his suit jacket and draped it over his chair.
“Yes, sir,” he said. His leg bounced nervously.
“Don’t be scared, it doesn’t hurt. In fact, people seem to like it.” Bomber sat down next to Blue. “Turn around, look out the window.”
Blue turned his body and looked out the window. He felt Bomber’s head near his neck, brushing his tongue against his vein. Blue shuddered, and then relaxed. He felt a small sharp pain, and then pure and heavenly bliss. He relaxed into Bomber’s strong arms, moaning into what he had heard was called The Kiss. He let himself drop into it, enjoying every second of it.
Then, seemingly too soon, he came back to himself. He heard the creak of leather and felt the body behind him get up. He realized he was so hard he hurt.
He felt someone feel his package, and a deep voice say, “Let me take care of that for you.” Blue opened his eyes to see his boss unzip Blue’s jeans and fish him out. “I caused it, after all.”
Blue wanted to say that he wasn’t gay. But at his boss’ deft touch, he didn’t care. A couple of minutes later, he was redressed and left on the couch to recover.
Bomber stepped out of his office, his cheeks bright with color. Anilia was waiting outside. She looked up at him adoringly. “Bomber,” she said in greeting, and kissed him, wrapping herself around him. “I had hoped you would feed from me.”
“I was starving,” Bomber said. “And that piece of meat looked damn good.”
She pouted, and then Bomber fondled a breast. That made her feel better, and looked up at him again, the adoration in her eyes. She merely stared at him and was knocked out of the reverie by seeing Blue open the office door. He stood there for half a second, then walked by them and back to his post.
Bomber finally let go of Anilia’s breast. “Did you get that band booked?”
“Hmm…yeah. They’ll be on next week.”
“Good.” He started to leave.
“There’s something else I need to tell you…” She concentrated, trying to think. Bomber stood, waiting. He no longer breathed, and it didn’t bother him to wait. He had nothing spectacular to do tonight anyway. He was going to go downstairs and check on his adoring employees, to make sure everything was going all right.
“Oh, I remember. Mowgli is dead and they need someone to identify the body.”
“Mowgli?” Bomber remembered him as a just-barely 21 year old who looked like he was twelve, all skin and bones and not much else. But amazingly agile, he could perform acrobatics that made the rest of the club laugh. Bomber fed him his blood to make him tougher, but never had fed from him. They called him “Mowgli” after the character in Jungle Book. “What happened?”
Anilia shrugged. “He went to Baumtown,” as if that was explanation enough.
“They expect me to identify the body?”
“I don’t think so. But he used to be a Bitten, so maybe one of them knew him.”
“I’ll go ask.”
“They’ll do anything for you.”
He glanced out the window of Anilia’s office and thought, All of them would do anything for me.
At first, he was uncomfortable with the adoration and devotion they gave him. As Lor built up his self-esteem – Lor, the Prince in the world, and the subject in the bedroom – he began to accept his place. He didn’t have delusions of grandeur. He was a vampire. He was stronger and better than men, and he had the obligation to protect them. He descended the steps from the office to the bar floor and stood for a moment near the DJ booth. People turned to him, most of them Bitten. They looked at him as if he was a famous rock star.
“Who knew Mowgli?” he asked, and there was a surge of people. Whether they knew him or not, or whether they just wanted to be closer to him, he didn’t know. He chose one of the girls.
“Listen to me,” he said, bringing the girl into the corner. “Did you really know Mowgli?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, staring up at him.
“What’s his real name?”
“William Hinton. They called him Bill.”
“You will go to the coroner’s office tomorrow and identify the body.”
“I will, sir,” she said.
“You may go.”
She smiled and bounded away. Bomber prowled the club, inside and outside. As he stepped outside of the front door, one of the bouncers called him over. “Saw a chick screamin’ at her date,” he said. “They went inta that alley.” He pointed across the street.
With his heightened senses, he could hear a woman yelling – and a man begging. The bouncer instinctively backed away when Bomber turned his head and hissed angrily. Bomber ran across the street, almost too quickly for anyone to see. He saw a large woman standing over a smaller man, and she yelled at him something that he didn’t hear.
Seeing that dichonomy enraged Bomber, and he attacked them both. When he came back to himself, he was miles away and at the top of a building. There was no blood on him, but his pants were torn in spots. He wasn’t in the middle of bodies, and he was about an hour away from sunset. He chose to head home, to Lor. He hoped against hope that he hadn’t gone wild, and that there were no bodies to dispose of.