Stephan's Monster [Vampires of Vadin 2] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) Page 6

  “You’re not a monster!”

  Jayden stopped a few feet from him. “God, Stephan, why won’t you give up? Look at me!” he screamed. With his arms held all the way out to the sides, he spun. “I’m covered in the blood of a man I want to kill. Everything in me is screaming to kill him. I want to coat this warehouse with his blood. I want to watch it run cold, watch the light leave his eyes!”

  “You’re not a monster. Please…please stop this…please, Jade,” Stephan begged weakly. Avoiding Jayden’s eyes, he bit his lip, keeping silent as his tears began to fall—why did everything have to be so hard?

  Jayden growled and stalked right up to him. The man grabbed Stephan’s shoulders and gave him a shake. “Enough is enough, Stephan! Give up!” the man shouted as he abruptly released Stephan.

  What Jayden didn’t understand was that Stephan couldn’t give up. He didn’t have it in him. Jayden was part of his makeshift family…he couldn’t abandon him. Not now, not after all the time they’d spent together.

  * * * *

  Stephan’s eyes were red and puffy, his lips pale and pressed into a tight line, and the man appeared exhausted.

  Jayden really was an inconsiderate bastard. He hadn’t even considered how the man would react after what had happened earlier. Jayden had only thought of himself. He shouldn’t have done this, not today.

  What he felt right now, Jayden thought it might be regret—not for torturing the man behind him, but for causing Stephan pain. In his need to protect himself, he had hurt the only person who cared.

  His free hand clenched into a fist. Jayden didn’t deserve what Stephan had so willingly given him. It had to stop. They couldn’t keep going on like this—Stephan would break.

  But he couldn’t see himself stopping—his urges were too strong.

  No, the only way Jayden could end this was by staying away from him. Stephan needed to stay away, as well—something the man wouldn’t do willingly as things were now.

  He’d have to do something to make Stephan want to. The question was what? The man never listened to him. Stephan was always so stubborn. He just wouldn’t accept what Jayden was. So how? How could he make him see? How could he…

  Fear! Jayden would play on the man’s fears. He knew what Stephan was afraid of. And scaring people came naturally to him. If Jayden tried hard enough, he was sure he could make Stephan fear him, as well.

  Jayden crept forward until their chests were pressed together—well, it was more chest to stomach, as Stephan was short. While Jayden had continued to grow, Stephan had remained the same small, beautiful man he had first met.

  Flush against him, Jayden walked forward, forcing the man to back up. Stephan squeaked as he stumbled, but quickly righted himself.

  The man’s arms went out, and he pressed his hands against Jayden’s chest. “Jade…what are you doing?” Stephan asked in a wavering voice.

  Jayden didn’t bother answering. He just continued forward. An uneasy look flitted across Stephan’s face. He was so tiny—Stephan weighed almost nothing—and moving him was effortless. And move him he did, not stopping until Stephan’s back hit the wall.

  The man jumped as he bumped against it. He was now pale and sweating. His hands wavered against Jayden’s chest. “Jayden, stop…”

  After grabbing the man’s wrists with his free hand, Jayden slammed them against the wall. Stephan gasped at the rough treatment.

  Moving in close to Stephan’s ear, Jayden whispered menacingly, “Why. Should. I?”

  A shudder made its way through the small man. And then Jayden smelled it—fear. It tasted bitter to his senses.

  It was what he was after, but it angered him—he didn’t want to do this. He liked having Stephan in his life, and Jayden had taken comfort in the fact that the man didn’t fear him. It had made him feel less like a freak.

  But those wants didn’t matter. He needed his fear now—it was the only way…the only way Jayden could protect him.

  When the smell of fear suddenly dissipated, he blinked in confusion.

  “You won’t hurt me,” Stephan declared with conviction.

  Jayden jerked back and stared down at him. His shock quickly cleared, and he threw his head back and let out a booming laugh. “You always surprise me, Stephan. You’re always so confident. But what if you’re wrong?”

  He then did the one thing he knew would cause Stephan to panic—something cruel. He slowly leaned his entire body against Stephan’s, pinning the man to the wall.

  Stephan stilled, his heartbeat speeding up again. His breathing hitched, and the bitter smell of fear came back with a vengeance.

  Over the years, Jayden had noticed that Stephan tended to shy away from body contact—the man feared it. Stephan had perfected his movements to the point that his discomfort went unnoticed. He could expertly extract himself from any situation without offending anyone.

  Not that he couldn’t handle little things. Stephan was fine with quick hugs and small touches. However, the only person who Stephan could handle long full-body contact from was Liam.

  As Stephan’s fear permeated the air, Jayden couldn’t help but hate himself. He hated that he was doing something so cruel to the man who had taken him in. To the man who had cared for him when no one else would. His own actions disgusted him, his stomach churning each time Stephan flinched.

  Jayden knew what the man was experiencing. He had felt the soul-crushing fear and devastation that the touch of others could bring.

  Everything in him screamed for him to let go as the man started to struggle and whimper. But he didn’t—Jayden’s grip only tightened.

  Stephan’s fear grew and his power began to lash out, slicing into Jayden’s arms and hands. Blood flowed freely, and his hands became slick with the warm substance. It loosened his hold enough for Stephan to break free.

  The man attempted to flee, but Jayden was faster, his reach longer. He lurched forward and grabbed on to Stephan. They struggled—him to hold on, Stephan to break free.

  With his movements frantic, Stephan tripped. And without thought, Jayden’s hand shot out to stop his fall.

  A soft yelp of pain had Jayden’s blood freezing in his veins. The small body in his arms sagged as the smell of fresh blood drifted up.

  Gripping his slim shoulders, he held Stephan up. Jayden cried out in denial, his world swaying at what he saw. He held Stephan up with one hand, and his other trembled as it hovered over the knife sticking out of the man’s abdomen.

  Jayden had stabbed him…he had hurt him. Jayden had hurt the only person who mattered to him.

  He slid to the floor and pulled Stephan into his arms. “No…no, no, no, no, no, no!” Jayden screamed. “Oh God, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  World in a haze of terror, he rocked the limp man in his arms. For the second time that day, Jayden found himself crying.

  “Jade…Jayden…” A soft voice floated through the fear that had overtaken him. Peering down, Jayden saw that Stephan’s lilac eyes were open and staring up at him. The little man’s complexion was waxy, his normal flush of life gone.

  “St-Stephan, I-I d-didn’t mean t-to,” he sobbed.

  This wasn’t supposed to happen—Jayden had just wanted him safe. He would have been fine on his own just knowing Stephan was out there and safe. But a world without him in it was too bleak for Jayden to conceive.

  Stephan let out a pain-filled whimper. “I know, but it’s going to be okay. I’ll heal.” He reached out and wiped one of Jayden’s tears away. “Don’t cry.”

  “I hurt y-you.”

  “You didn’t mean to. Besides, this pain is nothing…” Stephan tried to laugh but ended up coughing and wheezing. “Compared to the pain I feel when…when I find you in places like this…it’s nothing.”

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll stop, I’ll stop. I promise. Don’t die. Please, please…”

  * * * *

  While Stephan wanted Jayden to stop, he wished it hadn’t taken a knife to the g
ut to do it.

  It hurt—Stephan could have sworn the wound was on fire. Every breath he took and every movement brought on crippling pain. To be honest, Stephan’s tolerance for pain was pretty low, and the trembling arm holding him wasn’t helping.

  Jayden seemed lost in his fear and guilt—it looked as if he was going into shock. It was an odd reaction. Stephan wasn’t human and considering how many Jayden had tortured, the man knew perfectly well that it took more than this to kill an immortal. Stephan’s healing abilities alone meant he would survive more damage than most. It still hurt though.

  Honestly, Stephan found Jade crying much more shocking than getting stabbed.

  Jayden never cried. He hadn’t even known the man could. Stephan would admit—at least to himself—that he loved the man, but he had accepted that Jayden had abandoned many of his softer emotions a long time ago. Him feeling even this much gave Stephan hope. Hope that one day, he would be able to piece together what had been broken.

  Stephan couldn’t blame him for what happened. Well, he could, but he didn’t. It had been an accident. Jade had been trying to scare him, not kill him. A task he had been succeeding at until the whole knife-to-the-stomach part.

  Stephan’s fear had begun to dominate his every thought. Not fear of Jayden, though—fear of what had already happened. His mind had dragged him into the past. In a warehouse that no longer existed, he had been surrounded by his rapists again. Then he had felt it, their vile touch—every twinge of pain they had caused him.

  Now that he thought about it, being stabbed had been a good thing. The physical pain had chased the memories away.

  Just thinking of what could have happened if he’d completely lost control terrified him. More than shallow cuts, he could…he could have killed him. Stephan would have never forgiven himself—his mind wouldn’t have survived.

  With a shaky hand, he grabbed the handle of the knife and began to pull it out. As it slid free, Stephan cried out.

  “Oh God! I’m so sorry!” Jayden sobbed.

  “Shh, I’ll be fine.” After drawing forth the energy he held within, Stephan focused it on healing his wound. His power shot out and infused itself in the blood that had left him, calling it home. He shouted as it returned—the wound weld together, healing in seconds.

  Stephan felt exhausted but otherwise fine. It was unfortunate that healing oneself took more energy than healing another person.

  “See, all gone,” he said weakly. After taking hold of one of the man’s hands, Stephan brought it to his stomach.

  Jayden pulled up his shirt and ran his fingers lightly over the now-smooth plane. Upon seeing that he was healed, the man let out a shaky breath and hugged him close.

  As he was engulfed in Jayden’s arms, all he felt was warmth, Stephan’s usual panic absent as Jayden’s fear pushed back his own.

  “I’ll stop. I’ll stop.” Jade murmured the words over and over again.

  Chapter Eight

  Five years later

  Stephan waited on the sidewalk in front of one of his companies. His gaze traveled along the passing traffic—searching for a familiar figure.

  The rumbling of a motorcycle brought a smile to his face.

  Speeding down the road on a Ducati Monster motorcycle was a man wearing a leather jacket, black jeans, and a helmet. The man slowed as he got closer, then eventually rolled to a stop in front of Stephan.

  After turning off the bike, he kicked down the stand and dismounted. When the helmet was removed, a handsome man with short, feathery black hair and black eyes was revealed.

  “Jade, you got here fast.”

  Jayden grunted, unzipped his leather jacket, and pulled out a file. “Whatever, here.” He handed it over.

  Stephan smiled at Jayden’s grumpiness. “Thank you so much. I can’t believe I forgot it.”

  His brow wrinkled as he took the man in. Jade seemed a little twitchy, more so than normal.

  Was he feeling well? While immortals for the most part never got sick, it could still happen. It was very rare—extremely rare. Almost impossible, actually, unless they were poisoned, or a human hybrid…or pregnant. He was pretty sure Jayden was none of the three, but still…

  “Everything all right, Jade?”

  “You know I hate coming into the city.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry. If I hadn’t needed the file for my meeting, I wouldn’t have asked. Thank you again.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Now go on. I know you’re already late.” Jayden waved his hands, shooing him away.

  “Yes…the people I’m meeting with aren’t very patient. Bye!” Pushing his worries for Jayden aside, he turned and walked swiftly toward the building.

  * * * *

  As Stephan rushed away, Jayden remained frozen on the sidewalk—watching. His heartbeat spiked as the voices assaulted him. He staggered and leaned against his bike. It was too much.

  Jayden avoided the city for a reason—too many people. Too many voices, each visit worse than the last.

  It was partly his own fault. Jayden had avoided highly populated areas for years. He wasn’t used to keeping his mental walls up when surrounded by so many minds. Nor would he ever be, as he had no intention of increasing the number of times he ventured into the city.

  To make matters worse, his fucking powers were growing stronger each year. Everything was getting worse. But it was only one of the reasons he avoided the city.

  Jayden hadn’t lost the fight against his instincts yet, but he didn’t want to push his luck. His monster wanted to be let free. The memories of what he had done taunted him, trying to lure him in for another taste. Each day Jayden found it harder to control his temper. He was beginning to feel increasingly unstable. Considering Jayden hadn’t exactly been stable to begin with, he was pretty sure that was a bad thing.

  For Stephan alone, Jayden wanted to be normal. Really, he did. But he just wasn’t. There was too much rage and hate inside him.

  After putting his helmet back on, Jayden hopped onto his bike. Soon he was speeding through the streets, rushing away from the noisy city.

  Two years ago, Jayden had discovered something that had shocked him to the core. Something which explained his reactions to Stephan’s emotions.

  He loved the man—it was a brand-new emotion for him. As much as Jayden was able to, he loved Stephan. But like most of his other emotions, his love was twisted, possessive, and dangerously irrational.

  Jayden was positive he’d murder anyone who got between them—and he almost had.

  Innocent or not, he had almost killed a man two years ago. One of Stephan’s business partners had tried getting too close for his liking. Stephan hadn’t returned the advances—there hadn’t even been a hint of interest on his part—but the murderous rage hadn’t given a flying fuck.

  Jayden had come so close, so close to killing Mr. Helven in his own home. Unfor—thankfully, he had managed to stop before delivering the last blow.

  Of course, then Jayden had found himself in an interesting predicament—how to explain the man’s injuries.

  Staging a car crash had been a new experience, but not one Jayden had found particularly difficult. Though, he had ended up with some questionable bruises. Jayden knew for damn sure that Stephan hadn’t believed his story about falling down the stairs.

  Erasing Mr. Helven’s mind and implanting the new memories had been a piece of cake. Making sure the medical paperwork had backed it up, however, had been a giant pain in the ass—not to mention cleaning up the bloody mess he’d left in the man’s house. It had taken hours. The inconsiderate bastard had to have white carpet. Really, who the fuck has white carpet? It stains!

  Jayden was still surprised he hadn’t gotten caught.

  The verdict was still out on whether it had been a mistake to leave him alive. The annoying twit still hit on Stephan every once in a while—let’s just say Jayden wouldn’t have lost any sleep over it.

  Whatever, it hadn’t been a total waste of time. The informat
ion he’d gained about the workings of his tracking chip had made it worth it. That information being that Stephan wasn’t alerted to his activities if he wasn’t near a warehouse.

  It had allowed him to kill someone who’d been on his radar for a while. His one and only slipup during the past five years. Jayden didn’t count what he had done to Mr. Helven—him still breathing canceled it out.

  Like all of the others, the man he killed deserved his death. Letting him live for so long had been a painful, constant source of irritation.

  Six years—that’s how long Jayden had waited. Six fucking years of just watching the bastard because he hadn’t known how to beat his tracker.

  The only reason Jayden had left him alive for so long was that he hadn’t wanted Stephan to know what the man had done. It would have devastated him, and if it was up to Jayden, Stephan would never know.

  The only person who did know was Liam. In fact, the man had helped him. It had been a rather shocking revelation. The straitlaced man had a dark side—who would have known?

  So, yeah, Jayden’s homicidal tendencies—even without a target—were worse than before and less selective when it came to Stephan’s love life.

  Not that he and Stephan were together. Not that Jayden hadn’t dreamed of being with the man—he had. But they weren’t lovers and probably never would be. Stephan was terrified of sexual contact of any kind.

  Even so, in his mind, the man was his. That fun psychotic part of him refused to think otherwise. Jayden’s feelings were now the only thing holding him back from what his mind was urging him to do. However, it wouldn’t last for much longer, as the weight of his needs increased every day.

  Jayden turned onto a narrow gravel road that led to the Glayd National Forest parking lot. After parking, he got off his motorcycle and looked around. The forest in front of him was thick. The trees reached up into the sky, hiding the sun from view. It was lush, beautiful, and full of life.