Saving Me [MxM]

Chapter 09 (Part Three)

Her short black hair was wet. She’d obviously just gotten out of the shower.

“

Sit,” she said, pointing at the stool he had a habit of using when he was there. Reluctantly he sat, eying her. “Talk.”

“

How long have you known the Jolls?” Varian asked, his heart still hammering in his chest, his blood still rushing in his ears.

“A long time,” she answered. Jecklynn ghosted out from the house, handing Varian the hand towel she held tightly in her grip. It was dark blue and Varian received it from her reluctantly, wiping the fresh blood from his hands before pressing them into it.

“

How long?” Varian pushed.

“Since your great-great-grandfather Vice was given the last name ‘Joll’ and passed it onto his son Varro, and Varro to Vox.”

He was shaking. He could feel it.

“You’re a Nether vampire.”

Her expression looked a little shocked, but she nodded. “Yes. How’d you know?”

“My fucking boyfriend told me!” Varian snapped, glaring at Helen. “Nathan is the one that told me. He learned about you guys from his professor. Eight years, Helen. Eight, almost nine and you couldn’t have told me yourself?”

She sighed. “I’m not at liberty to tell you that information. Not unless you were directly involved.”

Varian’s throat felt tight and he tried swallowing past a lump that had somehow gotten there.

“

Your niece is one of my mates! If that’s not directly involved, I don’t know what is!”

Helen sat up in her seat, holding up her hands. “Varian,” she soothed. “That’s my niece, not me. I don’t have any control over her mate any more than you do.”

“

I don’t care!” Varian yelled, his voice cracking. “I trusted you. I had to grow up and you were the only thing I had. You’re more of a mother to me than my own mother was.”

Something warm and wet plopped onto his arm and Varian looked down, his vision blurring before more touched him. He was crying.

“

Varian…” Helen’s expression was pained and she got up from her seat towards him, but Varian beat her to it, getting up and tossing the towel on the stool.

“No. Just…no,” he whispered, shaking his head and turning to go, hopping off the porch and making a break for his house.

He’d gone to Helen’s angry, and now he left crying. He didn’t know why he’d gotten so worked up over that last passage, but he didn’t stop running until he was home and he fell onto the couch and buried his face in his hands.

It'd been a while since Nathan actually went out somewhere with his friends. His senior year of high school he'd been busy working, and then with Varian, and now in college he was too far away except for the weekends, where he usually ended up back at Varian's. The five of them had decided to go to a restaurant near the University, and Nathan had to admit that it was nice.