Unleashing Demons | D.D. Bk. 1 | ✔️

Chapter 15: The Plan

"What the hell guys? I leave you guys alone only to return hours later to an empty apartment, a bloodied floor and broken windows! Do you want me to die a fucking heart attack?!" These were the words Vaughn spat at us once he stormed into the motel room.

"That's why we've called you once we were in the clear. And you better be thankful that I know your number by heart." Gideon answered as he stares at his friend who paces back and forth.

"Now I must be grateful? Who's the one who needs to hire cleaners for a fucked up apartment?" Vaughn muttered as he halts at his pacing. His hair and clothing were disheveled and wet from the ongoing rain. "What in hell, happened back there?"

Sighing, I sit back on the queen sized bed, as I leave the explaining once again to Gideon. There is no more ignoring the elephant that only grew as time passed.

Vaughn took several steps backwards until his back made contact to the wall. He slides down until he's seated on the wooden floor, resting his forearms on his bent knees. "I could see where the inconsistencies come in. We're definitely missing something-a valuable piece of the puzzle that would make sense. Have you got a good look at him?"

"Yeah, I could make out a description." Gideon seats himself at the foot of the bed, the springs squeak at the sudden weight.

I brace myself, almost hesitating to speak. "The man who had a gun," I wet my lips. Just the mere thought of Gideon seconds away from death weakens my bones. "he has a tattoo-on his inner wrist."

Gideon shifts to face me, his eyes strain with wary. "What kind of tattoo was this?" He asked almost too slowly.

"I'm pretty sure it was a cross within a circle, just as big as a coin."

Now Gideon froze on my words, his gaze hardens. An emotion flashes on his face, but quickly vanishes before I could even decipher the meaning of it.

"I think it's best that we inform this to the police. They would've a better shot on finding this guy once you describe his feature in detail." Vaughn voiced out his thoughts after a moment of silence has passed. "We could head out first thing in the morning. Since I have my day offs on Wednesdays, I could accompany you."

"Wait, tomorrow's Wednesday?" I gape at Vaughn in horror.

He mimics my expression. "What do you have against Wednesdays? Is it some 'Pink Shirt Day' or something...?"

I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him. "No! I need to get back to work! Thursday night's the anniversary exhibit!" I lean back on the headboard, smacking my forehead with the palm of my hand. How could I forget? O'Reilly's going to lash my throat.

"You can't be seriously thinking of work after everything that happened! You're life is in danger." Vaughn's eyes widen at me in outrageousness.

I sigh. "Well as crazy as it sounds, I'd rather face the impeding danger than to be at the receiving end of O'Reilly's wrath." I laughed without humor.

"You shouldn't be taking this lightly, Alex." Vaughn's tone was stern, clearly not amused.

I exhale a deep breath. I cross my legs on the soft mattress, resting my elbows on my knees as I cradle my head between my hands-feeling ten times heavier. "I know. But I have other commitments. Just because I'm from this-" I gesture to myself. "lineage, doesn't mean I should just drop everything I've build up for myself only to fulfill the duties of a freaking Descendant."

"Gideon?" Vaughn stares at him expectantly, hoping to at least have some support from him no doubt.

Gideon has been quiet in the remaining duration of our conversation. He glares roughly at the floor, almost deep in thought. His eyebrows furrow in concentration and his lips curved in a scowl. He snaps his attention back at Vaughn at the sound of his name, his hard expression replace with guardedness. "She has a point."