Chapter 39

Gia felt Mic's jolt of pain and whimpered, her hand moving up to hold her neck tighter. "Woah girlie you just sit down." She watched as Mic hit the chair and laid her head on the small table. Suddenly the drink didn’t seem so important, hell nothing but sitting did. "Ya know Mic I don’t feel so good."

Mic looked up from the table the pain seeping into her head. "It will be the bite Gia, just try and remain still babe." Mic suddenly felt sleepy, and tried valiantly to signal Jon as this energy inside her was sucking her dry.

Something wasn't right with Mic, even in her state of drunken beyond belief she could see it. The sparkly aura around Mic was flickering wildly. Forcing herself into a standing position she reached for the empty bottle on the table and walked towards the man Jon was holding. "Excuse me a moment?" She tapped the odd man on the shoulder and as he twisted to growl she let it fly right into his face. "Go to sleep now."

Richie wanted to send this bastard to meet his maker, he’d dared to touch his Gia, hell he’d dared to taste what was only his. He growled "Never fuckin bite her again ya hear? What the hell are you thinking you piece of shit!" Richie yelled in his face. Stefan tried to wrestle from his grip. "She was begging me for it, something about your bite being too weak, she wanted a real man," he smirked.

Richie's temper blew at the words, "Fuckin liar," he spat as he tightened his grip on his neck. "I want to fuckin' kill you," he growled. Never in his life had he felt the way he did right now. In an instant Richie bit down on his neck and began pulling the man’s very life force in. The man screamed in pain as he struck out with his claws, his fangs descending as he started to gnash them Richie’s way.

"Yo, Jon! A little help here bro, I need ya energy!" Richie scrambled to hold onto the vamp that had to have been a bit older, holding him was becoming impossible.

Jon dropped the unconscious vamp and grinned. Spitting into his palms he rubbed them together and walked over, slapping his hands against the man’s head. "Be my pleasure Bro."

Gia wavered again, then turned to the Bar. "DAVIE boy, Gimme a double!" She growled internally about stupid vampires that had to fight when Mic was hurt. Well hell if they wouldn’t notice she’d let them know. Taking a deep breath she called as loudly as possible, "JONNNY MIC'S HURTING!!" She turned to her drink and lifted it slowly taking a sip, uncaring of the blood seeping into her dark sweater. Not like anyone would notice unless they were close, hell even the one who could read her like a book was so busy he hadn’t noticed.

Turning she moved back to Mic and sat down, then slid off the chair onto the floor. "Well Mic, we have us a couple of winners huh?"

Mic just nodded; the pain was becoming unbearable, but she knew the guys were dealing with the scum, so she could wait. "Your bite Gia..." she managed to whimper out.

"Ehh whats a couple of holes? She tilted her head and yelled again. "I KNOW you hear me Jonny. Mic needs you dammit!" She laid her head back down and closed her eyes. She couldn’t tell Mic of the pain the bite caused, or the damage racing through her system. She could feel it as veins started to collapse. Stupid vampire, had acid or something in his blood and it was turning her into one big ball of pain.

Jon glanced over and saw the pallor on Mic's face and cursed. That vamp had done something to her. Dropping his hands he ran to the table and placed his lips on the top of her head and concentrated on what was going on inside of her.

When he saw the curled ball of mixed energy he inhaled and pulled it into his body, his hand reaching out to connect with the one Richie was still holding only to send it into him. "Fuckers better learn to not mess with my woman."

Mic finally felt relief as he pulled whatever the hell it was out of her head. Resting a minute as his new energy seeped into her she felt instantly better.

Richie using Jon's energy obliterated the man that was under him and sent his soul to the shallow depths of hell. As his life flickered out of him Richie snarled."That's what you get for fucking with things that aren’t yours asshole"

From a darkened corner of the bar eyes went wide in shock. Not only was Michaela seemingly involved with a Upier, but damned if the Rom Baro's own daughter was involved somehow. There were four vampsin the city and the girls were right in the middle of it. Had they denied all the teachings of their people? He'd have to report now for sure.

Gia whimpered softly, as she felt a surge of anger sweep over her. Fuck everything was hurting as it was, she didn’t need that too.

Richie stood up from the ground satisfied his job was done and looked around the bar, he knew they had to get out of here and fast before people recognized them and anyone saw what they truly were. He skittered over to where the others were and rushed to Gia seeing the blood weeping from her shoulder.
"Darlin are you ok?" he asked softly.

She cracked one eye open and laughed. "I'm just peachy. Gonna buy me a neon sign yep yep."

Richie looked at Jon who was still soothing Mic "We need to get out of here bro, you ok with that? She ok?" Richie asked.

Jon nodded and scooped Mic into his arms. "She's gonna be ok now."

Richie nodded and did the same to Gia "Come on girl lemme take you home and fix you up," scooping her into his own arms.

Her nose wrinkled as bleary emerald eyes peered up at him. "I'm still mad at you."

Richie pressed his lips on her forehead and whispered "I know darlin, and you can have it out with me when you're better I promise, I was a jerk, I know I was." They quickly exited the bar and finding the car they hurriedly slipped into his safe interior, Jon opting to drive as Mic was still a little dazed in her recovery.

Richie slid in the back seat as he cradled Gia on his lap, slipping the sweater off her shoulder he carefully checked out the offending vamp's bite and gasped, she'd been almost hacked by his teeth. He could still see the nearly venom like blood seeping from the wound. Wrinkling his nose he nearly blanched as he scented the near acid like properties in the dead vampire’s bite. Leaning down he placed his lips over her bite and gently began to attempt to suckle away the poison, fear and hurt.

She shuddered and whimpered at the feel of lips on the wound. "Dammit that hurts, why's it hurt?"

Lifting his head, his lips fresh with her blood and whispered gently, "Just getting the bad stuff outta ya, and then we’ll will have to put some good stuff back in darlin.” His head dipped again as his tongue trickled over the wound seamlessly taking away the bleeding.

She hiccupped and wanted to cry. Every time he came he was on rescue duty. "I just wanted to .. dammit every time you see me you have to rescue me." She shivered again , her body feeling the coolness of the car intensely. "Gotta stop doing that dammit."