Chapter 136: Jeremy’s Death (2)
"Who is dead?" Cassian felt he had received a wrong information, probably because his friend must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but Orson nodded his head frantically, gesturing that he wasn’t joking or playing around today.
He’s been trying to keep himself composed after seeing Jeremy’s lifeless body on the cold floor in his cell, but he wasn’t particularly sure how long he could pretend to be strong after seeing the bloody mess, and not just of anyone, but Jeremy.
"He’s dead, I’m fucking telling you the truth." His anxiousness was laced to his tone as he tried to convince the young lad about the havoc that was about to take place.
Cassian still had a hard time believing what Orson just said to him, but when he looked at the entrance of the CIB, to his dismay, two agents were taking out a body that was covered in white sheet. Stains of blood had coated the side of the white sheet, and Cassian didn’t hesitate to walk up to the two men who were taking the body out and to who knows where.
Anxious to confirm if what Orson just said was the truth, Cassian pulled the covers of the bloody stained sheets, revealing the face of the person they were taking away, and his eyes widened slightly, revealing his disbelief as the familiar face came into view.
Jeremy’s body had paled completely, his face void of any life, and not even a faint heartbeat could be detected, making Cassian grow suspicious as he had the strangest impulse to examine the body further.
Still pulling the sheets, Cassian took notice of the bloody area that gave him a mental image of Jeremy being stabbed there. Already used to the sight of blood, Cassian didn’t hesitate to examine the deep wound, and he could see the flesh twisted as though he had been stabbed with something more deadlier than a knife, and he got another mental image of the sharp blade being sunk into Jeremy’s abdomen, his killer twisting the blade into his body and making him bleed profusely.
"Hold on." Orson tried to create a distance between Cassian and the bloodied body of Jeremy. "You can’t see blood, remember?" He whispered, reminding Cassian of his usual taste for blood, but the young lad’s gaze reassured him that he won’t be affected by the mere sight of Jeremy’s blood, or any other blood to be more specific.
Thanks to Madeline’s blood he had consumed last night, he can control his taste for at least a few more hours before having the urge to taste blood.