Basic Need

Ch 7: The Hitman

Using a rather dirty trick, Harry got himself a little tête-à-tête with Jeremy at midnight that same day.

When he saw the guy exit his car, Harry emerged from the shadows.

Jeremy noticeably frowned at that. "What's the meaning of this?" He demanded to know.

"You really believed that, after all that happened, Alice would come out alone to a park in the middle of the night for you, Jeremy?" Harry drawled his birth-given name and c****d an eyebrow at him.

He had texted him via Alice's f*******:, and asked him to meet up by making up a very silly reason for it. And the guy had bought it apparently.

"My name's Kyle," the other teenager argued right back.

"Cut the crap, Jeremy Butler," Harry rolled his eyes at him, feigning mild annoyance when he was actually seething inside.

"I'm impressed," Jeremy clapped his hands while smirking, "You've already done your research. Bravo!"

"Merci," Harry nodded curtly, smiling sardonically. Then, in a very serious tone, he asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I just wanna be friends. That's all." Jeremy shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don't make it a habit of befriending mafia heirs," Harry deadpanned, face impassible, "Again, what do you want from me?"

Jeremy crossed his arms over his chest and told him flatly, "Your hitman. I want your hitman."

"You lost, cara!" Someone exclaimed from behind Harry before coming to said teenager's side.

"Not fair," Maria pouted while coming to her brother's other side, "you have far more experience in these kinds of things."

"Hey," Blake shrugged as if he had no care in the world, "you were the one who thought it would be a good idea to bet on what the punk was after, a hitman or a lawyer."

"What the hell?" Jeremy exclaimed meanwhile. "What are your sister and her husband doing here?"

Harry only chuckled at that, "What can I say except that you have not done your research all that well?"

"Carry on," Jeremy said while discreetly raising his hand to his belt.

"Touch that gun, little punk, and I'll send you to the hospital in bits," Blake told him in a deadly cold tone.

"I'll go ahead and assume you're the big boss around here," Jeremy addressed Blake in a wary tone, "So you must be the one who hired the hitman. I just want his name, that's all. I need him for a job."

"Yeah, what would you need a hitman for, if not for a job?" Blake chuckled humorlessly, startling the dumbfounded teenager. He then shouted in the silence of the night, "You two, who think you're so clever over there, come out here before something bad happens to you."

The couple who played the part of Jeremy's parents came out of the bushes after he beckoned them. They were holding their automatic guns up.

Maria flashed in front of Harry, protecting him, meanwhile Blake used his telekinesis power to disarm them.

"What the hell?" The trio exclaimed.

"Let me introduce myself, Blake Donovan, a.k.a. Blake The Troublemaker," he told them in his most blasé tone, "a vampire, a royal one at that," he grimaced when saying the last part, before adding, "the one who did the killing three years ago."

"You're the hitman?" Jeremy exclaimed, before adding in a perplexed tone, " wait, did you just say a vampire?"

"Yes, a vampire, sweetheart," Blake chuckled before flashing in front of him.

Startled, Jeremy lost his balance.

Blake gripped his arm, and then using his persuasion ability, commanded him and his two acolytes to stay away from both Alice and Harry indefinitely, to change schools, and to forget all that was said during the night.

With blank faces on, the mafia's trio left the park while Blake held onto his mate's hand and patted Harry's shoulder, thus teleporting them back to the house.