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0 - Black Heart - 2A
Blondemaverick
Jan 13, 2018
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“I’m not naive. You’re not Gene’s first dangerous bedfellow.”copyright protection3PENANASzh7SMONPq

“Friend,” Woody said softly. “I was her friend first.”copyright protection3PENANABmv5Wju1pC

“Doesn’t matter now,” Jude said, taking out a cigarette from an expensive silver case and lighting it. “She’s dead and her killer is still abroad. We have that to worry about now. So tell me about her--This bitch who pulled my sister into pieces.” He took a drag and let it out.copyright protection3PENANAThRGAbQbtA

Woody didn’t know what to think of Jude Holland, only that he didn’t like him.copyright protection3PENANAym9Qt1DhOt

“Why aren’t you… Aren’t you even mad?” he demanded quietly.copyright protection3PENANAIqPdvMw0NW

Jude’s face was carefully controlled, unlike his sister’s. He showed what he wanted to show. Right now it was impassive, unreadable. “I’m devastated,” he said, his voice trembling despite that. “But the longer I sit around, rending my fucking clothing, the farther my quarry gets away. Unless you really want that citizen’s arrest after all, start fucking talking, Woody.”copyright protection3PENANADGdunOGd09

“I don’t know her name,” Woody admitted. “I know how we can find her though…”copyright protection3PENANAOzvXqZZ3hO

“That’s awfully convenient,” Jude commented. Smoke haloed around his head as he exhaled. He crossed his legs as he sat back in his chair, putting the cigarette back to his lips. His nails are manicured, the werewolf noted. After Jude inhaled, he stated through a mouthful of smoke, “Well?”copyright protection3PENANAxZfncL9ILX

Woody, trying not to crack his teeth as he clenched his jaw, took a settling breath. His nerves were fried and Jude’s frigid calm was not helping him come back to his own skin. If anything, Jude’s very presence was pushing him into a foggy state of bloodlust. Woody blamed the man’s smell in-part. It had that lazy summer afternoon edge that Conna’s had… but it was saturated with ash and menthol. Combined, it made Jude Holland’s southside apartment smell like a burning apple orchard. It rolled his stomach.copyright protection3PENANAEpEST1HzfH

“A friend of mine, Alex Winslow, can track her down,” Woody said, closing his eyes.copyright protection3PENANAJ3hf1He1Lv

He heard Jude take another drag. “You have her number?”copyright protection3PENANAQiu5FHQPqC

“I have her number.”copyright protection3PENANAM51qYVsFvH

“We’ll call her later then,” Jude said after a sigh, and then Woody heard him get up out of the chair, extinguish his smoke. He opened his eyes to watch the Holland boy sashay off to his bedroom where he disappeared for only a moment. When he came back into the living room, he threw Woody a plain white t-shirt. “Sit, will you? You’re making me nervous.”copyright protection3PENANAneLEuMlIN6

Something squeezed around Woody’s heart as he sat heavily on the man’s beige couch. He looked down at the shirt in his hand for a moment and then said, “I didn’t want her mixed up with me… I knew it would turn out like this. But… I hoped. She made me hope it… wouldn’t…”copyright protection3PENANAeDpJJ4qATR

Jude was in the kitchen, pulling a cupboard open, when he paused and turned to look at Woody. “I warned her. Someone that fixated on keeping their distance… is doing it for a reason.” There was no judgement in his voice, but no blame towards Conna either. He probably had no idea how his words made Woody feel: thankful, but slightly embittered. After all, what had Woody done to deserve such mindless forgiveness? He would have understood if Jude was angry at him. He would have understood if Jude hated him… copyright protection3PENANAcGWe7UazAF

But acceptance? Woody didn’t know what to make of him. Conna hadn’t been an open book either, but at least she’d voiced her opinion as soon as it formed in her mind. Jude didn’t do that. Instead, more could be gleaned from what he didn’t choose to say… and Woody didn’t like that. It left too much to interpret; too much to ask.copyright protection3PENANAhXU2BoOX6C

Jude grabbed two wine glasses out of the cupboard, then pulled a first aid kit out of a drawer. He didn’t look at Woody as he said, “You should get a shower in. You smell like shit.”copyright protection3PENANA4lgt4ZxvAr

“Where’s the…?”copyright protection3PENANAmM7j1eecOO

Jude hooked a thumb over his right shoulder. “It’s in the master bedroom. If you walk into clothes, you went through the wrong door.” Then he seemed to remember something and added, “We’ll burn your pants… Find something that fits in my closet. Take whatever you need.”copyright protection3PENANAR5ML7o9Wlg

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