What Are You, Mick St. John? [ch. 18] PG13
Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 5:50 am
Author’s note: So sorry for the long wait for this chapter! My muse was balking at it for some reason. I’ll try to be quicker with the next one.
Beta: As usual, much thanks goes to the ever-awesome Barb, Bank1115, who is supremely awesome.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
What Are You, Mick St. John?—Chapter 18
“I did not!” Mick cried indignantly at the same time Josef and the Cleaner said in unison, “He did not!”
Carl looked between Josh and the vampires. “—What just happened?”
“The assistant district attorney just perjured himself,” Josef snarled, his eyes glowing.
Beth was angry—Carl couldn’t be totally sure at whom. “Josh, what do you mean, Mick tried to kill you?”
“Right before you came in—he came down from the roof and started beating the crap out of me. He was going to kill me, until he remembered you were right outside!”
“I didn’t touch you, Josh, and you know it,” Mick growled.
“Can you prove it?” Josh dared him.
Mick stared him down. “Josh, if I had tried to kill you, you’d be dead.” He let his eyes glow white and displayed his fangs for emphasis.
“Yeah,” Josef growled, “You’d be dead for sure, because after something ‘came up’ and Mick couldn’t finish the job, I’d have stepped in—and I don’t leave things half-done.”
Josh’s jaw twitched—as did Mick’s.
“Josh?” Beth prompted him. He refused to answer or look at her.
Carl glared at Josh, then looked Beth in the eye. “Beth, Mick didn’t touch Josh. I did that to him.”
Beth stood up. “You, Carl?”
Carl nodded. “I had no choice,” he said. “Josh didn’t give me one.”
“Josh?” Beth looked down at him. He still wouldn’t meet her gaze. She shook her head; her eyes were suspiciously bright. “Carl, will you tell me what happened here this afternoon?”
“Josh found out. About vampires. He found some books of Lee Jay’s and put it all together.”
“He was trying to snoop around my office earlier this afternoon,” Mick interjected.
“That must have been just before he came here. He called and told me to meet him here immediately. I tried to reason with him, but… Then he started threatening to call the government. That’s when I called Josef.
“After we hung up, Josh managed to distract me and got the jump on me. We fought over the gun. It accidentally went off and grazed Josh. I was in shock. Then Josh hit me and got the gun away from me. He was going to shoot me”—Beth gasped and looked down at Josh—“when Ms. um…the Cleaner showed up.” Carl couldn’t stop his cheeks from reddening slightly as he glanced at the Cleaner.
“She sat him down on the couch and we were, uh, talking, when Josh said something insulting. She told him to stand up and say it to her face. Neither of us knew he had hidden one of Lee Jay’s stakes on him until it was too late.” He glared at Josh. Beth was still looking tearfully at him.
“Then I knocked Josh out and pulled the stake out of, um, the Cleaner. That’s when…uh, Josef arrived.” Now Carl blushed heavily and didn’t dare look at the Cleaner or especially Josef. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mick look at him strangely, then lean forward slightly and inhale deeply. Mick’s eyes widened and he raised his eyebrow at Carl.
Stupid vampires literally sticking their noses in my business. I’m never going to hear the end of this. Carl snuck a glance at the Cleaner. She seemed indifferent. Hmm—maybe you get used to it. I guess they can’t exactly help smelling things…
“Pardon me, Lieutenant,” Josef interrupted his thoughts. “But I think you left out something?” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
…But geez, do they really have to comment on them? Carl coughed slightly. “Oh, come on, is that really relevant?”
Josef nodded firmly at him.
Carl sighed. “Ugh—fine. Well, when Josef arrived…Ms. Cleaner and I were, uh…otherwise engaged.” His cheeks reddened again. The Cleaner grinned adoringly at him.
“Oh, that’s right!” Josef slapped his thigh. “I’d forgotten all about you two making out!”
Beth’s eyebrows shot up. Carl threw his hands up and turned to look over at a spot on the wall.
With a smirk, Josef continued, “I was actually referring to when I came in and stopped to tie my shoe—but oh, I beg your pardon, you wouldn’t know about that—while I was paying attention to the placement of the tongue of my shoe, you were busy paying attention to the placement of your tongue in her mou—”
Carl stopped him with a dark glare over his shoulder. “Kostan, tomorrow I start putting silver bullets in my gun.”
Josef just smirked. “Think you can afford those on your salary?”
Carl just shook his head, muttering, “Man, I hate fun-ny, fun-ny vampires…”
“Why did you lie, Josh?” Beth demanded suddenly. “Why?”
“Why did you lie to me?”
“I-I couldn’t tell you what really happened—what they were, Josh. I was sworn to secrecy.”
“You used to tell me everything! You know I can keep a secret.”
“It wasn’t a matter of trust—I was trying to protect you. This secret’s different, Josh…I think you know that.”
“Why’d Mick tell you, then?” Josh glared.
“He didn’t tell me. I kinda—”
“—Your plucky little girlfriend wouldn’t do as she was told—twice, by two different people—and wait in the car,” Josef interrupted hotly. “She walked in to the warehouse and saw some things we couldn’t explain away. After ascertaining she would not go home and write the tabloid story of the century, we released her.”
Beth glared at him, then looked back at Josh. “Why did you tell me Mick tried to kill you?
“So Mick didn’t try to kill me, literally—but he’s trying to take you away from me, where you belong. Can’t you see, Beth? You’ve been brainwashed by these monsters!”
“Okay, I’m really not liking this guy,” Josef stated dryly. “What do you see in him, Beth?”
“Josef. Knock it off,” Mick shook his head pointedly.
“I’m—I’m not sure anymore—the Josh I knew wouldn’t have done these things.” Beth turned her back to Josh.
“Beth—”
“Nothing like staking a vampire to let your true colours shine,” Josef quipped darkly. Josh turned hateful eyes to him.
“I under—I understand you can’t let him go,” Beth shut her eyes briefly. “—But do you have to kill him? Can’t you just put him in some sort of…vampire…jail?” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Vampire jail?!” Josef snorted. “Vampire jail is a stake through the heart...Somehow I don’t think that’s quite what you had in mind.”
“No,” Beth let out a half-sob, half chuckle and shook her head. “Not really.”
“Beth…” Mick took a step toward her.
“No,” Beth shook her head and stepped back, “it’s okay Mick…I…I understand.” She turned and walked across the room and sank down against the wall, burying her face in her hands.
“Well, Mick,” Josef began, “I think that’s the signal for you to make an honest man out of Josh.”
Mick whipped his head around to stare at Josef in horror. It only took Carl a second longer to do the same.
“What?! No. No!” Mick glanced desperately over at Beth. “I—I can’t! I can’t do that.”
“Relax, buddy,” Josef said calmly, brushing a piece of lint off of Mick’s sleeve. “Remember what I said before? I’ll finish the job for you.”
“And don’t forget me—I want my piece,” the Cleaner flashed her fangs. “Nobody—nobody—stakes a Cleaner.”
Beth rose from her seat on the floor by the wall and returned to stand in front of Josh. “I loved you Josh—I still do. But I don’t know you anymore. You betrayed me, and tried to kill a friend, and a friend of a friend—and now you have to pay the consequences.” A single tear rolled down her left cheek. “I’m sorry for you—for us—that it has to end this way.”
Josh hung his head. “Beth…” he pleaded. “I do love you…”
She turned to Josef. “Can you please just make it quick? I don’t want him to suffer.”
Josef opened his mouth as if to comment, but instead dipped his head in acknowledgement. “As you wish.”
Carl pressed his lips together. Maybe Kostan does know when to shut up after all. I can’t imagine what Beth must be going through.
Beth turned and walked listlessly in the direction of the door.
“Beth! Don’t leave me—BETH!” Josh yelled. “Don’t leave me with them! How can you say you love me and let them do this to me?! They’ll kill me—BETH!”
Mick started to follow her, but stopped in front of Josh. “For what it’s worth, I wish it hadn’t happened like this, Josh.”
“This is all your fault, St. John,” Josh seethed. “My blood is on your hands!”
“No…it’s not. And it’s because you can’t see that that you won’t be around much longer.”
“Excuse us, Mick, but Mr. Lindsay and I, we have an execution to attend.” Josef stepped in between the two men. His eyes glowed white as he yanked Josh to his feet.
Mick nodded at Josef, then at Carl and the Cleaner. With one last sad look at Josh, he turned and exited the warehouse in a blur.
Josh was panicking, struggling in Josef’s iron grip. “Let me go! Let me go! You can’t do this to me! I’m a district attorney—you think they won’t notice?”
Josef just laughed at him with his fangs fully elongated. “You don’t have to watch this, Lieutenant,” he addressed Carl, not taking his eyes off Josh. He tilted his head in the direction of the door.
Carl exhaled shakily in relief. “Yeah, good. I’ll—I’ll be outside.” He looked at Josh one last time. “Josh…I…”
Josh’s eyes were really showing terror now. “Carl, you can’t let them kill me! Do something! Call them off!”
Carl looked at Josh, askance. “‘Call them off?’ They’re not dogs, Josh. And I certainly don’t control them.”
“We may not be dogs, but we sure have nice…canines…don’t we, Mr. Lindsey?” Josef flashed him a sinister grin.
Josh shuddered. “Carl, please. I’ll do anything—”
“Josh, you did anything but what you should have. I tried to warn you, Josh, what would happen. I did.”
“Well, Carl,” Josh interjected through gritted teeth. “I hope you can live with yourself.”
“I don’t have any regrets about how I handled things, Josh,” Carl responded sharply, “but I do regret how you did. I wish things had turned out differently. I really do. Up until today, I could say it was a privilege knowing and working with you—so we’ll try to end on that note.” He held out his hand. Josh spat on the hand and Carl withdrew it. He clenched his jaw. “Fine, then—I’m done.” He went over to the table and wiped his hand on Josh’s jacket. Then he nodded to Josef and the Cleaner. “Do with him what you gotta do—but I second Beth’s request. I think he’s caused himself enough suffering.”
Carl shook his head sadly and walked away. The Cleaner squeezed his arm as he brushed past her. He smiled weakly at her. “I’ll wait for you—we need to talk.” She nodded and he felt her eyes on him until he had walked down the corridor out of sight.
When Carl stepped outside, the late afternoon sun hit his eyes and he was forced to shade them with his hand. There was no sign of Mick or Beth. Carl folded his arms, shut his eyes and leaned up against his car to wait.
To be continued…
Beta: As usual, much thanks goes to the ever-awesome Barb, Bank1115, who is supremely awesome.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
What Are You, Mick St. John?—Chapter 18
“I did not!” Mick cried indignantly at the same time Josef and the Cleaner said in unison, “He did not!”
Carl looked between Josh and the vampires. “—What just happened?”
“The assistant district attorney just perjured himself,” Josef snarled, his eyes glowing.
Beth was angry—Carl couldn’t be totally sure at whom. “Josh, what do you mean, Mick tried to kill you?”
“Right before you came in—he came down from the roof and started beating the crap out of me. He was going to kill me, until he remembered you were right outside!”
“I didn’t touch you, Josh, and you know it,” Mick growled.
“Can you prove it?” Josh dared him.
Mick stared him down. “Josh, if I had tried to kill you, you’d be dead.” He let his eyes glow white and displayed his fangs for emphasis.
“Yeah,” Josef growled, “You’d be dead for sure, because after something ‘came up’ and Mick couldn’t finish the job, I’d have stepped in—and I don’t leave things half-done.”
Josh’s jaw twitched—as did Mick’s.
“Josh?” Beth prompted him. He refused to answer or look at her.
Carl glared at Josh, then looked Beth in the eye. “Beth, Mick didn’t touch Josh. I did that to him.”
Beth stood up. “You, Carl?”
Carl nodded. “I had no choice,” he said. “Josh didn’t give me one.”
“Josh?” Beth looked down at him. He still wouldn’t meet her gaze. She shook her head; her eyes were suspiciously bright. “Carl, will you tell me what happened here this afternoon?”
“Josh found out. About vampires. He found some books of Lee Jay’s and put it all together.”
“He was trying to snoop around my office earlier this afternoon,” Mick interjected.
“That must have been just before he came here. He called and told me to meet him here immediately. I tried to reason with him, but… Then he started threatening to call the government. That’s when I called Josef.
“After we hung up, Josh managed to distract me and got the jump on me. We fought over the gun. It accidentally went off and grazed Josh. I was in shock. Then Josh hit me and got the gun away from me. He was going to shoot me”—Beth gasped and looked down at Josh—“when Ms. um…the Cleaner showed up.” Carl couldn’t stop his cheeks from reddening slightly as he glanced at the Cleaner.
“She sat him down on the couch and we were, uh, talking, when Josh said something insulting. She told him to stand up and say it to her face. Neither of us knew he had hidden one of Lee Jay’s stakes on him until it was too late.” He glared at Josh. Beth was still looking tearfully at him.
“Then I knocked Josh out and pulled the stake out of, um, the Cleaner. That’s when…uh, Josef arrived.” Now Carl blushed heavily and didn’t dare look at the Cleaner or especially Josef. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mick look at him strangely, then lean forward slightly and inhale deeply. Mick’s eyes widened and he raised his eyebrow at Carl.
Stupid vampires literally sticking their noses in my business. I’m never going to hear the end of this. Carl snuck a glance at the Cleaner. She seemed indifferent. Hmm—maybe you get used to it. I guess they can’t exactly help smelling things…
“Pardon me, Lieutenant,” Josef interrupted his thoughts. “But I think you left out something?” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
…But geez, do they really have to comment on them? Carl coughed slightly. “Oh, come on, is that really relevant?”
Josef nodded firmly at him.
Carl sighed. “Ugh—fine. Well, when Josef arrived…Ms. Cleaner and I were, uh…otherwise engaged.” His cheeks reddened again. The Cleaner grinned adoringly at him.
“Oh, that’s right!” Josef slapped his thigh. “I’d forgotten all about you two making out!”
Beth’s eyebrows shot up. Carl threw his hands up and turned to look over at a spot on the wall.
With a smirk, Josef continued, “I was actually referring to when I came in and stopped to tie my shoe—but oh, I beg your pardon, you wouldn’t know about that—while I was paying attention to the placement of the tongue of my shoe, you were busy paying attention to the placement of your tongue in her mou—”
Carl stopped him with a dark glare over his shoulder. “Kostan, tomorrow I start putting silver bullets in my gun.”
Josef just smirked. “Think you can afford those on your salary?”
Carl just shook his head, muttering, “Man, I hate fun-ny, fun-ny vampires…”
“Why did you lie, Josh?” Beth demanded suddenly. “Why?”
“Why did you lie to me?”
“I-I couldn’t tell you what really happened—what they were, Josh. I was sworn to secrecy.”
“You used to tell me everything! You know I can keep a secret.”
“It wasn’t a matter of trust—I was trying to protect you. This secret’s different, Josh…I think you know that.”
“Why’d Mick tell you, then?” Josh glared.
“He didn’t tell me. I kinda—”
“—Your plucky little girlfriend wouldn’t do as she was told—twice, by two different people—and wait in the car,” Josef interrupted hotly. “She walked in to the warehouse and saw some things we couldn’t explain away. After ascertaining she would not go home and write the tabloid story of the century, we released her.”
Beth glared at him, then looked back at Josh. “Why did you tell me Mick tried to kill you?
“So Mick didn’t try to kill me, literally—but he’s trying to take you away from me, where you belong. Can’t you see, Beth? You’ve been brainwashed by these monsters!”
“Okay, I’m really not liking this guy,” Josef stated dryly. “What do you see in him, Beth?”
“Josef. Knock it off,” Mick shook his head pointedly.
“I’m—I’m not sure anymore—the Josh I knew wouldn’t have done these things.” Beth turned her back to Josh.
“Beth—”
“Nothing like staking a vampire to let your true colours shine,” Josef quipped darkly. Josh turned hateful eyes to him.
“I under—I understand you can’t let him go,” Beth shut her eyes briefly. “—But do you have to kill him? Can’t you just put him in some sort of…vampire…jail?” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Vampire jail?!” Josef snorted. “Vampire jail is a stake through the heart...Somehow I don’t think that’s quite what you had in mind.”
“No,” Beth let out a half-sob, half chuckle and shook her head. “Not really.”
“Beth…” Mick took a step toward her.
“No,” Beth shook her head and stepped back, “it’s okay Mick…I…I understand.” She turned and walked across the room and sank down against the wall, burying her face in her hands.
“Well, Mick,” Josef began, “I think that’s the signal for you to make an honest man out of Josh.”
Mick whipped his head around to stare at Josef in horror. It only took Carl a second longer to do the same.
“What?! No. No!” Mick glanced desperately over at Beth. “I—I can’t! I can’t do that.”
“Relax, buddy,” Josef said calmly, brushing a piece of lint off of Mick’s sleeve. “Remember what I said before? I’ll finish the job for you.”
“And don’t forget me—I want my piece,” the Cleaner flashed her fangs. “Nobody—nobody—stakes a Cleaner.”
Beth rose from her seat on the floor by the wall and returned to stand in front of Josh. “I loved you Josh—I still do. But I don’t know you anymore. You betrayed me, and tried to kill a friend, and a friend of a friend—and now you have to pay the consequences.” A single tear rolled down her left cheek. “I’m sorry for you—for us—that it has to end this way.”
Josh hung his head. “Beth…” he pleaded. “I do love you…”
She turned to Josef. “Can you please just make it quick? I don’t want him to suffer.”
Josef opened his mouth as if to comment, but instead dipped his head in acknowledgement. “As you wish.”
Carl pressed his lips together. Maybe Kostan does know when to shut up after all. I can’t imagine what Beth must be going through.
Beth turned and walked listlessly in the direction of the door.
“Beth! Don’t leave me—BETH!” Josh yelled. “Don’t leave me with them! How can you say you love me and let them do this to me?! They’ll kill me—BETH!”
Mick started to follow her, but stopped in front of Josh. “For what it’s worth, I wish it hadn’t happened like this, Josh.”
“This is all your fault, St. John,” Josh seethed. “My blood is on your hands!”
“No…it’s not. And it’s because you can’t see that that you won’t be around much longer.”
“Excuse us, Mick, but Mr. Lindsay and I, we have an execution to attend.” Josef stepped in between the two men. His eyes glowed white as he yanked Josh to his feet.
Mick nodded at Josef, then at Carl and the Cleaner. With one last sad look at Josh, he turned and exited the warehouse in a blur.
Josh was panicking, struggling in Josef’s iron grip. “Let me go! Let me go! You can’t do this to me! I’m a district attorney—you think they won’t notice?”
Josef just laughed at him with his fangs fully elongated. “You don’t have to watch this, Lieutenant,” he addressed Carl, not taking his eyes off Josh. He tilted his head in the direction of the door.
Carl exhaled shakily in relief. “Yeah, good. I’ll—I’ll be outside.” He looked at Josh one last time. “Josh…I…”
Josh’s eyes were really showing terror now. “Carl, you can’t let them kill me! Do something! Call them off!”
Carl looked at Josh, askance. “‘Call them off?’ They’re not dogs, Josh. And I certainly don’t control them.”
“We may not be dogs, but we sure have nice…canines…don’t we, Mr. Lindsey?” Josef flashed him a sinister grin.
Josh shuddered. “Carl, please. I’ll do anything—”
“Josh, you did anything but what you should have. I tried to warn you, Josh, what would happen. I did.”
“Well, Carl,” Josh interjected through gritted teeth. “I hope you can live with yourself.”
“I don’t have any regrets about how I handled things, Josh,” Carl responded sharply, “but I do regret how you did. I wish things had turned out differently. I really do. Up until today, I could say it was a privilege knowing and working with you—so we’ll try to end on that note.” He held out his hand. Josh spat on the hand and Carl withdrew it. He clenched his jaw. “Fine, then—I’m done.” He went over to the table and wiped his hand on Josh’s jacket. Then he nodded to Josef and the Cleaner. “Do with him what you gotta do—but I second Beth’s request. I think he’s caused himself enough suffering.”
Carl shook his head sadly and walked away. The Cleaner squeezed his arm as he brushed past her. He smiled weakly at her. “I’ll wait for you—we need to talk.” She nodded and he felt her eyes on him until he had walked down the corridor out of sight.
When Carl stepped outside, the late afternoon sun hit his eyes and he was forced to shade them with his hand. There was no sign of Mick or Beth. Carl folded his arms, shut his eyes and leaned up against his car to wait.
To be continued…
I love this story and can't wait for more... 
Thanks so much, Woll & Mitz!
Are you really going to do in poor Josh? He does deserve it, but won't he be missed? Or does Josef have his own plans for him? 
