#jaxonthread

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She deserved it; she wasn’t a  good person and never would be.

It was a phrase Jaxon had to countlessly repeat in his head as the body of a lowlife bully and thieve thumped to the floor. He grabbed a nearby towel and whipped his bloody hands as he sat on a stool a few feet from the newly deceased body. It wasn’t often that Jaxon drained a person, only a few drops of a local insane human, and he was good to go. However, this one drove him to a point he hadn’t seen in over a few thousand decades. She had time to change and make amends for threatening an elderly local business owner with deadly weapons and stealing her hard-earned money, merchandise, and cars. Yeah, multiple vehicles. She terrorized the low-class streets, and  Jaxon tried to be friendly and warn her about how her actions would meet a horrific end in her story. Clearly, she didn’t take his warning to heart, for she strolled into his auto shop with a sharpened pipe, threatening him for his merchandise and money. When he stood up to her, she attempted to swing the pipe at one of the cars he was trying to fix, which he stopped immediately. After that, he didn’t have control of his actions. His fangs pulsed out, and he pinned her against the car, draining every last drop of life in her pulse. 

Looking up at the person who strolled in, he sighed heavily. “Don’t give me that look. She had it coming. No one will miss her.” He spat, whipping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

As of late, Jaxon hasn’t been one for socializing; really, there was only one person he was interested in being around, and that person is currently missing. However, he needed to get a lead on his friend’s disappearance, and the only way of doing that was to socialize—what better way to mingle than to head to the local bar? First, he had to shower to wash the blood off of him from the feeding he had just a few moments ago, then pull some basic clean clothes on and ensure his daylight ring was securely placed on his finger. 

Stretching out his neck, he walked the short way from his house to the bar - time to start being friendly. 

Once he made it to the bar, he scanned the room for an open stool at the bar or an available table. He found an available seat at the bar and made a B-line. “Whiskey, please.” He ordered and tapped the bar with his thumbs as he waited.  He could feel eyes on him, and he turned towards them. "You know it's rude to stare."

Jaxon twirled the ring between his fingers, remembering the witch who created the ring for him so he could enjoy sunlight again. Then he started to wonder what had happened to the witch. It wasn’t as if they were close but friendly enough for her to make a daylight ring. He was still worried about his only friend, Kamyrn Nyström, who was missing, and his disappearance ate at him. How could he not notice until some lowlife pointed out his disappearance? What happened to him? Where was he? Who took him? Whoever took Kamyrn and possibly hurt him will have their heads separated from their bodies. Slipping the ring back onto his finger, Jaxon got ready and slipped out the door. 

Truthfully, he should have gone to his shop or sneaked his way into his friend’s shop to see if he can’t find any clues about his disappearance, but instead, he found himself going to the top floor and opening the door to the roof of the building. With his hands tucked into his pockets, he walked over to the bench, perched himself on top of the table, and relaxed his feet on the bench. He peered over the city, listening intently to every sound that came with the morning light. Maybe he could find him by trying to find his heartbeat.