Later, at the Sully House
That astonished Tom. He was ready to hate the man. He hadn't been ready to be thankful. He gaped at the two of them. As usual, he needed an explanation. He couldn't grasp why someone would kill one woman and put his own life on the line for another.
His eyes shifted to the man. Nothing in his face had changed. There was no pride. No remorse. His expression seemed empty. "Why?" he asked him. "Why would you do that?"
"Why would I do what? Kill someone or save someone? You gotta be a bit more specific." Tom did not appreciate the dry tone in which the other man spoke. He balled his fists.
"Both. Why did you do both?" he demanded, then continued in a muttering tone. "It doesn't add up."
"Because I am both."
Tom frowned while his mind started to race. He was no psychologist. He wondered if the man had a psychological disorder or maybe... "Like a werewolf?" he chimed in before the other man could add more.
The man laughed a dry laugh. "Close but no cigar. Vampire. Psychic vampire." Tom had no idea what that was. But vampire, that sounded nasty. "I have a demon inside of me that feeds off emotions and life energy. If it is powered out, it takes over."
Tom stared at him. "Oh. So, you are like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide."
"I guess."
The biologist had no idea what to make out of it. He glanced at JR, understanding his indecisiveness.