Admitting to Johns Death

“Alexander, I need to ask you if you knew about my uncle’s death? I know you saved me the other day from him. You took him to the holding room. I passed it and there was a foul smell, so I opened the door and found blood all over the room.” Trying to regain her composure after the passionate kiss but she needed to know if he knew how John died. She didn’t really care that he died but hoping Alexander wasn’t the one that killed him.

Alexander placed his elbows on his desk, started tapping his pen on his desk. Greta thought he was in a deep train of thought. Running a hand through his hair he let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry Greta, but I did kill your uncle, he deserved it. The foul things he was saying about you. I couldn’t give him another opportunity on this ship to try to rape you. Hell Greta, he offered you to me just so I would let him go. What man would do that alone do that with his so-called niece?”

She looked shocked, her mouth was slightly open, like she wanted to say something but couldn’t. Greta eyes where wide, her hand moved to cover her hand. She was shocked because she knew Alexander to be noble and upright, someone who would never resort to such vigilante justice.

“You’re lying, who killed him? Tell me!” She started to raise her voice. She just wanted to know the truth. In her heart she knew it was Alexander, but Greta couldn’t wrap her head around the thought he did it. He has changed so much, He’s harder, colder, Alexander was so gentle and so lighthearted. “Did another deckhand do it?” hoping he would say he was just covering it up for someone.

“No, no one else did it, Greta, you must believe me it was me.”

Tell her it wasn’t you Alexander it was me. Simon was irritated that Alexander wasn’t telling her about him and that he did it. Alexander would never kill because of vigilante justice. Simon was so pissed off he pushed Alexander to the back of his mind and took over.

Simon’s ears once again slowly showed themselves on the top of Alexander’s head when Simon took over his body. Simon has the urge to protect Greta and mark his territory so no other male will be around her.

She looked so beautiful, so scared. He stood up from his desk and pointed towards a chair for her to sit on. She walked over to sit. Still staring at him. Simon wanted to touch her, show her that even though he kills he can also love and wanted to show her just that.

Simon was pissed because she retracted her foot. He felt hurt when she did that. His ears moved when her foot moved away. She noticed it and sucked in her breath. “You did kill him. I don’t care if he is dead, just hoping it wasn’t you.” She said to him through a whisper, still looking at his fuzzy ears. She had the urge to reach up and scratch them.

The corner of his lips twitched, wanting to smile but held it back. Simon watched her looking at his ears, he knew she was softening up at that moment. But his thought went back to her retracting her foot, which made him upset again.

“You are not Lord Alexander. Lord Alexander is of high status and would never kneel to tie a lady’s shoelace.” Sitting up straight in the chair holding onto the chair arms tightly. Simon growled when she said that Simon, you’re scaring her more, Alexander told him in his mind.

“I killed your uncle; I ripped his throat out and bit him. Making sure he will never touch you or another person again. I watched the rat die, trying to breath after I ripped out his trachea.” Simon’s eyes were just slits and dark gold as he was remembering the rat dying in the holding room. The bum never did tell us if he was her uncle and stop it Simon, you’re frightening her.” Alexander said to Simon. Alexander tried to take over, but Simon wanted his moment with Greta.

Greta started to cry after Simon decided to tell her in detail how he killed John. “I…I..” She tried to talk between breaths and sobs but was having a hard time.

“Shhhhh, Greta I did what I had to do. Try to understand. He offered you as sex to me so I would let him out of the holding room. What if he offered you to someone else that would take him up on his offer? What then? You would have gotten killed or raped not by one but maybe multiple men. The ship is not a life for a beautiful young woman like you. Many of these men hasn’t been with a woman in over a year and would take the opportunity at whatever cost.” During his spill Simon reached out and grabbed her other foot and started rubbing her ankle and calf. Trying to soothe her from being scared.

She looked away from him towards the floor by the door, taking in what he had just told her. “I guess I owe you a thank you then. I wouldn’t put it past him, and I do believe you were helping. There are men that I have seen on this ship that looked like they were killers themselves. I don’t think the captain does a background check on his employees.” Her eyes averted to his ears again when they moved when she thanked him. Her voice was softer, so his ears moved to hear her better and she was realizing the situation was better. Granted it could have been cleaner, Simon could of just threw him overboard and let the sharks have a go at him after he drowned or swam till, or till he tired.