When we were back in the car, everyone was silent. I couldn’t get over the Jack the Ripper thing. Horrible things happened to those women. A lot of it I wouldn’t have suspected Nick to do. Yet, he had basically admitted to everything in front of us. How many people knew of his past? Probably most of the old vampires, but that may not even be true if the SCD records held nothing about it. I didn’t know if I could stand to be so close to him at the moment. I would probably have nightmares after finding this information out. And what Declan had said made sense. How could we not think that Nick was the one responsible for this? His past was an indication that he was capable of being that horrifying.
I felt his eyes on me, so I shifted uncomfortably. He sighed loudly before saying, “I feel like I need to explain to you about my past,” he said to Eli and I.
Eli cleared his throat. “If you want.” But what he meant was, You bet you’d better tell us!
Nick chuckled. “Not if I want. I have to explain, otherwise, you will always wonder about me.” He gazed out the window for a few seconds clasping his hands together. “I didn’t do the mutilation to the women. My partner did. The cuts to the throat covered up the fang marks, and that is the gist of what I did. Sometimes I drained them dry. I will also admit that I may have slept with a few of them first.” He shrugged. “I wasn’t at my best then, obviously.”
I patted his shoulder awkwardly. “I guess that makes it better, since you didn’t gut them and stuff. But I still think we should Nick-proof the house and remove all sharp objects.”
He rolled his eyes at me and looked out the window again. “You have a way of making a man feel better, Blake.” He chuckled.
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