Ashley Purdy's Adopted Daughter (bvb)

5: Let's Not Kill Them Yet, Shall We?

Carly's eyes widened and she turned towards me. "I forgot to show you the rest of the house!" She grabbed my hand and yanked me to the back of the house. "That's the kitchen. Food happens here. " We ran back to the living room and up the stairs. Carly opened the first door out of 4 and walked inside. "This is Bullet and Alice's room." "Lot of pizza..." All of a sudden there was a scream from downstairs. "CARLY! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Heavy footsteps followed his statement and next thing we knew he was upstairs, pushing Carly and I out and closing the door. "Stay. Out. Of. My room."

Carly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, don't get your dick in a twist." We heard Boss talking downstairs. "Don't mind the motherfucker-" "I HEARD THAT!" Bullet yelled down. "I said it out loud!" Boss sighed. "Anyway, you guys can come upstairs if you want." I assume everyone agreed quietly or nodded or something because more people were coming upstairs. "Anyway.." Carly took my hand again and lead me to the next room.

"This is my and Broken's room." The walls were covered in Pantera, Slipknot, Slayer, Motionless In White, and Metalica posters. Yup. Definitely Carly and Broken's room. "Of course you guys have this on your walls." I smiled. Carly laughed and nodded. "What did you expect? Justin whatshisface?" I shrugged. How the hell am I supposed to know? It's your house. Fuck's sake. She smiled and rolled her eyes, taking me to the back room. She opened the door and took a step inside. "And this is Taylor and Boss' room."

Taylor loved BVB like nobody's business, and the walls on her side were COVERED in posters and album covers. A bag with their logo hung from a hook right next to the originally white shoes covered with the band name that had taken her two hours to complete. Everyone looked back at her and smirked. Her face turned red and she said just above a whisper "Yeah.. I'll see myself out." She walked downstairs and it was quiet until a 'fwump' of the couch broke the silence. Carly chuckled lightly and walked back downstairs. She walked by Taylor and ruffled her hair. "Sorry kid." She jumped to her feet quickly. "IM NOT A KID!" Carly laughed again and patted her shoulder.

"Sure ya aren't, kid." She smirked and walked off as Taylor angrily fixed her hair. "Asshole.." She grumbled and sat down again. "I heard that." Carly smirked. "I was hoping you did, dumbass." Taylor huffed. Carly smiled and shook her head. "ANYWAY," She laughed. "You guys wanna go out back?" I knew it. We're not going to the basement, not with them here. Maybe when I'm alone with Carly and Boss, but sure as hell not with Ash and the rest of the guys here. "Uh, sure." Jinxx finally answered. What? Don't look at me like that. It's not like they're running a fuckin' drug cartel or something. Ok, maybe 'or something' but not a drug cartel. All of a sudden, someone's phone rang and we all looked back at Boss. He checked his phone and his eyes widened. "Shit. Uh, Carly? Basement? Now, please?" They both looked over at me, worriedly. Damn, my first day here and I already have to work. UGH. Whatever, this isn't a first. "Can I.. Join them? For like, five minutes?" I turned and asked Ashley. "I guess..? What's going on?" I left his question with him and bolted down the stairs, closing and locking the door. "Alright, what's up?" Carly asked loudly enough and opened her computer. "Its Maze, she knows about Jack and last week." "Shit, ok." Dammit. "She's still breathing?" I screamed, knowing the concrete walls would drown out the sound. "Fuck, alright. Shit. Boss, gimme your phone." "Vi, n-" "Now." He sighed and handed it over. I saw the missed call from the very familiar number on the screen. Since when is his personal phone his work phone? Moron. I called the number back and told everyone to shut up. A few seconds passed and someone answered. But it wasn't Maze. "Hello, this is X, I work for Maze. What do you need?" Since when did she get professional? And you called Boss? "I need to speak with her." X chuckled. Damn, has nothing changed? This dude isn't one to answer calls but he still has his scary ass laugh. "Uh, yeah. That's not how it works around here, who is this?" "It's Bob the fucking builder, genius. Put her on the phone." "Didn't you hear me kid? I said n-" "Listen to me, X. You might not remember me, probably because I almost killed your ass when you were out cold. And I can do that again, I have a computer right here and I have no problem with tracking you down and breaking every bone in your body and holding a gun to the back of your head just to hear you beg for mercy. You got that?" "Y-yes." "Now, if you want to continue breathing and carrying on with your life, I suggest that you get Maze for me. Now." I could hear him take in a shaky breath and put the phone down.

Carly and Boss stared at me, shocked. I simply smiled and raised an eyebrow toward them. I heard the phone shift on the other line. "So, threatening my employees already. I like it. Who are you?" "Lets just say, I'm with Black Grave." She chuckled. "Oh really? And what's your name then?" "Why should I tell you? So you can try to come after me again? Yeah, no. Nice try though." "What the fuck do you want, kid?" "What? I cant be courteous and let you know that I'm back? I thought it would be pretty nice." She paused for a second. "Wait. Don't even tell me this is Siren. She's in Philly. And probably dead." "Think again Maze. It's only the beginning." And with that, I hung up. Stupid, I know, and it may seem that way at the moment, but it'll make sense. You'll see. "We good?" I finally asked. Carly checked her laptop one last time and plugged it in again. "We're good." "Alright." I started walking to the stairs when someone knocked on the basement door. I got up the stairs and opened the door and moved past the guys with Carly and Boss following closely after, not wanting them to see downstairs. "What happened?" Ashley said and sounded worried. "Nothing." I answered. "Everything's fine." Carly said in her light accent. Everyone looked at us suspiciously. "Okaaay..?" "So," Carly spoke up. "Still wanna go out back?" I faked a normal smile. "Sure! We would love to!" I tried to sound convincing, but let's be honest here, nobody's buying this shit. I'm usually a decent liar too.. Dammit.

Some of my excitement was real though. We were going into the back yard and that's where they keep Tank. I could feel my hands shaking slightly from the anticipation to see the 120 lb. Rottweiler again. Yeah, yeah, they're big, scary dogs; but not Tank. He's the meanest looking dog in the world but he's really a sweetheart, he just isn't very sweet to new people. Sometimes. Most times. Ok, I'll be honest here, he hears Carly say "Tank. Kill." And he attacks. Calm your shit, he's never killed anyone. The most he has ever done was break a collarbone and they lived. I think.

Either way, I was excited as hell to see him. Carly was about to open the back door but quickly closed it again to warn us. "You guys might want to stand back, he doesn't know you and that doesn't end well, so it would be wise to let us go first." She said in her slight accent. She had opened the door to reveal the large dog chained up, and chewing on an old four-wheeler tire with a rope attached. Hey, big dogs need big toys. I could hear the gasp of fear coming from the guys as Carly and I walked toward Tank. He didn't bark, not yet, but he would see the five men behind us soon enough and they're going to be thankful that he is chained to the fence. He ran up to the both of us as his tail wagged like there was no tomorrow. Tank jumped on me and would not stop licking my hand until he got pet. But all of a sudden, everything stopped and his eyes focused on the guys behind us. He started barking in an almost demonically low tone, and to be completely honest with you, it was scary. I've seen this dog dislocate someone's leg, and this is still one of the creepiest things he's done.

Everyone but Carly and me stepped back, then again, we knew this little shit better than anyone. Not to mention, once again, dudebro is chained to a fence. And I'll be honest here, ya know, you and I are friends, right? We've known each other for a while, I can tell you stuff right? Right?

Well I damn sure hope so because right now, I would be scared shitless if I were them. And quite truthfully, let's look at facts, the men of Black Veil Brides aren't exactly 200 lb, muscly, henchmen. So, for now, Tank shall stay chained to his fence.

// A/N I VERY MUCH APOLOGIZE FOR NOT WRITING MORE BUT HERE YOU GO ENJOY LOVE YOU BYE\\