Chapter 23

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the Vampire fell back into his chair, a hole in his head

Draculaura: oh shit...

Frankie: What The Hell Draculaura!?

Tarla: DROP THE GUN!!!

Draculaura drops the gun

Draculaura: please say he was attacking and was going for his gun

Trevor came running in

Trevor: There Are Damn Ferals Out There- What The Fuck Happened?

Draculaura: He Attacked Apollo! It Was Self Defense!

Trevor: Did She Have To Shoot?

Alvin: Look At My Wrists! She's Telling The Truth! that guy ripped her off and when she tried trading back, he got mad and would have shot us all if Draculaura hadn't pulled the trigger

Frankie: see? we're innocent

Trevor: well I'm still putting you all in the jail cell until I know what to do with you

Alvin: Hey, Whoa, Whoa!

Cleo: Are You Serious?

Trevor: Of Course I Am! Move!

he led them toward a big cell, opened the door and put them all in it then locked the door.

Trevor: I would have punched all your lights out if that guy wasn't a shit. and I'll send my sister to take a look at those cuts.

he walked away, leaving them alone

Draculaura: hey, thanks for having my back. that was cool of you

Alvin: of course, we're pretty much a team now.

Draculaura: thanks

Deuce: but just to be clear, we're not friends

Tracy: hello?

Alvin turned around and saw a female Gorgon unlocking the door and walking in. Draculaura and the others lay on the ground to get some sleep

Tracy: I'm Tracy, I'm the doctor around here.

Alvin: Alvin, pleasure's all mine.

Tracy: *chuckle* lets deal with those cuts

she grabbed his wrists and examined them

Tracy: alright, he got you good. try and hold still

she grabs some Alcohol and pours some on the cuts, making him grunt

Tracy: why are it boys who can't handle a little pain? I never understood it

Alvin: we're supposed to be strong physically, not mentally

Tracy: still doesn't make sense to me. but if you don't mind me asking, why are you all the way out here?

she grabbed bandages and started wrapping his wrists

Alvin: my family was attacked and I got separated from them

Tracy: oh god, I'm sorry. if there's anything I can do to help....

Alvin: you're helping now.

Tracy: but-

Trevor: Tracy? you done?

Tracy: yeah.

Trevor: alright, so I was thinking... and tomorrow I will take you to the graveyard myself. in the meantime, you all stay here to think about how you acted earlier.

Alvin: What? No! I Need To Get To Them Now!

Trevor: Alvin, I Am Not Negotiating!

Tracy: Trevor, his family could need a medic, we can't wait.

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