In Bloom

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Faith frowned as she walked down the hallway, it was so quiet aside for the sound of Jorel blasting Nirvana. In fact it was actually loud enough to annoy her, but he refused to turn it down or let anyone in his room. Faith sighed and walked into Johnny's room, he was propped up on his bed, petting the large black beast. Faith sat down beside him and lifted a large bowl to his lips, Johnny drank the entire bowl in seconds, his lips slightly stained red afterward.

Faith giggled softly, "It looks like you have lipstick on."

Johnny laughs and leans forward to press his lips to hers, he grins when she returns the kiss, but sighs and pulls away a moment later.

"What's wrong?" Faith licks her lips and then tilts her head.

"Faith... We need a plan. Weak or not. We need a plan. To save ourselves." Johnny sighs softly.

"We have to save Ava first." Faith replies.

Johnny stays quiet.

"Right?" Faith frowns and looks at him.

"She's probably already dead... If what the devil said is true. He's going to torture her until he gets his information. Then he'll kill her." Johnny speaks softly.

Faith shakes her head, "Maybe she's okay. You don't know that."

"We have to plan to protect what's left of us."

"What's left? Johnny you're still weak. So is Charlie, Charlie has his thermostat on about ninety and he's horrified of leaving his room. Jorel is next door stuck inside some kind of depressive grunge episode. If he is even alive because he refuses to let anyone in or shut the music down. We're dying already."

"Have Matty get into his room and talk to him."

"I haven't seen Matty all morning."

"Are you fucking serious?"

"We're a mess, Johnny."

"Faith.. I'm out of options."

Faith goes to speak up but notices the music had stopped, she looked at Johnny and then she heard a loud scream coming from Jorel's room. Panic filled her and before she could even think she had run to his door, met by Danny and Dylan. They kicked the door in and instantly froze in terror. Jorel was sprawled on the bed with his hand on his neck, their was blood, and they couldn't tell if he was even still alive.

Faith moved before Danny and Dylan and quickly she pulled his hands away to notice the cut across his neck, it didn't look deep, but it was bleeding profusely and he wasn't healing.

"Dylan! Come here. Now." Faith hollars and as soon as she spoke Dylan was at her side.

"Jorel you have to take some of his blood okay, not a lot, and you have to. I'm not letting you die. You can't fucking die."

Faith moves to places her hands on his, she then watches as Dylan moves toward him and places his arm in front of Jorel. Jorel looks at Dylan, then at Faith, before he gives in and sinks his fangs into Dylan's arm. He slowly moved his hands as he let his eyes shut, Faith watched his wounds slowly heal up and then she looked at him.

"Okay, Let go of Dylan now."

But he didn't, Dylan pulled, but collapsed to his knees, becoming weaker as Jorel refused to let go of his arm.

"Jorel! You're killing him!" Faith hissed in a panicked tone.

Danny moved over and all but pried Jorel from Dylan, though it ripped Dylan's flesh open and he fell to the floor. Jorel sat up instantly and hissed.

"Mother fucker... He's lost all control." Danny grabbed Dylan and drug him toward the wall, "Help Dylan. We have to do something with him."

Jorel grabs Faith and tackles her off the bed, pinning her to the floor. He hisses and bares his fangs at her.

"Jorel Decker. Get the fuck off her. Now." Johnny growls and limps into the room.

Jorel's red and angered eyes slowly diminish and he looks down at Faith, tears filling his eyes.

"I just want her back." Jorel whispers softly.

"You're hurting me. Please get off of me." Faith whispers softly.

"They always leave." Jorel whimpers as he looks at her, tears rolling down his cheeks leaving paths through the blood that soaked and stained his body.

Johnny grabs the back of his shirt and picks him off Faith, throwing him aside.

"Dammit. We don't have time for this shit Jorel. If Ava is alive you can't fuck yourself or anyone else up. How the fuck do we take down a monster like him if we're all barely alive ourselves?" Johnny snaps.

"I'm sorry." Jorel whimpers and curls up slightly.

"Clean yourself up. Danny, Heal Dylan. We need to come up with a plan and for fucks sake someone find Matty." Johnny hisses out before he collapses against the wall.

Faith jumps up and instantly pulls him to his feet, "Easy. Come on, back to bed."

Johnny sighs and frowns slightly, "We're so fucked, Faith."

"Not yet." Faith replies softly, "We'll be okay. Remember, George, sometimes the most broken and damaged people are the strongest."

"Do you think... We'll kill him?"

"I do. We just have to make the others believe that too."

Ava screams and tugs on her arms and legs, she fights against her restraints and screams when she can't get free of them. She hisses and struggles more, tears roll down her face and she gives up in defeat, a whimper leaving her lips.

"Finally. I thought you'd never shut up." Deuce scoffs.

"Take me back. I want Jorel. Take me back." Ava whispers.

"I will. If you tell me where they are." Deuce smirks.

"No!" Ava yells loudly.

"Have it your way." Deuce growls and then picks up the needle and steps forward, he pushes the needle into her skin and smirks, before he notices the small needle marks in her arm, "A junkie, huh? You're going to love this."

"What?! What did you just inject me with?!" Ava starts to panic and pulls on her restraints again, feeling them dig into her skin she whimpers loudly.

"Oh.. Just a little special something... You're going to take a nice trip, then have a nice long nap." Deuce nods slowly and grins.

"What is it?" Ava begs.

Deuce turns around and smirks to himself, "Nothing that concerns you. Just know that if I don't get what I want in 48 hours... You're going to die."

"Die... No. I can't die." Ava whimpers and starts lashing out at him, "Let me go!"

Deuce turns and starts walking away, "You're pathetic."

Ava froze when he left, she started crying hysterically. She wanted Jorel, that was all she wanted, but if she had to die to save his life.. She planned on doing just that.

[[ Sorry this chapter was shorter than the rest. I'm sick and my attention span is like -100 when I'm sick.]]

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