the war is won
before it's begun
release the doves
surrender love
Being stabbed isn't nearly as bad as you would think.
That is, if you have proper medical attention. Estella however, did not.
She was being patched up by a twenty nine year old computer nerd in his mom's basement.
"If you would just be still, this would be so much easier for the both of us!" With shaking hands, he tries to fix her up the best he knew how. Clearly he had never done this before, seeing as he never leaves the house.
"Okay Brendon, if you don't hurry, I'll make things much harder on you." It's not that she was angry towards him, no. She was far too aggravated that she was stabbed by a witch. Not only that but she was overpowered. And Estella hated being the weakest one.
But she was powerful. And if she wasn't the strongest one then that meant, whoever these people were, needed to be stopped at all cost. And she was the only one who could do so.
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"Since when did we become witch hunters?" Brendon hated anything that wasn't human.
Of course, most humans were monsters themselves. But, when he discovered the truth about what goes bump in the night, he decided he'd much rather deal with the humans.
"Since Pete, Patrick, Joe and Andy were kidnapped by them?" Estella was growing even more aggravated by the second.
"Sorry." Brendon was only slightly worried about her change in attitude. "So- What exactly do we do now?" He asked her with an exaggerated sigh.
"Well," she started, pacing the basement,
"witches aren't very friendly. And once they have what they want, they won't hesitate to kill the boys." Turning to face Brendon, he noticed the scared look in her eyes. She must really care for Pete( as well as the others) more than he thought.
Standing up, he walked over to her and carefully put his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, listen, we'll get them back. They can't be too far from here. Probably some creepy, abandoned building. I'll look and you and I will check it out okay?" Stella merely nodded in reply and backed away from him.
"Okay. Yeah. But, I'm gonna need your help.." she didn't want to ask for his help. She couldn't stand the thought of losing him because well- she may have already lost the man she may or may not love.
Brendon had already say down at his computer, typing away, not even looking up to speak. "You know I'd always follow you into the gates of hell." He pushed up his glasses as she came over, sitting next to him.
Stella, nor Brendon had no idea what they were getting themselves into. But whatever it was, it wasn't going to be very fun...
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The Young Blood Chronicles // The Fallen Ones
Fanfiction' I will defend the faith Going down swinging I will save the songs That we can't stop singing ' An American, psychotic story in which the four defenders of the Earth, a Phoenix, and a twenty nine year old computer nerd save the world from a cove...
