Blank Space °°Brallon/Ryden°°

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The car ride was quick and quiet. Details had already been worked out. Both young men knew their jobs.

"Here." Brendon spoke in a low, emotionless voice as they pulled up to a crappy little hotel near the freeway. The neon sign to attract guests flickered darkly, looking like it was near expiration. Brendon pulled into a dark parking spot before turning to Dallon. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

A dark grin spread across Dallon's lips. After so long, it was all that he wanted. His eye twitched just slightly as he gave Brendon his confirmation.

The darker haired man nodded as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "It is what it is..." Brendon kept his low tone as he leaned towards Dallon, "Hate the sin, love the sinner..." He pressed his lips to Dallon's, prompting the taller of the two to shut his eyes.

It had been awhile since Brendon had remarked his dislike of certain kills. Usually, he just went along with them. It was a slow ease from luring to killing, but Brendon had grown into his role quite nicely.

Dallon was the one to slip his lips out of the kiss. "I have full faith in you." He whispered as he reached up to slide his hand along the side of Brendon's face, "You won't let me down."

Dallon opened his eyes to be met by those coffee brown ones. "Have I ever?" Brendon whispered in response.

Dallon let out a chuckle before undoing his belt and opening his door. He looked around the barely illuminated surroundings. There were a few scattered cars in the lot around them, but they were probably all here for the same reason as his father. Dallon let out a scoff of disgust.

A hand on his shoulder made Dallon turn to see Brendon. "I'll meet you inside." Brendon said before pushing Dallon lightly forward, "Room twenty seven."

Dallon nodded, allowing his feet to move him along. The dull bulbs that lined the hall just outside of the rooms cast just enough light to see the white room numbers against their black doors. Dallon moved down the doors, carefully looking for the one his father resigned behind.

Not for long

Dallon finally came upon the room. He didn't hear any sounds coming from inside. Maybe his father had fallen asleep while whatever hooker he had taken in with him stole his money and escaped silently into the night.

The nighttime guest was none of Dallon's concern, however, he only wanted his father.

He turned his hand to knock with his knuckles. There was noise from the other side of the door, but no one came to open the door.

"Dad?" Dallon called out, "I-I think someone mugged me. I thought I saw your car?" He made his voice come across shaky and vulnerable, resulting in more of a response from inside the room. He quickly ruffled his hair and tugged at his clothes to better his story.

The door was pulled open, revealing his father who wore only hastily pulled up pants. "Dallon? What's wrong? What are you doing here?"

Dallon faked an innocent confusion. "I was out biking to pick up something for Breezy and I-"

"Come in, son." Mr. Weekes gestured his son inside. Dallon smirked as he made his way past his father. That took practically nothing. "Is Breezy okay? Was she with you?"

"No, she's still at the house." Dallon shook his head. His eyes scanned the room. There was a small counter that held a bathroom sink next to a closed door that he assumed was a bathroom. On the counter was a plate that displayed a worn steak knife, as if it had been waiting specifically for him.

"Christ, Dallon..." His father muttered, shutting the room's door. "You shouldn't be out here. You need to be at home."

"Why?" Dallon asked as he walked across the room, "Are you afraid of the unsavory type that roam these parts?"

Dallon could feel his father's eyes on him. "What were you doing out here, son?"

Dallon stopped at the counter and grabbed the knife. He squeezed its handle before bringing a finger to trace the blade. "Unfinished business. Do you remember my friend in highschool? Josh?"

His father was silent behind him.

"Your friends definitely knew him." Dallon continued, "He mentioned them the last time I saw him."

"Dallon." His father's voice sounded cautious, "What's this about?"

"What did you do to him!?" Dallon demanded, spinning around to face his father with the knife in his hand. "What did you do to the boy I was in love with?"

"Don't say it like that." His father's nose scrunched as he held his arms in the air. "You were a teenager that had no idea what you were doing."

Dallon laughed, feeling his eye twitch. "Didn't know what I was doing?" He repeated, venom dripping from every word. "I was holding him, I was kissing him, and I was damn happy!" He yelled, slamming the butt of the knife against the wall beside him.

His father flinched. "Dallon, this isn't the time or place-"

"It is because I say it is." Dallon glared at his father. "You knew Breezy wasn't going to be in my life like that. How the hell did you find out about Josh and what did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything, Dallon." His father said, eyeing the knife. "I just got some young men to talk to him-"

"Shut up!" Dallon yelled, eye twitching again. "How did you find out?"

"I saw you!" His father yelled back. All the air seemed to be sucked from the room with his words. Dallon stared at his father as he continued. "I was driving past the park and saw you and that pink haired boy. Some of the older men in the industry frown upon that sort of thing. I was just trying to protect your interests-"

Dallon lunged forward, refusing to let his father finish the thought. His father tried to avoid the attack, but Dallon had more strength behind his actions. He fell to the floor with Dallon on top of him. Dallon cut his father's arm before sending the knife deep into his chest as they hit the carpet.