LA Devotee//B.U

Four

We were both quiet. I was quiet because I didn't wanna get slapped again. Brendon was quiet because he didn't have anything to force me to drink or eat. He suddenly slapped his thigh and stood up quickly, leaving the room. Thank god, I hated this man. Once I thought that I was fine, I heard him come back, and a machine rolling as well. I straightened my posture to try and see what was going on, and all I saw was Brendon and a sort of machine. He placed the machine in front of me and left to plug it in. I still didn't understand what it was. He walked to the table and took a syringe out with a bottle of something that seemed to be anesthetics.

"W-what are you doing?" I quivered in my seat, shaking like a blender. He looked at me, and, yet again, didn't reply. Why can't he just answer me once? He took the syringe and came closer to me, this time not having his gloves on.

"Don't tense your muscles." He commanded, taking the sleeve of my shirt and pulling it up. He took the needle and dug it into my skin, pressing the cap which was injecting me with anesthesia. I winced but felt a relief when he took out the needle. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, just needing to try and get calm. Brendon went on his knees and made his way beside my arm.

"I'm tattooing something on your arm. The thing I just injected into you was anesthesia." He informed me. He still wasn't putting his gloves on. I felt tingling and started shivering. Brendon noticed and walked over, going to pull the machine closer. He took a piece of paper with a design on it. It wasn't a nice design. It was a circle and a triangle. There was an exclamation point in the middle of it and three circles at each point of the triangle. One of them had an eye on it, the other, a sun, and the last one, a moon. He placed the design on my arm and took a rag dipped in cold water, placing it on the design. He tapped his foot as he waited. After a minute or so, he took the tag off, same with the paper. A clear, black symbol was on my arm now. And that's when everything hit me. 

"Don't move." He demanded. I kept my arm straight as he took the needle from the tattooing station. He clicked a button and turned the machine on, starting to tattoo my arm. It felt weird at first, but then I got used to the feeling. He had to bend his head to see my arm better and his dark brown, soft hair went in my face. It made me want to sneeze, but I was capable of keeping it in. His hair kept on slapping me in the face, and I'm pretty sure one of them entered my mouth. The smell overcame me and I felt relaxed.  I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but in my head, I was fighting whether I should or should not sleep, until my thoughts had made me fall asleep. 

***

I woke up and Brendon was looking at me. That's creepy. He continued looking at me, and then he looked down at my arm, causing me to follow his eyes and look down. A huge, black, creepy logo was inked on my arm. 

"Wow! This is actually legit!" I exclaimed, making Brendon nod. 

"It was hard because you kept on stirring in your sleep, so I thought that that was going to affect the job, but it didn't. You also sneezed a lot, you might be allergic to the ink." He spoke.

"I think it was your hair. It kept on hitting me in the face." I laughed awkwardly. Brendon nodded and walked over to the table, grabbing a tub of yogurt and another grail. He walked up to me and took a spoonful of yogurt, placing it close to my mouth. I opened my mouth and let him put the food in my mouth. Vanilla, yum! He kept on doing that until the container was empty. He then took the grail.

"Drink." He ordered. I didn't wanna have to go through the nose plug thing, so I just opened up and took a sip of the disgusting wine. 

"This is the same wine as yesterday, is it?" I asked. He looked up in thought for a moment, then shaking his head no.

"It's white wine. I looked outside and saw the lights, they looked like 'blushing lights'. And rules are, you must be drinking white wine in the blushing lights." He used the air quotes for 'blushing lights'. I nodded and looked at Brendon, who just looked back. His gaze wasn't as scary anymore. 

"Brendon?" I said, making him nod to proceed. 

"Why am I here?" I knew he was gonna get mad at me, but maybe he would answer me, or drop a little hint.

"Like I said before, I can not tell you. And if I could, I wouldn't. You need to get that through your head." He hardened his tone. I looked down and then back at Brendon, who was staring at me.

"I'm sorry..." I apologized. "I'll stop asking,"