"Coast is clear," Pete whispered, applying the rest of the white powder to my face. He adjusted my corset and fixed his hat.
"I'm scared."
"Don't be scared. Don't let them sense fear. It'll get you killed," he turned around, gripping my shoulders. I nodded quickly and drained the fear from my body. We both walked into the warehouse, full of screams and howls. We walked in together, me in front of him.
"Urie!" Pete called.
"Ah, I see you turned another one?"
"Of course, master. May we talk outside? With the girl?" Pete asked, talking suddenly like a snob.
"Yes! Yes! Come along," we followed Brendon down a hall to the back doors, passing cells full of tortured souls.
"What did you need to talk to me about?" Brendon asked, sounding slightly suspicious. Pete took out a bag and shoved it on top of his head, kneeing him in the stomach and knocking him out.
"Hurry! Beckett will be here any minute!" Pete grabbed Brendon and ran ahead of me. I was running up until someone grabbed me.
"Help!" I screeched and he turned around, alarmed.
"William! Master, I see you found my subject. Taking out the daily meat for the hounds. I'll feed her too," he chuckled, walking towards me and tracing my jawbone, William still covering my mouth.
"Oh, I see. Here's the meat. Report back soon. Oh! And and have you seen Master Brendon? He's gone missing..." he shook his head and grabbed me forcefully out of Beckett's grip.
"That was close," I shook, holding the front of his suit. I felt terribly uncomfortable, seeing Pete in a Dandy's suit, pretending to be one.
"Hurry back. I'll follow behind," and, we got home. With Brendon. I never thought this would work. The others were out hunting while Pete and I strapped Brendon to a chair, removing the bag as he regained consciousness. He hissed, Pete hovering on top of him and I was guarding the door, watching from farther away.
"Why am I here?" Brendon sounded different.
"You caused all of this shit. You did it. I'm here to remind you of us, as I know you haven't forgotten, now have you?" Pete grinned.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he stated, cold and quick. He turned his head.
"Look at me, Brendon."
"What?"
"Remember this?" Pete hugged him and held his hands. "Or what about this?" Pete kissed down his jawline, moving closer to his neck.
"I-," Brendon stuttered.
"But you forgot, so I guess you won't need it anymore..." Pete stood up and walked away.
"Wait! Pete, I remember. And I miss you. I'm sorry. I didn't know how to control myself and I hate every minute of being a Dandy," he looked down, reaching up to get his hat. He threw it across the room, making it in the garbage can close to me. I flinched, smashing against the door.
"Come down, sweetheart," Brendon said, Pete hissing at him calling me sweetheart. "Sorry."
"I'm sorry I tried to get you killed, and Pete, I miss you. I'm sorry," he sighed, his eyes tearing. Pete would know the truth. He untied him and hugged him.
"I miss you too. On our side?"
"Absolutely," he replied, adding me to the hug. I smiled contently, the guys upstairs filing down.
"Brendon!" Andy hurled himself forward.
"Stop!" Pete hissed. "He's fine!" Pete explained everything and that night, Brendon slept on the couch and Pete still cuddled with me. Maybe I'm not history...
"Never," I couldn't see him, but I knew he was smiling.
