We Need To Talk - Gawsten [probably]

Vampires

The door felt heavy but its supposed to when you have high danger level vampires in a fucking room. Well, their both in cages. The only thing separating us all from each other is a cage wall up to the ceiling.

I heard one growl as I stepped in. Looking over to see a small figure in the shadows. From the looks I'd assume Peter.

"I'm not here to hurt you," I told calmly. A fist banged into the cage next to me causing me to jump.

"Then why are you!" The long black haired man spoke. He was about same height to me. Gerard.

"I'm just doing my job," I told.

"And what's that huh? Keeping us in here? What did we ever do!?" Gerard hissed.

"You've killed many people." I protested.

"I do what I have to to survive!" He growled. Taking note he only got here a few weeks ago and he looked thinner then the photos.

"By killing people?" I asked. Do not engage. Do not threaten. Ran threw my head multiple times. Something you are never to do with high danger level creators.

"I'm a vampire! The only thing that can hold me is blood! Human blood is the best for me. I don't take it without permission. I don't kill unless its necessary." He continued to growl.

"Trick made a antidote,,, then yoU TOOK HIM FROM ME," peter practically yelled beside me.

"How did he?" I asked. Don't ask about "trick". He started to growl.

"Everything was fine thEN YOU TOOK IT ALL AWAY!" Peter seemed insane.

"I- I didn't- you tried to take innocent lives." I tried to process.

"Innocent." He repeated, "innocent! You think those sick basters are innocent! They made me into what I am! You think I was born this monster! You think I wanted to let my friends and only family die!?!" He growled deeply. Putting his hand on the gate. Sharp black claws as finger nails, scratching on the gate. "Let me out and I'll show them what they deserve."

My head was spinning. Nothing felt right. Nothing is right. "We're no more a monster then you guys." Pete said turning around and walking back into the shadows. Omanis.

"Make sure you know who your working for. He's sick. All of you are." Gerard told. I turned to him.

"What did he do ?" I was hesitant to ask. Gerard slammed his fist against the gate.

"He killed my brother. Right in front of me. An innocent man. A human. He wasn't born like I was. I'm wicked he'd not." He growled.

"He-?" I couldn't get anything else out before he started messing with his shirt. "What are you-" he pulled the side of his shirt down. A burned in brand on his collar bone. At lest three inches all around.

"A punishment." He told. "For threatening him about Mikey." I studied the mark. He flipped the shirt back into place. Hiding it.

"Mikey ?" I questioned.

"My brother." He nearly spat. "Your boss is a sick man."

"Not even a man." Peter interrupted. Both of us turning to him. "He's the real monster. One day you'll see it too." Words couldn't have even been processed. Nothing about this made sense.

Suddenly the door opened. I nearly jumped turning to it. Both Gerard and Peter started getting aggressive. Peter stood quickly and Gerard started growling. Ronnie stepped in.