We Need To Talk - Gawsten [probably]

Business

Patrick is on his knees in front of men begging me. This is nothing gay I swear. I'm getting married tomorrow. Not gay.
"Please," he begged. "Don't take me there." My heart ached for the poor man. He's so innocent. He's never don't anything wrong.

"I'm sorry. Its just business." I spoke blankly. He looked up to me. Tears staining his face and glossing his eyes. He put his hand on the gun I had to his forehead.

"Shoot me." He told. A beg. I shook my head.

"Your on my capture list. Not my kill." I told.

"Do it. Please. I'd rather be dead then in that place." He told.

"Peter Wentz."

"Why would you say that name?? He- he died years ago." Peter has been in that place for y e a r s?

"So you know him?"

"Know him? He was my best friend. I would have done anything for him. I would have died for him." He confessed.

"I need you to trust me." I told.

"Why should I??" He argued. Showing his fangs. Taking a deep breathe I removed my hood and pulled down my mask.

"I need you to trust me." I spoke again. He seemed shocked. Then nodded slowly. "Thank you," I spoke putting my gun back in its spot and pulling my mask and hood back on.

- -

We arrived to the back gate. I jumped over he flew. Knowing the cams back here are shit this shouldn't be a problem. Sneaking up to the door. Patrick seemed very anxious.
"Might want to wipe your tears," I offered moving over to the lock.

"Yeah yeah," he agreed. I assume doing so as I typed the pass code. 8008. With a click the door unlocked. "Why are we here?" He asked.

"Look. You either need to trust me or don't. I'm sorry I just- I want to-"

"I trust you.." He spoke carefully. I nodded once before opening the door. Patrick followed. Black wings against his back. The door shut behind him. The room fell dark. I know the ins and outs of this place so I knew exactly where to go.

After another 10 minutes of walking we came across another door. 4680. The door opened. One of the boys hissed. I pulled my mask and hood down as I entered. Gerard stopped hissing. Only crossed his arms. Waiting to see what's to happen.

I looked back at Patrick. Gesturing him in. He anxiously accepted.
"Trick?" Peter asked in disbelief. Patrick whipped around to him. Eyes lighting up as he saw the other vampire.

"Pete!" He put his hand on the cage door. Peter, my bad, P e t e put his hand on Patrick's.

"Your real?" Pete asked quickly. Patrick nodded quickly. "How did you- how did you get wings??" He asked.

"They've always been a part of me. Being bitten I guess just triggered it. I'm not fully sure I don't understand it either." Patrick told. They seemed happy. I turned over to Gerard. He was sitting against the wall with his head down.

I wandered away from the two and over to him. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Its nothing." He told.

"Please?" I asked.

"Fuck off." He told getting up and walking further into the darkness. He's upset, I get that. I guess.

Two clicks.
Patrick's whimper.
Two body's hit the ground.

I turned quickly. "Very, very well Knight." Ronnie spoke to me. Both Patrick and Pete's body's lay on the ground. Both still breathing. They've both just been tased. "All three in perfect time."

"Of course sir," I spoke in little emotion as per normal.

"Go get Row." He told.

"Nicole?" I questioned.

"Yes. Hurry." He commanded.

"Yes sir." Then I pretty much ran to the angel section. She's normally there. Avoiding as many people as possible. Which was nice. Until I tripped to someone's feet.

"Gays," she mumbled. I jumped up to my feet seeing a woman in a black coat and dirty blond hair.

"Nicole. Ronnie needs you. New angel. WB." I told. Her eyes widended.

"Size?" She asked walking off and gesturing me to follow.

"What?" I questioned.

"Size of wings." She asked looking at me.

"Uhhh-" I looked at the others. "Her-?" I pointed to a girl in black hair, black wings, and what seemed to almost be a school girl outfit.

"Lindsey is a- median." She spoke to herself. I looked back to her. She grabbed a wing binder(WB) from the rack. "Where?"

"Vampires." I told.

"Why would they be-?"

"Don't ask common before he gets upset." I warned. She nodded as we pretty much ran off. No one questioned. There's always at least one person running to a different area. If we're not efficient we could die. So people stay out of your way.

I typed in the pass code for the door as she was a step or two behind me. I tend to run more then her anyway. She ran in going to Ronnie. I noticed his ring was gone. Pete and Patrick where still knocked out but Pete was in the corner of the room and Patrick was on just the other side of the gate. Probably in case they woke.

Nicole ran straight over to him. I stayed a steps back. Ronnie opened the gate and they went in. I didn't pay much attention however. I turned to Gerard. He was breathing heavy it sounded. I looked closer. He had on cuffs and a muzzle. These traditionally aren't supposed to be on vampires unless they are really, really nippy in transport. But he's in non of that.

He seemed to be glaring at me. He put his hands against his chest. I watched as he pulled his shirt to the other side. A very fresh burn mark. This one seems bigger however.

I looked over to Ronnie then back to Gerard. Gerard stepped towards me until we were both against the gate. He really was breathing heavy. He looked messy as well. His eyes seemed to be growling but no noise came from him. Until,

"Killer."