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Silence

Volex

As if falling to its knees, the silence on the second half of the school gave way to all of the hollers and cheers from the students below. Only a few stray students roamed around on the second floor, lingering around lockers with friends or standing outside a darkened, locked teacher’s classroom. All of the faculty was still downstairs in the gymnasium, making sure every last student wasn’t lingering behind the bleachers to vandalize it.

The only reason I wasn’t joining the call to arms battle cries below me was because of one simple mistake. Leaving all of my homework in my locker. It being the first week and all, every single teacher of mine was lenient on the loads of paperwork they distributed. Being the ever so gracious souls teachers can be, noted that their homework assignments weren’t due until Monday. Every. Last. Assignment. Much like every other procrastinator out there, I chose to leave the paperwork alone until I actually opened my locker the next time I passed by it.

Every time I opened it, was only to put more workload in.

“Yes Ma, I know I know.” Riza agreed apathetically to her mother on her phone, giving me incredulous looks and gestures every now and then. “But it’s Friday!”

 

Rolling my eyes, I looked out to my left where the huge windows were displaying the fields and back parking lot. A smile slowly etched its way onto my lips when I noticed the lacrosse coach heading out onto one of the fields. Unconsciously, I slowly drifted closer to the windows and watched as the lacrosse team jogged out onto the grassy field, black bags being carried by three of the athletes. One of which, was wearing a knee brace. Who happened to be Taylor.

Furrowing my brow and pursing my lips, I drifted towards the brick pillars separating the windows every ten meters before leaning against it. Following my imperceptible actions, Riza mimicked my actions and leant beside me, still trying persuade her mother in allowing her to sleep over at my house tonight.

 

I could faintly hear a whistle blow before the majority of the team ran laps around the soccer field. Taylor and two other vaguely familiar faces turned to face my direction as they began unloading the bags of equipment. I couldn’t help but sigh woefully at the sight of Taylor limping and having some difficulty over the other two.

“WAIT!” a squeaky voice echoed throughout the hall.

 

Just seconds after Riza’s scream diluted my concern for Taylor, I flipped around just in time to see a small body collide with that of my best friend’s. The books the small boy was carrying exploded on impact, flinging Riza and her phone onto the linoleum tiling. I was too busy laughing at Riza’s hardened expression to offer a helping hand when the boy scrambled up and tugged her onto her feet.

“Ha ha ha bitch, just laugh it off.” she grumbled, dusting herself off before picking her backpack up.

 

I waved my hand off, trying to catch my breath. “I am so sorry.” the boy apologized, fearfully looking up to the angered Asian. “I really am. You see, there was a fr--”

 

“I don’t give a damn, kid.” she seethed. “Just--”

 

“Riz.” I warned, widening my eyes for affect.

 

Grasping a hold of rationally, she closed her eyes and sighed, bending down to help the boy pick up his books. “Just watch yourself next time.” she mumbled to the boy.

 

He nodded frantically as he shoved all of his possessions into his arms. Glancing out the window, I saw that Taylor was now in sync with the rest of his team. How I could always point him out in a crowd, never creeped me out until now. None of the games have been released yet and I already have his jersey number memorized.

Hearing the boy explain to Riza about a runaway frog from the science lab, a scarlet glint flickered from the corner of my eye. Turning completely around, I shielded my eyes from the indecent sun and stared down at the source of the blinding prisms. A beautiful motorcycle sat in the back lot, blinding anyone within sight. I may not be a motorcycle extremist, but what I do know is that bikes like that aren’t very common to purchase under a teacher’s salary. With my dad working in the motor vehicle industry, I know as much as anyone else that a vehicle brands its company’s name or marking for advertisement and familiarity. All there was on the rare piece of beautiful metal was a foreign insignia of some sort.

 

Before I could press myself against the glass to try and read the plates, a hand grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the glass. “Seriously? Could you be any more desperate?” Riza sighed.

Stumbling down the hall towards her fallen phone, I tried wriggling away from her grasp. “What?”

“Staring down at Taylor while he’s practicing? Can you say pervert with me?”

 

Scoffing, I writhed my arm free when Riza loosened her vice grip to bend down and grab her phone.

She pushed a few buttons and slapped it a few times before growling, whipping around to face me so fast her hair whirled around her face. “Do you see why I hate freshman?” she spoke so calmly, I wouldn’t have taken her tone for insecurity if she didn’t wave her cracked phone in my face. “Now I need to persuade my--”

 

She paused, tilting her head to the side as a glint suddenly sparkled in her eyes, an evil smirk slowly rising onto her coral lips. Side-stepping her when she began to menacingly chuckle, I cautiously walked around her and down the hall to my original destination. I only assumed she wasn’t crazy as I heard her footsteps trail behind mine slowly.

“Now I have no choice but to go to your house.” she spoke slowly in light tones once I reached my locker. “Since I have no available phone to call her back, I have to go to your house to use your phone. And since I’ll already be at your house, she’ll have no choice but to allow me to spend the night.”

 

As I shoveled a few notebooks into my bag, I pulled free my cell phone from my pocket and held it out with my free hand. “Why don’t you just use my phone?” I questioned dully, searching for my Marine Bio worksheets.

I heard a gasp before my hand was shoved into my chest. Glancing at my friend, I immediately stumbled back into my locker from how close the proximity of our faces were. “Are you crazy? Do you NOT want me to hang out with you tonight?!” she all but whispered.

 

“Geez Riza,” a voice rang out in the empty hallway. “I leave you alone for a few minutes to drop Loriel off at the buses, and you’re making a move on Rora before me?”

 

Riza removed herself from me, allowing me to breathe and let out a sigh I didn’t know I withheld. “She wants me to call my mom.” she said in a drone to our friend.

 

Chuckling at the look of discontentment on Riza’s face, Chance continued to advance forward until he was beside me. “Well, I’m all good for tonight. I just have to wash my dad’s car tomorrow for payment for allowing me off the hook.”

“What’d you do now?” I questioned, my search for my homework creating a tempest in my mini storage center.

 

“Last night I went on a… little excursion to the 7-11 on Macabre and Seventh for a slushie and kinda got into a little competition with a few fellas.”

Riza and I shared a look before staring Chance hard in the eye. “What happened to the car?” we both inquired.

A brilliant grin broke out to flatter us with his ivory carnivores. Four years of braces during his childhood paid off, but one too many times has he tried the trick on us. “I won though.”

“What happened to the car.” we stated once again.

Groaning, Chance flung himself onto the lockers beside me and slouched with a rudder blow of the lips. “I dented the passenger side door and totally fucked up the front bumper.”

 

Riza and I both moaned out and rolled our eyes. Due to Chance and his reckless nightly endeavors, ruled out the option of driving during the first week of school for all three of us. It was a rule all of our parents agreed on when we got our permit’s a couple years ago. Our parents knew how impetuous Chance could be at times, and even though he hasn’t been driving for long, he’s already wrecked two cars. One of which, wasn’t even his or anyone’s we know. He still has yet to fully explain that story, which cost his pops over eight thousand dollars to keep it under wraps.

“Not only does Riza have to persuade her mom when we get to my house,” I started, shuffling through random notebooks left from last year in my locker in hopes of finding this week’s homework. “she now has to convince her mom - and MINE - to allow us to drive next week.”

“Thank you Chance, thank you so fucking much.” Riza glared at our blonde friend before jabbing him in the shoulder. “Like I need any more of a reason to beg and plead on my knees.”

He simply chuckled at our friend before pushing me aside. Riza kept mumbling under her breath why we were even friends with him to begin with while I peered over Chance’s arm to see what exactly he was doing. Within moments, he stepped away to reveal a slightly more organized locker and two notebooks. With a smile, he placed them in my backpack before slamming shut my locker and linking his arms through mine and Riza’s.

 

“You two beautiful girls are my friends because I can read your minds and know how to please you two.” he answered as if it were the age old question.

 

“Psh, yeah. Excluding the fact that you’re the major factor keeping Rora and I from freedom, you can read our minds.”

 

I gave Chance an agreeable look before he stepped out in front of us, arms crossed and preventing us from advancing further. “If you think I can’t do it, try me.” he suggested a flabbergasted, and still irritable, Riza.

 

Giving him a pointed look, Riza crossed her arms as well before sizing him up. “Why am I so pissed with my mom?”

 

He rolled his eyes and relaxed his posture, sliding his hands into his pockets with a carefree laugh. “She’s mad that you refuse to go with her to that convention this weekend that’s being held for environmental charities.”

 

Though Riza barely gave way to his scrutiny, I couldn’t help but smirk at the disbelief in her eyes. “So what, I must’ve--”

 

“Mentioned it earlier?” Chance finished, smirking at our skeptical friend. “No, you didn’t. Otherwise Aurora would remember. Right, Rora?”

 

I shook my head when the two looked to me. “No clue. So, is he right?”

 

“Lucky guess.” she admitted, Chance scoffing and raising his eyebrow. “Do Rora.” she pointed to me with a defiant look, causing both Chance and I to roll our eyes.

 

Sighing, but smiling nonetheless, Chance turned to me. “What do you want me to guess, Aurora?”

 

Shrugging, I finally slipped my arms through my backpack that I held a tight grip on. “What am I thinking about, right now?”

 

“Easy. Taylor.”

 

“Hey!” Riza gasped, shoving my shoulder while I chuckled and nodded. “That’s not fair! Since when isn’t she mind fucking Taylor?”

 

“Hey!” I laughed, returning the shoulder shove. “I am not always mind fucking the guy.”

 

Chance and Riza shared a look before linking arms and walking down the hallway towards the stairs that separated us from a long trek home. “Denial!”

 

Growling under my breath, I followed them and smiled at my two friends. The two could easily argue about the stupidest things on earth, but make up within minutes over something even stupider. I know how to pick them, huh?

But, Chance wasn’t right. I wasn’t thinking about Taylor. I was thinking about that motorcycle sitting in the lot cast out by the cars and other regular bicycles. Chance knew just about every and anything when it came to motor vehicles. If I pointed it out from the window, I was wondering if he would have any clue to what model the motorcycle would be. And as I walked passed the familiar spot near the window, the thing that caught my attention wasn’t Taylor or the other half dressed teenage boys glistening in sweat.

The absence of the motorcycle did.

- - - - -

Electronic beats amplified through the streets at the eerie hour of one in the morning. As dead as the streets were, the nightclubs were in full swing with lost souls hypnotized by the liquor or the pulsating beats. Either way, every other person left their head and heart on the dance floor or the back alley. No talking was needed in order to decipher people’s state of mind. Things were perfectly dysfunctional. As it should be.

While the hearts of those who slept, partied, and caused ruckus on the streets provided for them, those with less harmful intentions - buried deep in the hollow darkness beneath the sewers - carried on in a typical routine. Empty-minded conversations chorused lowly in the shadows of hundred year old bricks, presumably much older. Voices ricocheted off the walls, making eavesdropping much easier on any stray ear that chose to linger so deep underground. However, if such an ear existed, it must have died along the way. No human could withstand the god awful stench and lack of oxygen surfacing in the bottomless pit.

 

Four men disguised as humans sat leisurely in weathered leather chairs, scattered throughout the room. The only light cascading in the room filtered from the auburn glow from the fireplace, hissing and crackling every few moments. Adjacent from the fireplace sat a mahogany maple table with two wooden crates sitting in the middle. Each crate was marked. Not visibly, but the four men knew it. Like the early symptoms of a cold, they could sense it.

The man who chose to stay quiet in their wait stood up and strode quietly to the fireplace. The other three men lost their voices as they watched their friend contemplate into the wisps of the flames. There was no reason to worry, but they didn’t need to be told to think twice.

 

“What’s taking Priam so long?” he questioned pensively.

 

The three shrugged, casting glances at one another for an answer. “Maybe Vengeance fucked up worse than we thought.” suggested the shortest of the group.

 

“It’s possible.” the buffest of them voiced, casting it off. “He looked pretty banged up when I saw him this morning.”

 

“Dude, you should’ve seen him last night.” the one hanging a cigarette in between his middle and forefinger laughed. “If Norie hadn’t have helped with makeup, I’m sure the kids would’ve thought he got hit by a semi. He was completely fucked up.”

 

The shortest laughed at his friend’s enthusiasm. The buffest simply rolled his eyes, not taking part in the jesting gesture. He focused his attention on his taller friend, who continued to loom over the fireplace. Just as he was about to stand and involve his friend in conversation, footsteps echoed from the opposite wing of the room. Entering through the vast hallway was an elderly man, his face aging well to be placed as an eighty year old man. Following behind him, refusing to make eye contact with anyone in the room, was their friend, referred to as Vengeance. He took an empty seat beside his shorter friend, who instantly stopped laughing at the jokes his cigarette friend was cracking.

“Boys.” the elderly man spoke up, drawing everyone’s attention his way. “Gates, please be quiet, and Rev, please sit.”

The two did as instructed, Gates still cackling under his breath. His green eyed friend shot him a glare to silence him, but he just turned the other cheek and inhaled the addictive sedative resting in between his fingers.

 

As the elder man took a seat in front of the five men, he crossed his fingers through the other while locking his gaze to the bruised green eyed man. “Please, inform everyone on the matter.”

“And how you got your face so fucked up.”

“Gates!” Shadows hissed, reaching over the arm of his chair to slap his friend upside the head. This only evoked a roar of laughter as their green eyed friend sat rigid in his chair, gritting his teeth.

 

Priam shot the laughing man a sly glare which immediately choked the man of all words. The room was finally silent enough for the fire to create a distant melody lulling the conversation alive. The muffled scuffs of leather jackets being stripped and placed leisurely on the arms of chairs were quiet murmurs of the apprehension the green eyed man basked in. It was one thing to admit defeat, but giving admission to laugh at his embarrassment was another.

“Well, all in all I happen to believe New York went over well.” he started, earning snickers from everyone in the room with the exception of the elder who simple rose an incurious eyebrow. “Mick seemed to take things well.”

“Obviously.” the tallest rolled his eyes, crossing one leg over the other before clearing his throat. “Look Veng, we ain’t got all night.”

 

The only man still sporting a leather jacket inhaled one last puff from his cigarette before flicking it down to his feet. As soon as the dying bud hit the polished floor, it incinerated into a beautiful midnight blue before sizzling to a quiet hiss. “Just tell us what the fuck went wrong. If you want to keep your pride, then humor us for a bit.”

Vengeance sent his friend another obvious glare before rolling his eyes upwards to the high ceilings, sighing in defeat. “Okay, I met up with Anton - like per usual - two weeks ago, when I called.”

“Right, right.” the tallest - and most supporting of the group, so it seemed - nodded, encouraging his friend to continue. “We all got your message.”

“Yeah, and you [b]said[/b] Mick would take our offer.” Shadows accused.

Vengeance shrugged indifferently. “That’s what he says every year.”

They all nodded and shrugged, agreeing in silent actions. “Okay, so we all know what goes down the first week of the applications.” Gates cleared up, looking at every pair of eyes in the makeshift circle. “Unambiguously, if Vengeance is as fucked up as he is now,” he paused to allow everyone to hear the growl curl in their friend’s throat, a smirk befalling Gates’ lips. “then something was lost in translation during the second week. So just skip to that.”

 

“Well, we were right when we suspected that there wasn’t only dust hiding under Mick’s floorboards.” Vengeance started up, everyone’s undivided attention resting on him. “Someone, or rather, something, was undercover spying on our files. And, not only vampires and demons, but werewolves.”

Everyone shared equally confused glances. Spying was one thing, but involving werewolves in the matter, was something else. Slowly, they turned their gazes back on the bruised man who simply nodded to their dumbfoundedness. “While there, I didn’t get a chance to find out who or what it was, but by the looks of things when I left, it was taken care of in the nick of time. While we are still safe, some of the files were stolen. Mostly residents in the Mid-West.”

 

“Demons, angels, vampires…” the shortest prompted.

Vengeance shook his head, looking to his friend beside him. “Nah man, I put my money on those dumb-fuck gremlin wannabes, but they’re the farthest from the radar. Eight files were stolen, and they all led back to werewolf vicinities.”

“Werewolves.” Rev murmured, shaking his head slowly. “Why are they so important? They own more rights than any of us.”

“Well with that, it makes them more of a target.” Christ scratched his head, ruffling his hair before holding the side of his chin in the palm of his hand. “Only, why would anyone want to go after them… after so long.”

“I have no idea. But while things were under investigation in The Court, things in New York were delayed with the routine applications. Two guys from Zeth came down and interrogated every representative from every region.”

 

“Zeth?” the elder questioned, Vengeance nodding. “Why? The last time someone from Zeth came here was…”

 

“Four hundred and eighty-seven years ago, Priam.” Shadows finished, tweaking the corners of his lips up when given a look. “Being a math teacher has its payoffs with numbers in some way or another.”

 

“Geek.” Gates mumbled before slouching in his seat, lazily holding the side of his face in his hands. “Okay, so what’d the guys from Zeth want?”

 

“They wanted to know to where the Volex is.”

It had been four years since they had heard of the word. And, after four years, they still had no idea what the hell it meant. Not that they actually put any effort into finding out what it meant. Yet, now they had some insinuation of what it was. If it wasn’t as miniscule as they once thought four years ago, then their friend wouldn’t have come back home bloody and scathed.

 

“Since Mick nor Anton had any recollection of what it was, they decided to trace its last whereabouts from one hundred and sixty-eight years ago.” Vengeance continued. “And that’s why I looked like I did last night.”

“Why?” Shadows questioned, giving his friend a disbelieving look. “I doubt your intellectual capability knows where, let alone what, the Volex is.”

 

Vengeance gave his friend a sarcastic smile. “No, I don’t know what the hell it means, if I didn’t already clear that up, Shadows. Those two assholes beat the living shit out of me for conspiracy theories against The Court.”

 

“Well obviously that was a mistake.” Gates said airily. “You couldn’t handle scheming something so complex against The Court.”

Refraining from lashing out at his friend for another blow to his intelligence, he ground his teeth before sighing out through his nose. “Those two located the Volex to North America. California, to be exact.”

 

“And just because you’re the only rep for Cali, they think they can beat the shit out of you?” The Rev inquired, snorting a laugh while shaking his head. “Things were more under control half a century ago.”

 

“That’s abusing authority.” Christ spoke up, frantically looking to the Elder. “They can’t just do that off of assumptions.”

 

The elder held up his hand to calm down the man. Looking to Vengeance, the elder gave him permission to continue. “They didn’t threaten to kill me - along with you guys - because I’m the only rep for California. It was because the Volex left its impression all those years ago, on one exact location. According to them, it usually branches out across the globe. It was suspicious as to why it stayed in one spot.”

Trying to piece together the vague facts, Gates straightened his posture and looked questioningly at Vengeance. “So… its last place almost two hundred years ago was in California. If it has anything to do with the wolfies’ stolen files, then somewhere near Sacramento? That’s the only pack I can think of that’s in California, right?”

 

Shadows nodded, contemplating the matter also. “It’s also the capital, so I can see some reason there. Yet, that doesn’t make any sense. Every two years there’s a human rep from every state capital who goes to DC with stats on abnormal viruses. And if we’re assuming this Volex thing is a virus, like that attack that surfaced in ‘64, then something would have hit the radar with The Court. And, the guys running Zeth would immediately have caught on. With that, it can’t be anywhere near a wolf pack, let alone California. So how the hell does all that fit together then?”

The five men began to contemplate and rush out any theories relevant to the given facts. As Vengeance watched silently, and quite impatiently, he also wondered. Some of what they were saying made some sense. Slim to none, but some nevertheless. There weren’t any registered wolf packs in California, so why were the stolen files leaking back to California? Let alone, them being stolen in the first place. Werewolves were at a higher hierarchy over the other secondary dwellings placed on Earth. It wasn’t always like that to begin with. Things used to be balanced, with the Angels keeping affairs in proper restoration. Until, a feud broke out between the vampires and werewolves. It didn’t help the matter when the two parties forced the other states of power to choose sides. For that reason alone, the elders of that time were cast away; shunned for not keeping things in order. Most of them died as time grew thin, also depending on what race they were bred from. The only reason Priam, the five men’s elder, hadn’t been found out, is because he is already technically dead.

 

Though Vengeance highly doubted any of this dealt with the past ‘viruses’ as Shadows referred it to, he couldn’t eliminate any factors. For, he already pieced most of the puzzle together.

“Here.”

The five men speaking slowly simmered in their boisterous conversation to look at Vengeance. Not only did he look ill from his beatings, but it was clearly evident that impatience was damn near gone.

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“Here.” Vengeance clarified once again for Priam. “The Volex’s last whereabouts were here. In Southern California.”

 

“Well why the hell didn’t you--”

 

“In Huntington Beach.” Vengeance interrupted the prelude to Gates’ rant. “More specifically, Fallbrooke High School.”

 

For the second time that night, the hissing wisps of the flames housing in the fireplace whispered just loud enough to echo off the walls. Calm and mellow were the flames, quite opposite of the men sitting comfortably in their chairs. As if the scorching heat seeped through the floors, escaped to the legs of the chairs, and into their bodies, the men sat completely rigid with anger pouring through their half empty veins. Though they all wanted to erupt and create a new colorful language, their set jaws prevented that. It was too much of a shock to do much of anything else.

However, the more rational of the group - for now - licked his lips before shifting in his seat, easing the tracks in his brain to function properly. “That’s impossible.” The Rev sliced his voice through the uncomfortable silence. “You said the Volex’s last appearance was almost two hundred years ago, right? Fallbrooke has only been open for--”

 

“Seven years.” Vengeance finished, turning his attention to his skeptical friend. “Three years after, was the first we ever heard of the Volex and, coincidentally, right after the only remotely close werewolf pack left California.”

“Which is why we began teaching at that school.” Christ said, everyone’s attention molding onto him. “When the pack left San Diego, we figured they left for Montana or something, right? And now, seven years later, only werewolf files being stolen? When the question of this Volex is in order? You guys do know what year this is, right?”

“2012.” Gates answered with a small shrug. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Pointing a finger down, as if that helped explain the entire situation, Christ sat further up in his chair. “Because exactly seven hundred years ago, the only coven in North America - that made themselves aware - marked their territory here, right here in present day Huntington Beach. Their main pack must’ve resided where Fallbrooke was built. Maybe that’s why the Volex only resonated with that one spot for so long.”

 

“But that leaves about six hundred or so years missing--”

 

“Five hundred and thirty-two, actually.” Shadows corrected.

 

Staring at his friend, Gates shook his head smugly barely enough to be noticed. “Five hundred and thirty-two years missing,” he stated, Shadows nodding approvingly. “if the Volex has anything to do with the werewolves. Besides, if it does, none of this should relate back to us. There aren’t any werewolves here in Cali.”

 

“Registered.” The Rev piped in. “There aren’t any registered packs we know of. We all know there’s a possibility of that. Who wants to put up with The Court in order to live wherever they please?”

 

They all nodded with agreeing gestures to one another. Heaving a sigh, Shadows sunk into the leather cushioning his back before crossing his right ankle over his left knee. “Well if this is something that’s going to be resurfacing often, we have to make sure that the territory Fallbrooke is built on is cleansed and protected.”

“Within a five mile radius.” Gates added, nodding as he mentally mapped out just where the lines cut off for residency for the attending students.

“With a surrounding five mile radius.” Shadows continued, nodding along with his friends. “We began teaching here because the packs in San Diego were on a revolt and were, in fact, mentioning something along the lines of a line fault here. If vampires are marking the territory lines, then no bullshit with The Court will be involved.”

 

“But the odd thing is, they suddenly left. Out the blue, with no apparent reason as to why. Right before the Volex shit was brought up.” Gates said with an aloof hand gesture. “And I highly doubt they’re intimidated by five vampires.”

The air grew thick, laced with tension and pensive thoughts wiring to another. As much as it all made sense, none of it seemed to fit together properly. The environment was almost too heavy to withstand. Feeling the need to break down the walls slowly being put up, Christ cleared his throat lightly.

 

“Well, we are pretty high up on the pyramid as far as vampire prestigious-ness goes.”

Laughter broke out sooner than they thought, easing the tension in their faltering flesh. Upon realizing just how tense the five men were, Priam stood up to walk over to the table behind their seating area to pry open the crates. Behind him the five men began cracking racial jokes on the demons and werewolves, their laughter escalating by the second. No matter how old they appeared to be, human or vampire, they were still as immature as any newborn babe.

 

“I’ll be sure to keep you five updated on this matter.” Priam cut through the punch line of a horrid crack Gates was about to make. “As for now, here’s a shipment enough for two weeks instead of one.”

“Why?” The Rev was the first to take a standing to his feet. “We’re supposed to come here once a week. Why hold off on two?”

 

As the rest of the men gathered around the table to look through their serums and proper medication, Priam stood aside to allow them to fondle with the familiar vials. “Don’t worry, you’ll be coming back next Friday night. I just figured, with the current state of things,” he faintly gestured to Vengeance’s beat up fixture, causing the vampire to scoff. “you might be needing an extra shipment to last for the week.”

“Thanks Priam.” Gates patted the old man’s shoulder with a smile. “I’ll make sure the weakling takes his cough syrup.”

“Fuck you.” Vengeance growled, placing his marked serums into the bag he brought for the special occasion. “I took one for the team, asshole.”

Chuckling, Gates mimicked his actions. “Looks like you took a few more than just one.”

“Goddamn it!”

 

Laughing, Shadows blocked Vengeance from tackling the hysterical vampire holding onto the edge of the table for dear life. “Cool it Veng. You know you looked fucked up.”

 

He shrugged him off and returned to placing his vials into his bag, quietly seething and gritting his teeth together. As the rest of them gathered what they originally come to Priam for, they followed him towards the vast hallway where he was able to cast them to the quick escape port that led them to a hidden shore. The crisp scent of saltwater whisked in with the slight breeze humming through the night air. As soon as they weren’t hidden by the phantoms the cove provided, each of their cars were spotted in sight.

“Are we still on for those skydiving lessons at noon?”

 

The Rev nodded as he was the first to unlock the doors to his car that definitely couldn’t be afforded on a teacher’s cut. “Yeah, we gotta be there half an hour early though.”

 

“Yeah, so Veng,” Gates casually threw an arm over Vengeance’s shoulder before he could crawl into his car. “no masturbating tonight. You need to sleep off your fucked up face and you’ll be extremely exhausted if you don’t get enough rest.”

“But I don’t see how he stays up all night jacking off.” Christ said with a sigh.

 

“Yeah, you’re right. He ejaculates far too early.” Shadows was quick to agree, ignoring Vengeance’s scowl.

“It’s not a wonder how he can’t keep a woman for so long.”

Sighing, Gates continued to hold his grip around his friend’s shoulder as The Rev drove off, his laughter booming from inside his car. “He can’t please a woman. It’s kind of pathetic, you know.”

 

“Maybe he should just turn gay.”

 

“If he can’t get any luck with an empress, how the hell will he survive with human women?” Shadows asked rhetorically, though the snickers falling through his lips were hard to ignore.

 

Vengeance flipped his friends off when they burst out in laughter. They simply ignored it and bid their farewells until later in the day. Vengeance revved his engine to life, almost peeling away from the beach before Gates could slide into the passenger’s seat. Holding a hand to his chest, Gates pouted at his friend who refused making eye contact.

“You would’ve left without me? I’m hurt, Zacky.”

“Oh, so now you wanna talk about feelings, huh?” he growled which made Gates chuckle. “Fuck you, AND the other guys. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

Gates held his hands up in mock defeat, letting his laughter linger before it finally died out. “But in all seriousness, how come you didn’t fight back? I mean seriously, it looks like they poured demon piss all over you.”

 

Shrugging, Vengeance relaxed into his seat to control the wheel of the car with one hand. Mussing the other through his hair he flashed back to the day he was assaulted. “I don’t know, really. When they threatened to make things public and tear down the territory the Volex was last seen, I-- I just don’t know. I couldn’t let them mold two worlds together for something as vague and ludicrous as the Volex. If they would have destroyed Fallbrooke and every living person that’s involved with that school… I just don’t know, I didn’t want that so I did threaten The Court. That’s what led to them kicking the shit out of me. I just don’t know man, I just don’t know.”

Even when silence hung over the two, Gates continued to stare at a flustered Vengeance. Though their serums hid them well from The Court and any other hindrance towards them, it was painfully showing just what extents they went through to keep their secrets under wraps. It wasn’t the serums making them more human like it was supposed to. Something they couldn’t control was. And if times were as balanced as they once were, that would have been strictly prohibited to any vampire. Becoming a human, or developing their traits, is a sin. But, desperate times call for desperate measures…

 

Right?

Comments

*tilts head to side* wat? What ever still love this story. Your writing is amazing!!!

BabyBat124 BabyBat124
1/2/14
Dude... you gotta fix this chapters! I'm dying here!!!
Nia_Flores Nia_Flores
3/8/13
WHOA Um, okay, I don't know what's happening to the chapters 6 & 7 and why they're being cut off, but I'll try to fix it!
Zarina Rhei Zarina Rhei
10/27/12
Patron? Lol. Can't wait for more :)
AvengedXLover AvengedXLover
10/27/12
Very good updates. I loved them.
synyster gates; synyster gates;
10/24/12