Toronto

7 PM

Pierre sat on the edge of a bed his face in his hands, breathing heavily. Dark streaks of sweat and blood stained his arms, face and chest. He looked as if he had been in a battle, in a serious fight. Which, in a way, was somewhat true; he had been fighting, but it had been a little one-sided.

His opponent had been someone much weaker than him, someone who was easily overpowered and broken. Someone, a woman, who was still in the room with him.

Pierre sat beneath the dim glow of the single bulb that swung from the ceiling. He and his victim were in a condemned apartment building, which still had some furniture inside, rundown as it was. He had dragged her there after snatching her from the bus station, deciding it would not be wise to go back to the tour bus, or even to a hotel. He couldn’t afford to leave a trail of where he had been.

There was a low whimper from the body that lay in shadows on the mattress. He turned his head slightly to glower at the woman. The woman, his ex-fiancée. Long blonde hair lay around the woman’s face like a golden ring.

Looks like a fucking angel... Pierre thought bitterly.

He turned even more and looked down into his ex’s fear filled expression. Tracing the tip of his tongue along one fang, he smirked faintly.

Lachelle stared back at him, trembling. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing erratic. There was an already healing wound at her throat where Pierre had fed from her vein. She was naked her long lean body exposed to Pierre’s dark gaze.

The corner of his lip pulled up revealing bloodstained fangs. She whimpered and shifted to her side, pulling her knees up to her chest. Pierre growled low the sound rumbling deep in his chest. Then he stood and reached down to unbuckle the belt at his waist and remove his jeans. He had only removed his shirt before because he’d had no real desire to get it covered in blood.

It had taken some effort though because he had had to hold Lachelle down. She had been thrashing about so much, while he was trying to remove his shirt and bite at her neck and tear at her clothes all at the same time. Obviously he had managed, because now she lay with no protection from him, whatsoever.

He chuckled silently before turning and crawling onto the bed. Lachelle whimpered again and curled tighter into herself, attempting to protect her body from him. Pierre rolled his eyes and grabbed hold of her left hip, the one that was pointing up at him.

She quivered and grabbed at the sheets and pillow and pleading softly half under her breath. “No...Please...Pierre...don’t...no...”

Pierre growled and wrenched her onto her back, moving to force her legs out straight. A sob escaped from her lips and tears trickled from the corners of her eyes.

“No!” Lachelle cried out as Pierre pried her thighs apart and settled his big body between them. He could feel her shaking beneath him. He ignored her pleas as he bit her on the side, sinking just the tips of his fangs into her skin, snarling softly.

At the same time he jabbed between her legs with his cock, it was stiff and ready for action. Grunting as he tasted blood on his tongue, biting his way up her side, he finally found her entrance and forced his way into her dry hole.

She whined and grabbed at his shoulders trying to push him away. He gave a low, dangerous snarl in the back of his throat, seizing her slender wrists in one hand and pinning them to the bed.

She shuddered as he shoved his cock into her tender flesh. He pounded his way into her body, hissing between his teeth. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Lachelle groaned, eyes rolling slightly from the pain, sobbing constantly as he thrust roughly into her. When he was sheathed all the way inside her, moaning at the tightness of her pussy wrapped around his cock, he bared his fangs biting into the side of her neck again. Her whole body seemed to convulse beneath his at the penetration but he held her body down easily, his cock grinding brutally at the inside walls of her pussy.

She whimpered at each thrust but allowed her body to fall limp beneath his knowing that there was no point in fighting him. Pierre was far too strong, and far too determined to take from her.

He snarled and bit deeper sucking at the wound in her neck, the taste of her blood spurring him on. He ploughed viciously into her body, harder and faster. The bed creaked and the backboard thumped against the wall. He hissed against her neck as he drove his hips against hers firmly mindful that there would be bruising once he had finished.

Lachelle’s body shook at the violent motion of his thrusting above hers, every line of his hard body moulded savagely against hers, shoving her into the bed as he took his pleasure from her delicate frame. He groaned in the back of his throat as he felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine; his balls tightened almost painfully as he slammed furiously into her body.

Clenching his teeth then arching his head back slightly as he shoved his cock entirely inside her pussy pressing against her cervix, balls crushed against her body. The whine of pain that he forced out of her sent shockwaves through his body and hit him hard.

He let out a roar as his orgasm rushed through his body and he released in a jerking rush deep inside her. Growling, he pumped in and out of her pliant body until he felt his dick soften. He remained inside her after he’d released and lay heavily upon her trembling form.

Resting his head between her breasts he breathed out roughly then he turned his head and nuzzled against her neck where he had bitten her. Lachelle cried softly. He lifted his head slightly and stared down into her face. Her eyes flickered weakly towards him then away as if she didn’t want to even see him. Pierre could understand that, but it didn’t really faze him.

Sliding his hands to press against the mattress, he pushed up off her body and stretched his back slowly. As he did this, his eyes drifted absently toward the window. He stiffened almost instantly.

Someone was staring through the window directly into his eyes. He hissed, fangs flashing. The face hovered there for a moment, familiar hazel eyes flashing with rage and disappointment before disappearing.

Pierre shook his head and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Fucking Patrick...fucking spying on me...

He rubbed at his face and withdrew from Lachelle’s battered body and lay next to her, on his side, gazing languidly upon the wound on her neck. Running the tip of his tongue over his fangs the taste of her blood lingered in his mouth. He chuckled low then pushed up off the bed and headed for the en suite.

He had to get cleaned up, then somehow wipe his ex’s mind of what had just happened and get her out of Toronto without anyone else finding out. Aside from Pat’s peeping Tom act. He’d deal with that, later.

9 PM

Luna, Sherry and Johnny materialised outside the Simple Plan bus appearing moments after Shadows did. The master vampire glanced behind him and blinked when he recognised the two females and the Were.

He hissed softly baring his fangs. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

His sister stepped forward mahogany locks seeming to glow beneath the dim lights of the bus. “Moral support, Matt.”

Shadows groaned and glanced back toward the bus. “A lot of good that’s going to do.” His tone was bitter.

Luna moved to stand by his side. “A lot more good than you going off by your lonesome to wallow in guilt.”

Shadows snarled, “Who says I feel guilty?”

“No one has to, Shads.” Johnny walked up on his other side and stared up at him, expression unwontedly gentle. The big male had to look away unable to handle the look in the Were’s eyes.

Sherry joined them and added her own two cents worth. “No one should be alone in a time like this.”

Shadows turned his head to look at the smaller woman, biting at his bottom lip. “Serena, you...you shouldn’t be here.”

“Why not, sire?” A ghost of a smile played on her lips. “Pierre is as much my son as he is yours.”

“Speaking of which we need to talk with his friends...tell him that the shit’s hit the fan.” Johnny nodded toward the door of the bus.

The three vampires followed his indication with their eyes. Just as they did, Patrick appeared; pale and bedraggled he looked as if he had been dragged through a wringer, his hair plastered to his forehead, sweat trickling down his face and a god-awful smell blooming all over his skin.

“Pat?” Johnny shivered, nostrils flaring at the scent that covered the elder Werewolf.

Shadows sensed alarm bells ringing in his ears at the same time picking up the distinct scent of male Were emanating from Simple Plan’s Merch and web guy.

He stared hard at Pat only one thought coming to surface in his mind. “You’re a Lycan.”

Pat blinked dumbly at the master vampire for a long moment; then he laughed roughly, wiping a hand over his face. “Took your time figuring that one out, Shadows.”

Johnny sniffed at that; Luna and Sherry both shook their heads slowly.

Shadows frowned and looked at them all. “You knew this?”

Johnny sighed. “Shads...”

The master vampire looked at the smaller Were. “Yeah?”

“You know my contact in Montreal...”

Shadows’ eyes widened and he whipped his head around to Patrick. “You? You were...all this time...”

Pat chuckled low. “All this time, Matt.”

He added, quietly, “Y’know, Jimmy knew. But, he kept it from you.”

Shadows scowled. “Why?”

The elder Were smiled sadly. “That’s not important, Matt. We have a bigger problem to worry about.”

Shadows growled low but acquiesced looking back toward the bus. “Where did you just come from?”

“I found Pierre.”

The master vampire’s body tensed. “Where?”

Pat leaned back against the side of the bus staring hard at Shadows, lip curling. “Congratulations, Sanders. You’ve got what you wanted.”

The large male groaned. “Pat, that doesn’t fuckin’ answer my question.”

Pat sneered, “You wanna know where I found Pierre? In a fucking hole at the other end of town. A condemned building site.” Shadows opened his mouth to respond, but the Were held up his hand and went on cruelly. “Lachelle was with him...and he fucking...” Pat paused shaking his head angrily. “He...fuck...he was...”

The Were squeezed his eyes shut unable to go on; however, images of what he had seen flashed furiously across his mind, which he allowed to open to the others.

Shadows froze as the images suddenly flowered in his mind. He recoiled from them, repelling them from his consciousness. Sherry sank to her haunches and buried her face in her hands a choked sob escaping her. Luna blinked rapidly a cloud of disbelief obscuring her expression. And, Johnny just looked stunned, unable to think of a response.

After several long minutes of pained silence, each one trying to process what Pat had shown them, the elder Were opened his eyes abruptly cutting off the flow of memory. Shadows stared at him mouth drawn in a grim line. Pat met his stern gaze and raised his eyebrows.

The master vampire cleared his throat before speaking gruffly. “How the hell did you do that?”

Pat smirked wryly. “I’ve been around. Learned a few tricks. But...y’know.”

Shadows lifted a hand to adjust his ball cap. Johnny moved to crouch next to Sherry, resting a hand on her back and rubbing in slow circles. She leaned into him. Luna began to pace chewing lightly on her bottom lip.

“So,” Pat rumbled, “now that’s out in the open, what do we do about it?”

Shadows cleared his throat, his features setting like stone, hard and determined. “We need to talk to your band. They have the right to know what’s going on. And then, someone needs to go after Pierre.” He looked at Pat. “Where is he?”

“Still at the building site.”

Shadows cocked an eyebrow. “With his ex?”

The elder Were shook his head. “No. Lachelle has been removed. The...brethren are taking care of her.” He paused then added with a tiny smirk, “The Rev and Zacky showed up after I did...they’re keeping an eye on Pierre.”

The master vampire’s gaze narrowed but then he just nodded and glanced at the others. They all stared back at him waiting for him to say something. He sensed that somehow they trusted him to control the situation.

Of course, he could understand that feeling from Johnny; the younger Were, even though he was afraid of his vampire master, still trusted him to do what was best. He could also understand how his sister could believe in him, because she always had. Sherry though was a bit of a surprise. After everything he had done to her, and everything he’d been towards her, for her to even contemplate trusting him, it seemed like a miracle.

Lifting a hand, he pinched at the bridge of his nose, shifting his aviators a little. “Right. Well, who’s going to go in and tackle the band?”

Pat shook his head. “That’s my call, Shads. My responsibility.”

Shadows growled, “But, if they hear it from me.”

“No.” Pat continued to shake his head, eyes dark. “You need to think about the shit you’ve stirred up.”

Luna spoke up then, voice low directing her comments to her elder brother. “Matt, you, me and Serena...we need to talk. More to the point...you and Serena need to talk.”

Shadows turned to her, expression strained, eyes glinting behind his shades. “What the hell for?”

His sister met his burning gaze knowing that the only reason he was being so defensive was because he did not want to show any sign of weakness. She knew him well enough to realise that was the case.

“Matthew, you owe it to her.”

Shadows closed his eyes a shiver causing the hairs all over his body to bristle slightly. Then he re-opened them and gave his sister a slight shake of his head in acknowledgement.

Johnny cleared his throat to get their attention after a moments silence passed. They all cast questioning looks his way.

“Pat?”

“Yeah?”

“You said Zacky and The Rev were watching Pierre?”

“Yeah.”

“So, should one of us go back and get him? Or...”

Pat sucked at his bottom lip.

Shadows snorted, allowing his lip to lift away from his fangs. “Thanks for volunteering, pup.”

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Welcome, Shads.”

Pat glowered at the vampire then looked at the younger Werewolf. “Were you offering?”

Johnny sighed, a tired expression coming over his face. “Yeah, I was. Considering, that you and I were the first to notify him of what he was.”

“Fair enough. Anyone object?”

Pat looked at the others carefully. They all shook their heads in answer.

“Right then.” He cleared his throat with a grunt. “See y’all in a few.”

Pat turned and crunched across the gravel back to the bus. Luna caught hold of her brother’s arm in one hand and grasped Serena’s in the other vanishing them from the area. Johnny took a deep, slow breath, steeling his resolve before heading off to the other side of town, to find Pierre.

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