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“So...” Joe said, his voice breaking the heavy silence in the room. “What are we going to do about this Deacon kid?” He asked, looking between Patrick and Pete, who hadn’t spoken one word to each other since Patrick had fed Deacon.

“Beckett wanted Deacon dead,” Patrick said as he looked at Joe. “He has no home, he won’t betray Beckett by giving us information, and we have no idea if he would betray us or not.”

“Which I don’t know why that would matter since we’re killing him,” Pete snapped, looking at Patrick, and then at Joe. “We’re going to knock him out and then move him to the sun room, so he’ll fry in the morning.”

Andy looked at Pete with pure horror written on his face. “Pete, how can you so easily kill someone!? I mean, yeah we hunt, but it’s only when they attack us that we kill them, and it’s out of self defense.”

“HE. WAS. WITH. BECKETT!” Pete’s voice boomed in the small room. “He was one of Beckett’s Boys and we’re not trusting him. End of story. End of conversation. I’ll kill him on my own if I have to, and don’t think I fucking won’t. I want nothing to do with Beckett in this fucking place, no matter how little of a threat it may seem!”

“Is now a bad time to ask what that means?” Joe asked, looking at Pete. “One of Beckett’s Boys?”

Pete’s eyes narrowed. “It means he was one of Beckett’s personal boy toys. He was so pretty Beckett wanted him all to his own. No one touches the Boys, but Beckett, unless they want to die.” When Joe shook his head and sighed, he lifted a brow. “What are you thinking?”

Joe’s eyes took on the look of a deer caught in the headlights as he quickly shook his head and looked down. He bit his lip as his leg began bouncing, due to the fact that he could feel Pete’s eyes burning holes in his very soul. “I was thinking that if he wouldn’t betray us maybe he could stay with us until he could get a place of his own,” Joe blurted out when he could no longer stand Pete staring so hard at him.

“What part of he’s dying-” Pete’s oncoming outburst was cut off when a loud, pained scream erupted from down the hall. All eyes turned to the hallway that lead down to where the room Deacon was in before Pete headed down the hall, followed closely by the others.

Patrick opened the door and all four guys looked through the bars to see Deacon curled up in a tight fetal position, trembling violently. Next to Patrick, Pete looked at Deacon, flinching when he screamed again, the pained cry echoing in the cell and causing everyone’s hairs to stand on end. Deacon, what are you doing? Pete asked, forcing himself not to feel sorry for such a pathetic sight.

Deacon let out a soft sob and curled tighter into his fetal position. It hurts! Everything hurts, he answered, unable to make his own mouth work from the pain that was flooding his whole body.

Pete frowned when he felt Deacon’s mind open further to him and he felt the mental tug for him to read so Deacon wouldn’t have to speak with his mind, his body too weak to do it for very long. He went into Deacon’s mind, searching for anything he could find as to what was going on. He frowned when he saw what why Deacon was in pain, and turned his attention to Patrick. “We should just put him out of his misery now,” he said as he looked back to Deacon. “Why make him suffer through the night when he’ll just be dead tomorrow?”

“What’s wrong with him?” Patrick asked, looking at Deacon, who cried softly, whimpering or inhaling sharply through clenched teeth when pains shot through his small body.

“Beckett’s the one that turned him,” Pete answered, sighing softly, “his first feed was from someone that Beckett had actually chased down instead of just effortlessly making them come to him. Deacon’s feeds have always been on blood with adrenaline mixing into the blood of his victims, making his body addicted to the adrenaline. If he doesn’t feed on a scared person or something that has their adrenaline pumping in general, his body tries to reject the blood, but he’s keeping it down.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m still confused,” Andy said, speaking up from behind Joe.

Pete rolled his eyes in annoyance and looked at Andy. “If adrenaline were Crack, he’s going through withdrawals,” he explained, looking back to Deacon. “The only difference is that he can’t be weaned from it. It’s as necessary to him as breathing is for you. As I said, our best bet is just kill him now. The blood we fed him, and the blood we can feed him, doesn’t have what he needs to live.”

Joe frowned. “Look, obviously you don’t want him to suffer so there must be some part of you that doesn’t want him dead Pete. Isn’t there anything we can do for him?”

“There is, but we’re still killing him. Andy, go get me something I can kill him with...” When Pete didn’t hear any movements, he looked at Andy who shook his head, and then he looked to Patrick and Joe, who both shook their heads. “Fine, I’ll go get it myself,” he growled.

Joe bit his lip as he watched Pete stomp off, heading to the weapons room, before he looked back to the cage. “Hey, Patrick...? Doesn’t fear make adrenaline run?” He looked at Patrick, who looked at him and nodded.

“Why do you ask?” Patrick asked as him and Joe stared at each other.

“Well... Couldn’t two of us hold him back while the other lets him feed?” He suggested. “I think we’re all pretty scared right now, so I’m sure we have what we need to feed him...”

“Joe... We’re two humans against a vampire... What makes you think we’ll be able to pull him off when he gets started?” Andy winced when Deacon screamed and clutched at his stomach. “He could kill one of us, Joe.”

“All the more reason for me to be afraid,” Joe said as he grabbed the keys are started unlocking the door. “It’s either one of us go in there or Pete’s going to kill him to shut up his screaming,” Joe said as he swung the door open and went in, Andy and Patrick missing when they grabbed at him to stop him.

At the sound of the door swinging open Deacon’s eyes shot open and settled on the body moving towards him. His fangs came down when his nose registered the smell of adrenaline mixed with blood, the mixture his body was craving.

Before Joe had the chance to react he found himself pinned to the floor, Deacon’s body covering his own as a pain erupted in his neck, making him cry out. He heard his own cry, and his mind began swimming as a weird feeling coiled in his stomach and moved down, spreading in his crotch. He could vaguely hear Patrick and Andy screaming for Pete, but his mind could only wrap around the fact that he was getting hard beneath Deacon.

Deacon groaned softly as he fed, the pain in his body beginning to go away. He shifted above Joe to help hide what he knew he was causing by going into Joe’s mind and brushing against the part of his mind that registered pleasure rather than pain. He brushed against the spot once more, making Joe gasp as his hands fisted the shirt Deacon was wearing. Deacon was aware of the hands pulling on him, but what made him release his mental and physical hold on Joe was the sound of a gun being cocked and the scent of rage spilling off of Pete.

Joe whimpered when the pain filled his neck and his erection left as soon as it had appeared. He was surprised to find out he didn’t feel weak like he would have thought, as a matter of fact, the only thing he felt was the pain from getting hard and not being able to get off. He looked up at the ice blue eyes that were looking down at him, relaxing when he saw an apologetic look visible in the blue orbs.

“Get off of him, now,” Pete growled out, breaking through the thick silence.

When Deacon stood up off of him, Joe took the help offered by Patrick and Andy when he went to stand up. He and Deacon stared at each other for a moment before Deacon looked to Pete with an empty expression. Joe let Andy and Patrick walk him out of the room, but they stayed in the doorway as Pete slammed the bar door shut, glaring at Deacon before he shut the actual door.