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Brendon goes on his search for the truth, going to his connection to see what she might know. Unfortunately he has to relive something to inform her of the situation.
1Ambiance
Brendon frowned as he made his way through the dark alleyways, hating the fact that he had practically been called a failure, especially when he knew for a fact he had, quite unhappily, killed Deacon. He had been the one to take him out to the park, for what Beckett had told Deacon was a feeding hunt, but that meant he had been the one to see the look of confusion and hurt when Brendon took hold of his mind and made him unable to move long enough to cut his throat from ear to ear. The look still haunted Brendon’s mind, and even now as he thought about it he felt his chest tighten in regret. Although he had never done anything with Deacon, he had been slightly close to him since he saw to his care when Deacon was in his holding room.
He brushed a stray lock of hair from his face as he made another sharp turn down another alley, coming to a stop at a red door. He glanced around before he adjusted his bowler hat and knocked, waiting with a slight impatience for the door to be answered. When a knock sounded at the other side of the door, he glared at the door and knocked again, not being in the mood for this game of hers. “Caity, come on!” He exclaimed, a pout evident.
A loud, musical laugh was heard from the other side as the sound of locks coming undone echoed in the alley. When the door opened, Caity, his connection to both vampires and humans, peaked around the door and giggled at him. “Hello, Brendon,” she said, smiling as she opened the door further when she saw he was alone. “Looking quite smashing today I see.”
Brendon looked down at his suit, neatly pressed, his shined shoes and neatly done tie, and then turned a questioning look up to Caity, who beamed at him. “And what is wrong with my outfit?” He half demanded, half questioned. “I think it looks nice.”
“If you live in the sixties,” she snickered and gently grabbed his wrist, pulling him inside with ease; since he let her. “So, to what do I owe this distinguished pleasure, Mr. Urie?” She questioned, obviously making fun of him now, but also obviously in jest by the smile on her face.
“Caity, I need you to do some searching for me,” he said as he followed her down the hallway that lead to her private office for their meetings. He sat down across from her when they sat at the small table in the room, his deep frown chasing away her smile.
“Brendon, what’s wrong?” Caity asked, her eyes showing her worry as she leaned her elbows on the table, something that would have driven him insane if he didn’t have a lot on his mind. When he didn’t even bat an eyelash at it, she knew something serious was going on.
“A little over two weeks ago one of Beckett’s Boys, Deacon, was ordered to sleep with Ryan, another one of the Boys, since Ryan obviously envies the attention Deacon always got from Beckett,” Brendon explained, trying to make his words as easy to understand as possible. “Do you have me so far?” When Caity nodded, obviously listening intently, Brendon continued. “He refused Beckett, actually told his beloved Master no to an order. So he was to starve in solitude for two weeks...”
“But two weeks is a long time for a vampire to not feed,” Caity said when he gave her the chance to speak up, apparently knowing she would want to at that point. “How could he expect Deacon to handle that?”
“That’s the thing, Caity, he couldn’t... When the two weeks was up, Beckett sent me to bring him in, and at first things were fine. He followed me, trembling as he walked, to Beckett’s room, where I was going to leave him. But as soon as Beckett approached him and went to touch Deacon’s face, Deacon sank his fangs into Beckett’s hand and twisted his head to make a jagged break in the flesh.”
“He actually bit his own Master?” Caity asked with wide eyes, somewhat resembling a child listening to a scary bed time story.
“He bit Beckett,” Brendon said, his expression grim as he lowered his head, the brim of his bowler hat covering his eyes, “and Beckett was not pleased about this at all. He ordered me to return Deacon to his holding room and then to return. When I came back to the room he was working on healing his hand, and to be honest, I slightly envied Deacon for taking out a chunk...”
“I didn’t heard that,” she murmured even though she wore a small grin, a bigger one obviously hiding behind it.
Brendon gave a small nod and shifted in his seat, his hand coming to rest under his chin as he recalled the rest of the incident. “Beckett gave me the direct order to take Deacon out under the pretense of feeding... And kill him.” When Caity gasped, Brendon looked at her with guilty eyes. “I... I had to. It was an order from Beckett, and I had to follow it...”
“Did you...actually...kill him, Brendon?” She whispered, her voice almost inaudible, even to his vampire ears.
“This is what I need you to find out for me, Caity,” he answered. “I did mortally wound him, and I left him out right before sunrise... But the question is, did he die, or did he find some dark spot to hide until his body could heal itself, even when the sun was out? I need to know, because Beckett claimed to Ryan today that he could still feel Deacon. And he told Ryan to find out, but Ryan convinced me to, since I was the last one to see him alive, or dead.”
Caity nodded as she leaned back in her chair, her hands folding and resting in her lap as her eyes landed on him, even though she was pretty much looking through him. Her mind was racing as she thought of everyone she could get in contact with who might be able to find out such a thing. One thought popped into her mind and she focused on Brendon. “Bren, why doesn’t Beckett just try to find his way into Deacon’s mind, if the vampire still is alive?” she questioned.
Brendon chuckled. “I guess it’s not his number one priority,” he said with a slight shrug. “He’s still hung up on trying to get Peter to be one of his Boys.”
Caity gave a sly grin at the mention of Pete Wentz, the sexy little stud Beckett turned, but could never get to come to what Beckett obviously wanted to be Pete’s new home. He was the one that got away and even Caity knew Beckett wouldn’t stop until he had Pete moaning and writhing beneath him. “He would be my number one priority if I was Beckett too,” she said and then giggled lightly.
“Caity... I need you to keep an ear out for me incase you hear anything, okay?” Brendon asked. “I guarantee you, it’ll be worth it if you can find anything. I just need to know, okay?”
“And if he’s alive, Brendon?” She questioned, her happy mood suddenly vanishing into a darker mood. “What happens then? What will happen when you return to Beckett with the news that this Deacon kid is alive?”
Brendon frowned, obviously not liking the answer in his mind. “Deacon and I will both be killed,” he answered quietly. “Possibly by Beckett himself.”
[Author's Note: I got a little caught up to where I'm at in my writing of this story so I'm going to post this chap for today and work on some more chapters, get a little sleep in since I've barely been getting any lol. And there you have it folks, Brendon was the one to try to murder our Deacon, and now you know why. More in depth explaination will be coming soon =) I just want to make sure you guys have a semi-continuous chapter feed.]
He brushed a stray lock of hair from his face as he made another sharp turn down another alley, coming to a stop at a red door. He glanced around before he adjusted his bowler hat and knocked, waiting with a slight impatience for the door to be answered. When a knock sounded at the other side of the door, he glared at the door and knocked again, not being in the mood for this game of hers. “Caity, come on!” He exclaimed, a pout evident.
A loud, musical laugh was heard from the other side as the sound of locks coming undone echoed in the alley. When the door opened, Caity, his connection to both vampires and humans, peaked around the door and giggled at him. “Hello, Brendon,” she said, smiling as she opened the door further when she saw he was alone. “Looking quite smashing today I see.”
Brendon looked down at his suit, neatly pressed, his shined shoes and neatly done tie, and then turned a questioning look up to Caity, who beamed at him. “And what is wrong with my outfit?” He half demanded, half questioned. “I think it looks nice.”
“If you live in the sixties,” she snickered and gently grabbed his wrist, pulling him inside with ease; since he let her. “So, to what do I owe this distinguished pleasure, Mr. Urie?” She questioned, obviously making fun of him now, but also obviously in jest by the smile on her face.
“Caity, I need you to do some searching for me,” he said as he followed her down the hallway that lead to her private office for their meetings. He sat down across from her when they sat at the small table in the room, his deep frown chasing away her smile.
“Brendon, what’s wrong?” Caity asked, her eyes showing her worry as she leaned her elbows on the table, something that would have driven him insane if he didn’t have a lot on his mind. When he didn’t even bat an eyelash at it, she knew something serious was going on.
“A little over two weeks ago one of Beckett’s Boys, Deacon, was ordered to sleep with Ryan, another one of the Boys, since Ryan obviously envies the attention Deacon always got from Beckett,” Brendon explained, trying to make his words as easy to understand as possible. “Do you have me so far?” When Caity nodded, obviously listening intently, Brendon continued. “He refused Beckett, actually told his beloved Master no to an order. So he was to starve in solitude for two weeks...”
“But two weeks is a long time for a vampire to not feed,” Caity said when he gave her the chance to speak up, apparently knowing she would want to at that point. “How could he expect Deacon to handle that?”
“That’s the thing, Caity, he couldn’t... When the two weeks was up, Beckett sent me to bring him in, and at first things were fine. He followed me, trembling as he walked, to Beckett’s room, where I was going to leave him. But as soon as Beckett approached him and went to touch Deacon’s face, Deacon sank his fangs into Beckett’s hand and twisted his head to make a jagged break in the flesh.”
“He actually bit his own Master?” Caity asked with wide eyes, somewhat resembling a child listening to a scary bed time story.
“He bit Beckett,” Brendon said, his expression grim as he lowered his head, the brim of his bowler hat covering his eyes, “and Beckett was not pleased about this at all. He ordered me to return Deacon to his holding room and then to return. When I came back to the room he was working on healing his hand, and to be honest, I slightly envied Deacon for taking out a chunk...”
“I didn’t heard that,” she murmured even though she wore a small grin, a bigger one obviously hiding behind it.
Brendon gave a small nod and shifted in his seat, his hand coming to rest under his chin as he recalled the rest of the incident. “Beckett gave me the direct order to take Deacon out under the pretense of feeding... And kill him.” When Caity gasped, Brendon looked at her with guilty eyes. “I... I had to. It was an order from Beckett, and I had to follow it...”
“Did you...actually...kill him, Brendon?” She whispered, her voice almost inaudible, even to his vampire ears.
“This is what I need you to find out for me, Caity,” he answered. “I did mortally wound him, and I left him out right before sunrise... But the question is, did he die, or did he find some dark spot to hide until his body could heal itself, even when the sun was out? I need to know, because Beckett claimed to Ryan today that he could still feel Deacon. And he told Ryan to find out, but Ryan convinced me to, since I was the last one to see him alive, or dead.”
Caity nodded as she leaned back in her chair, her hands folding and resting in her lap as her eyes landed on him, even though she was pretty much looking through him. Her mind was racing as she thought of everyone she could get in contact with who might be able to find out such a thing. One thought popped into her mind and she focused on Brendon. “Bren, why doesn’t Beckett just try to find his way into Deacon’s mind, if the vampire still is alive?” she questioned.
Brendon chuckled. “I guess it’s not his number one priority,” he said with a slight shrug. “He’s still hung up on trying to get Peter to be one of his Boys.”
Caity gave a sly grin at the mention of Pete Wentz, the sexy little stud Beckett turned, but could never get to come to what Beckett obviously wanted to be Pete’s new home. He was the one that got away and even Caity knew Beckett wouldn’t stop until he had Pete moaning and writhing beneath him. “He would be my number one priority if I was Beckett too,” she said and then giggled lightly.
“Caity... I need you to keep an ear out for me incase you hear anything, okay?” Brendon asked. “I guarantee you, it’ll be worth it if you can find anything. I just need to know, okay?”
“And if he’s alive, Brendon?” She questioned, her happy mood suddenly vanishing into a darker mood. “What happens then? What will happen when you return to Beckett with the news that this Deacon kid is alive?”
Brendon frowned, obviously not liking the answer in his mind. “Deacon and I will both be killed,” he answered quietly. “Possibly by Beckett himself.”
[Author's Note: I got a little caught up to where I'm at in my writing of this story so I'm going to post this chap for today and work on some more chapters, get a little sleep in since I've barely been getting any lol. And there you have it folks, Brendon was the one to try to murder our Deacon, and now you know why. More in depth explaination will be coming soon =) I just want to make sure you guys have a semi-continuous chapter feed.]
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