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Curiosity showed on Gabe’s features as he knocked once more on the warehouse door, wondering why his knocking had so far gone unanswered. Normally by now at least one of the humans, or Pete himself, would have answered so he was beginning to worry about the group that resided within. He looked around, focusing on trying to pick up on any foreign scents or objects, maybe even a strange noise, but he came up with nothing. Using his mind to unlock and open the sliding door, he walked inside, shutting it behind him as he made his way deeper inside, looking for signs of anyone.

He frowned when he finally picked up a familiar smell, Patrick’s blood, drying in one of the many rooms within the warehouse. As he grew closer to the smell, he picked up the scent of Joe’s blood, fresher, possibly still warm. He picked up his pace, focusing on the smells, is worry peaking when the smell of Andy’s blood and Pete’s blood joined in on the scents. He came upon the room and swung open the door, only to have a strong force knock him back, dazing him before a sharp tug at his ankles drew him to the floor and into the room, his head hitting the floor in the process, as he was hung upside down from the ceiling.

He shook his head, getting rid of the dazed feeling, before looking around to see four blood splatters on the floor, and in the corner was the starting point of a thick wire which he followed with his eyes to see it end at his ankles, wrapped around them securely. He sighed in frustration when he saw the metal bar that had collided with his chest upon opening the door. Curling his body, Gabe reached for the wire so that he could break it, and instead of breaking it, was burned by a chemical on it. Jerking his hands from the wire quickly, he inspected them as the skin healed, a little too slowly for his liking.

“My, my, my,” cooed a voice from the corner, that made Gabe looked up as he let his body hang back down, “that was almost too easy. Sorry if I got your hopes up with the smell of their blood.”

“Who are you?” Gabe questioned as he took in the silver eyes and black hair of the vampire standing near him. “And where are the ones that live here?”

“I’ve been instructed not to tell you where they are,” the male answered, “but since I’ll be killing you shortly, it won’t matter if I tell you who I am. My Master calls me Samoyed, like the Siberia dog; just as beautiful, but my bite is a lot worse than theirs.”

“Why are you going to kill me?” Gabe questioned as Samoyed took out a hand held gun and loaded the clip into the gun. Gabe caught sight of what bullets the slave was using and felt his throat tighten as he realized what type they were.

The bullets that were now loaded into the gun, that was being cocked, were coated in a dried form of mercury that activated when in contact with blood. But, the bullets themselves shattered once inside a body, speaking coated pieces of bullet anywhere they could spread. Death was slow, and very painful.

Samoyed looked at Gabe with a crooked smirk as he aimed his gun at Gabe’s abdomen, knowing the death would be most painful from a shot there. “Because of where your alliance lies.”

“What are you talking about?” Gabe asked, confused and worried that this vampire might have him confused for someone else. “I have no knows alliance.”

“You run with William Beckett,” Samoyed said as he lifted a brow, staring at Gabe’s face even though he had his finger on the trigger, ready to pull it and end the fool’s life.

“Let me down,” Gabe growled, offended that he had been accused of such a low thing. “I do not run with the no good piece of shit insult to vampires! Where the Hell are my friends!?” He exclaimed as he began struggling his legs against the wire.

“Sabine, are you still with Wentz and his friends?” Samoyed questioned as he kept his gun trained on Gabe. “If you keep struggling, the wire will cut through your pants,” Samoyed warned, “and once it touches your skin, as you already know, it will eat away at your ankles.”

Gabe ceased his struggle and narrowed his eyes at Samoyed. “I don’t want to die for a wrong cause either,” he snapped as he tried to shake the feeling of dizziness that was tugging at him from hanging upside down as long as he had been.

“Yes, I’m still with them,” Sabine replied. “The servants and I are helping them finish setting up their home. Did you catch someone?”

“I caught someone who is here, yet he claims he doesn’t run with William,” Samoyed replied. “Since this is your call, what should I do with him?”

“Ask him his name and I will ask Pete if he knows him,” Sabine instructed, making Samoyed look at Gabe’s face as his gun lowered.

“Tell me your name,” Samoyed said as Gabe gave him a curious look for the fact that the gun was no longer trained on him, but on the floor.

“Gabe,” he answered. “Gabe Saporta. I bring Pete something he needs every month,” he explained, hoping it would help on his behalf.

Samoyed relayed the name to Sabine, along with sending the image of Gabe’s face to Sabine’s mind, who apparently relayed it to Pete, for the message to bring Gabe to the new home soon came through. “He slipped the gun into the waist of his pants and moved to Gabe, who eyed him warily before a sharp blow to his face knocked him out.

- - - - -

Gabe groaned as he opened his eyes, only to find himself secured to a chair, with Pete leaning against a nearby wall, staring intently at him. He gave a weak smile as his head throbbed. “I’m glad you’re alive,” he managed to mutter out before he coughed due to the fact his throat was dry and he had tried using it.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, Saporta,” Pete said as he stayed his spot, his arms folding over his chest. “Like why the Hell, if you don’t run with William, did you let him borrow one of your pets to trap me?” He growled when Gabe frowned, looking confused. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about! You let William Beckett use your pet to trap me!”

Gabe shook his head, his confused look still in place on his face. “He said he needed to borrow her to train a new pet,” he replied, looking upset. “He didn’t say anything about you, or I wouldn’t have let him use her, Pete,” Gabe said, defending himself. “I have never and will never help someone do something bad to you, Pete.”

“Bullshit! You’re one of his fucking helpers!” Pete exclaimed, baring his fangs in his moment of extra anger.

“If I was then why would help you?” Gabe questioned softly, his hurt showing in his eyes. “Why would I help you keep from fully turning? Everyone who runs with or for William knows how much he wants you to change. If I really ran with him wouldn’t I have tricked you by now or in some way screwed you over?”

“It doesn’t help you any that you didn’t tell me you were a vampire,” Pete scoffed, his lip twitching.

“Pete,” Gabe sighed, looking straight into his friend’s eyes, “if I had told you the truth, that I was a vampire as well, would you have trusted me with your health when you were adjusting? Would you have trusted me to help you keep the hunger at bay? Would you have trusted me with anything?”

“If I should trust you, then open your mind, the whole fucking thing, and let me see the proof,” Pete ordered.

“You can read anything you want to, Pete,” Gabe said as he opened his mind to Pete, “I told you, I would never hurt you, and you can look for yourself.”

Pete’s harsh gaze softened as he explored the mind that showed no signs of having anything closed off to him, letting him explore anything he wanted to. “You’ve even betrayed Beckett by stealing one of his pets and a Dandy,” Pete acknowledged as he came across the bit of information of severing a bond between Master and Pet.

“I have stolen many of them that I could save, as long as I could tell they had wanted to be free from him,” Gabe replied as he felt Pete searching around through more of his memories. “If they wanted a new life, I gave it to them.”

Pete let go of his invasion on Gabe’s mind and looked at the floor for a moment before he looked to Gabe. “Why didn’t you turn me in when you knew the reward is a great one?” He questioned, wanting to hear the answer from his supposed friend himself.

“Because, Pete, you and the guys mean a lot to me,” Gabe answered. “I helped you out because you needed it, and I kept helping because I grew to consider you a close friend. And I never hand over my true friends to enemies.”

“So if I let you go, nothing will happen?”

“I’ll hug you, for listening to me, and letting me live, but that’s about it,” Gabe said with a small smile as Pete moved closer to him and undid the bonds that had been holding him to the chair. He stood up, his muscles screaming in pain from the hanging, then the travel to the new place, and now sitting for Gods know how long. He turned and hugged Pete close, patting his back as Pete returned the gesture. “Thank you, for giving me the chance to explain everything.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you, Gabe, but I’m sure you can understand why right about now,” Pete said as they let go of one another.

Gabe nodded. “I do, I understand perfectly. Your group has found itself in quite the sticky spot so you have to be careful of who you trust... If you’d like, I can offer you more help than what you have.”

Pete lifted a curious brow. “What did you have in mind, Gabe?”

Gabe’s mouth twisted into a smirk that made Pete grin as he recognized that type of smirk. No matter who wore that smirk it could only mean one thing. And the word that came from Gabe’s mouth, confirmed his thoughts. “War.”

[Author's Note: Not even pointing out the irony of Gabe Saporta mentioning war XD. Anyway, as you can see I have some flow goin, thankfully, and there will be another chap up tomorrow ifI can get my lump of ideas straightened out lol. And yes, Gabe has no loyalty to Beckett, who is apparently an insult to vampires hehe. Naw, I heart Beckett and his vampy ways.]