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We finally get to see how Andrew came to believe that Pete gave him up to William Beckett.
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Andrew frowned deeply as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie to warm them from the cold winter air. He had gone out for a walk hours ago, needing to try and cope with what had happened in his life, and now as he headed back he found it harder to want to open the door and walk in when he arrived. He cast his gaze downward as he walked along the sidewalk he had walked so many times in his life; often with Pete and Hilary. His sister had been affected by Pete’s sudden disappearance, even though her and Pete had a public show of hating each other. When it came right down to it, she was as close to Pete as Andrew himself had been.
Their dad, Peter the second had even broken down and cried the other day when they found the goodbye note Andrew had forged in Pete’s name, and the man never showed emotion. Their mom was inconsolable for now, but Andrew knew it would be fine over time, because he knew what he was protecting his family from. He still remembered the horror he felt at having almost been a victim of his own brother, his flesh and blood. Things would be better in the end.
When the wind picked up, Andrew pulled his head up over his head and shivered slightly as the wind practically tore through his hoodie, biting at his skin underneath. He stopped walking and looked around when he heard his name being called in the wind, wondering who was trying to get his attention. He lowered his hood and looked around again when it came once more, but louder. When his name was whispered in his ear, he spun around, his heart pounding when he found no one was there, no one was anywhere near him.
Images of Jason’s closed eyes and torn throat flashed in his mind, images he had never seen before, as if he was looking down at the body from that night. Realizing the danger he was in, he turned to run home, only to come face to face with a thin male with brown eyes and brown hair that smirked at home before the world went black.
- - - - -
“Well done Brendon,” murmured a voice that seemed to echo in the far back of Andrew’s mind. “Thank you for inflicting as little damage to him as possible.”
“Anything for you Master William,” replied Brendon. “He wasn’t that hard to find, he was in the area that Pete said he would be in.”
Andrew groaned softly at the dull throb in his head as he opened his blurry eyes, blinking a couple of times to get them to focus on the two males that stood not too far away from him. “Where…” He groaned as the throbbing in his head worsened.
“Hush now, young Andrew,” purred the thinner male with reddish-brown hair. “You took a nasty bump to the head, but it could have been worse. You’re in my home, where myself and my coven live. Would you like the headache to go away?”
Giving a weak nod, Andrew winced at the pain that the motion had caused. As the pain in his head evaporated, he turned his attention to the one that had obviously brought him to this place, and then to the one that was looking at him with quizzical eyes. “Who are you? What the Hell do you want with me?” He growled, not caring that he was obviously in a room with vampires.
“Such anger,” William “tsked” as he sat on the edge of the bed that Andrew was laying on. “There is no need for anger, not at us anyway.”
“Then who?” Andrew snapped, earning a chuckle from the one called Brendon. “Who should I blame for being in your home?”
“Your brother.”
Despite the events from the past couple of days, the two words were like a slap in the face to Andrew, who narrowed his eyes at William. “I don’t have a brother,” he replied, looking away from the two vampires.
“Just because you disown him, and kick him out of your families home with a death threat doesn’t mean that Pete is no longer related to you by blood,” William mused as he looked to Brendon. “Go stand outside the door while I tell him plan has unfolded for him over the past week.”
“Yes, Master William,” Brendon said as he bowed briefly and exited the room, leaning against the door as he pulled it shut behind himself. He didn’t have a worry of falling backwards, should someone open the door suddenly, because he would hear them if they came near it.
“How did you know about Pete and I?“ William looked at Andrew, who studied him with wary eyes. “What plan are you talking about?” Andrew questioned, frowning as William shook his head.
“I’m the one who attacked your brother,” William stated as he got comfortable, now facing Andrew, who was sitting up against the headboard to look at him better. He tucked a leg under the under and leaned against the bed post at his corner. “Unfortunately as I attacked him, ready to make him one of my…pets…a rival of mine attacked my hunting party and myself and I was forced to let your brother escape while I defended myself. You see, the vampire that bites you can form a mental link with you, if he or she fully turns you. As it stands with your brother, I can’t track him like I can my other pets simply because he hasn’t had anything to drink, if you get what I mean.”
“What does this have to do with you knowing what happened, and me being in your home?” Andrew snapped, tired of the one before him not getting to the point.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” William sniffed as he raised a brow at the young Wentz. “After your spat, your brother sought me out, needing a home, needing somewhere to go… But also, he wanted payback. He wanted you to suffer for what you had done to him.”
“I’ve suffered enough!” Andrew exclaimed, his body going rigid at the painful memory of his losing Jason, his lover. “He knows how bad I suffered, why would he do this to me!?”
“I only took his physical life… You took away everything else, Andrew. So, I gave him a home to go to, I got him settled to where he’ll be safe for the rest of his days. But you… So he wouldn’t have to live a life of servitude, and so that he wouldn’t have to run for the rest of his life, he traded you.”
Ice ran down Andrew’s spine as he took in what William was telling him. “Wh…What did you say?”
“You’re here to become one of my pets, one of my slaves,” William answered, letting his eyes roam over the younger male. “Though, I’m not so sure you would fit in with my Boys… You see, I like them smaller, boney, with a sense of style. You have none of those. You wouldn’t turn me on, so I think I’ll use you for something else.”
“I’m not staying here.”
“if you leave I’ll kill you, or have you killed,” William explained. “There is no human that enters my home alive and leaves in the same condition. Especially not those promised to me, Andrew, be it by themselves or by someone else. You are mine now, like it or not. I can easily make you want me if I wanted to Andrew, being a vampire does have that leverage.”
“If you turn me I’ll kill myself,” Andrew warned, his eyes darkening slightly. “I refuse to be one of your kind, your kind took the love of my life from me.”
William gave a soft sigh. “You poor creature,” he mused, smiling a little. “You honestly believe you have a choice in this matter.”
Outside the bedroom door, Brendon barely blinked an eye at the crying scream that came from behind the closed doors. It was just an all too familiar sound to him.
Their dad, Peter the second had even broken down and cried the other day when they found the goodbye note Andrew had forged in Pete’s name, and the man never showed emotion. Their mom was inconsolable for now, but Andrew knew it would be fine over time, because he knew what he was protecting his family from. He still remembered the horror he felt at having almost been a victim of his own brother, his flesh and blood. Things would be better in the end.
When the wind picked up, Andrew pulled his head up over his head and shivered slightly as the wind practically tore through his hoodie, biting at his skin underneath. He stopped walking and looked around when he heard his name being called in the wind, wondering who was trying to get his attention. He lowered his hood and looked around again when it came once more, but louder. When his name was whispered in his ear, he spun around, his heart pounding when he found no one was there, no one was anywhere near him.
Images of Jason’s closed eyes and torn throat flashed in his mind, images he had never seen before, as if he was looking down at the body from that night. Realizing the danger he was in, he turned to run home, only to come face to face with a thin male with brown eyes and brown hair that smirked at home before the world went black.
- - - - -
“Well done Brendon,” murmured a voice that seemed to echo in the far back of Andrew’s mind. “Thank you for inflicting as little damage to him as possible.”
“Anything for you Master William,” replied Brendon. “He wasn’t that hard to find, he was in the area that Pete said he would be in.”
Andrew groaned softly at the dull throb in his head as he opened his blurry eyes, blinking a couple of times to get them to focus on the two males that stood not too far away from him. “Where…” He groaned as the throbbing in his head worsened.
“Hush now, young Andrew,” purred the thinner male with reddish-brown hair. “You took a nasty bump to the head, but it could have been worse. You’re in my home, where myself and my coven live. Would you like the headache to go away?”
Giving a weak nod, Andrew winced at the pain that the motion had caused. As the pain in his head evaporated, he turned his attention to the one that had obviously brought him to this place, and then to the one that was looking at him with quizzical eyes. “Who are you? What the Hell do you want with me?” He growled, not caring that he was obviously in a room with vampires.
“Such anger,” William “tsked” as he sat on the edge of the bed that Andrew was laying on. “There is no need for anger, not at us anyway.”
“Then who?” Andrew snapped, earning a chuckle from the one called Brendon. “Who should I blame for being in your home?”
“Your brother.”
Despite the events from the past couple of days, the two words were like a slap in the face to Andrew, who narrowed his eyes at William. “I don’t have a brother,” he replied, looking away from the two vampires.
“Just because you disown him, and kick him out of your families home with a death threat doesn’t mean that Pete is no longer related to you by blood,” William mused as he looked to Brendon. “Go stand outside the door while I tell him plan has unfolded for him over the past week.”
“Yes, Master William,” Brendon said as he bowed briefly and exited the room, leaning against the door as he pulled it shut behind himself. He didn’t have a worry of falling backwards, should someone open the door suddenly, because he would hear them if they came near it.
“How did you know about Pete and I?“ William looked at Andrew, who studied him with wary eyes. “What plan are you talking about?” Andrew questioned, frowning as William shook his head.
“I’m the one who attacked your brother,” William stated as he got comfortable, now facing Andrew, who was sitting up against the headboard to look at him better. He tucked a leg under the under and leaned against the bed post at his corner. “Unfortunately as I attacked him, ready to make him one of my…pets…a rival of mine attacked my hunting party and myself and I was forced to let your brother escape while I defended myself. You see, the vampire that bites you can form a mental link with you, if he or she fully turns you. As it stands with your brother, I can’t track him like I can my other pets simply because he hasn’t had anything to drink, if you get what I mean.”
“What does this have to do with you knowing what happened, and me being in your home?” Andrew snapped, tired of the one before him not getting to the point.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” William sniffed as he raised a brow at the young Wentz. “After your spat, your brother sought me out, needing a home, needing somewhere to go… But also, he wanted payback. He wanted you to suffer for what you had done to him.”
“I’ve suffered enough!” Andrew exclaimed, his body going rigid at the painful memory of his losing Jason, his lover. “He knows how bad I suffered, why would he do this to me!?”
“I only took his physical life… You took away everything else, Andrew. So, I gave him a home to go to, I got him settled to where he’ll be safe for the rest of his days. But you… So he wouldn’t have to live a life of servitude, and so that he wouldn’t have to run for the rest of his life, he traded you.”
Ice ran down Andrew’s spine as he took in what William was telling him. “Wh…What did you say?”
“You’re here to become one of my pets, one of my slaves,” William answered, letting his eyes roam over the younger male. “Though, I’m not so sure you would fit in with my Boys… You see, I like them smaller, boney, with a sense of style. You have none of those. You wouldn’t turn me on, so I think I’ll use you for something else.”
“I’m not staying here.”
“if you leave I’ll kill you, or have you killed,” William explained. “There is no human that enters my home alive and leaves in the same condition. Especially not those promised to me, Andrew, be it by themselves or by someone else. You are mine now, like it or not. I can easily make you want me if I wanted to Andrew, being a vampire does have that leverage.”
“If you turn me I’ll kill myself,” Andrew warned, his eyes darkening slightly. “I refuse to be one of your kind, your kind took the love of my life from me.”
William gave a soft sigh. “You poor creature,” he mused, smiling a little. “You honestly believe you have a choice in this matter.”
Outside the bedroom door, Brendon barely blinked an eye at the crying scream that came from behind the closed doors. It was just an all too familiar sound to him.
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