Chapter 7 - Tell The World, I'm Coming Home.
It had been a month since Ashley had been turned by Andrew.
Being a vampire wasn't as bad as it sounds. You don't feel very different, you just lose cravings for human food. Water is still an optional beverage, as is alcohol, but anything that wasn't blood wasn't appetizing at all. Ashley still liked to eat fruit occasionally, but really, he was rather excited when Andrew could swipe a bag of blood off an ambulance. He liked type O the best, even though Andrew always scoffed and compared it to skim milk.
It did have it's downsides though. Ashley wasn't white, yet his skin had turned a sickly shade of pale. He didn't have the lines like Andrew did, but what he DID have was the look that make people wonder if he had come down with something when he went out in the daylight. "Sir, are you alright?" "Sir, do you feel okay You look unwell."
His main plan was to use his powers to get his brother back.
He hadn't forgotten.
CC had still been missing, taken by that shitfaced Ringmaster douche who Ashley wanted to all but mercifully kill by a shot in the skull. He wanted that... thing to suffer for what he did to his baby brother. He had fantasies of torturing that motherfucker. Hang him by his wrists and cut his stomach open, Cuban necktie, hang him with his own intestines, feed him his own fingers, cut out his eyes and shove them in his...well, you get the point.
This man made Ashley's black blood boil.
Yet they didn't have much of a game plan to get the boy back. He was still being treated like and animal and there was nothing Ashley could do to stop it. They've seen what Ringmaster was capable of. His cane that could cause blunt force straight through Andrew's chest, his darker-than-black magic spells, his fear-fueled influence over hundreds, if not thousands of mutants with extra-freaky powers...hell, he might even be immortal. You never fucking know with him. Ringmaster seems to be surprise after surprise.
Ashley was going through scenarios in his head as he paced around the room when Andrew said loudly,
"We're going to my house."
Ashley stopped pacing with one foot still hanging in the air. "What?"
Andrew, who was lounging in bed stared at the ceiling. "We're going to my house."
Ashley put his foot on the ground, his posture sunk and he felt confused. Andrew had always talked about how he couldn't go home because his family hated him, or he couldn't go home because it was too long since he'd been there, or that it's too far away, he never wanted to go home. If Ashley would so much as mention Europe Andrew would get suddenly pissy and drink from his flask. This wasn't normal. At all. Ashley walked over to the bed and sat down next to his mate, giving him a worried glance. Andrew didn't look at him, he kept his eyes poised at the ceiling.
"It's our best bet." he said. "There are tons of powerful vampires that live in that area. I didn't want to do it before because it would be so easy for you to be taken." Andrew's voice was soft and blunt. He closed his eyes.
"Weren't you like...exiled?" Ashley asked.
"No." he replied, "I just...didn't like it there...since what happened to Juliet."
Ashley nodded and closed his eyes. Laying back on the pillows, he turned to face Andrew. One hand came up to grasp his. "Are you sure you want to go?"
Andrew sighed softly, squeezing Ashley's hand. "Again, it's our best bet. But it's over seas, we'd need to take some kind of transportation, because I am sure as fuck not running there."