“So what the plan?” Brendon whispered from across the room.

What was the plan? How the hell am I supposed to get out of here and take the dog with me? I started tapping my foot against the floor as I stood contemplating about how to break out of here. Where the fuck was I anyway. I really hope to god that Im not stuck in-

“Hell.” I said out loud. “Brendon can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Did you see how I got here?”

He stopped for a moment. As if he was thinking back in time. He walked closer to his cellar bars gripping them tightly between his hands. Letting out a long sigh than speaking again.

“When you first came....they...they had stuck something in you to make sure you were still knocked out since you were starting to wake up after all whatever happened.....They came from down that hall.” He paused to point down the grey bloody hallway where probably other beings had been killed. “Than they walked down here fumbling with the cell and through you in there pretty hard. I was surprised you even woke up.”

“Wait....Who is 'they'?”

He trembled a bit in fear than spoke up again. “They are these animal like creatures..Tougher than man...But not as strong as the council...They look like banshee's but worst like they were burned and sacrificed to the devil's ways.”

We stood in silence for a bit when we heard a very peculiar noise coming up the hallway. Brendon was frightened half to death causing him go back to his werewolf form and cower into the darkest corner of his jail cell. While me on the other hand back up against the wall forcing myself to disappear into the dark room with three cracks of sunlight.

“The beast is a frantic little queer, isnt he?”

“Yeah, I wonder if the little Tinkerbell is awake.”

Were they talking about me?!! Keep calm Gerard. Just pretend that you didn’t hear any of it. The footsteps came closer, as the owners of the footsteps came into view they were dragging along an unconscious fledgling. From the smell of him, he seemed to be half vampire half werewolf. What a weird mix. They through him in the same cellar as Brendon. But they made there up to mine.

“Where is the little dom any way? I dont even see him.” Said the one man with golden locks draping across his face.

“I dont know maybe the banshees killed him already?” Said the other with chocolate brown fringe sweeping over his face.

“Dont be stupid Danny, the banshees dont eat vampires. I dont even think they eat.” So the other persons name is Danny. Hmmm..

“Yeah lets just go, Ben.”

The two men left walking down the hallways in silence. I came out of my little corner to peer over at Brendon's cell to see who the person was over there with him. Brendon started sniffing him until he woke up. Nice way to wake up, face to face with a werewolf. I used to wake up like that when ever Bob slept in my room when I ever I was freezing cold. But thats another story that we shall not start.

I jumped a little when the other creature screamed in Brendon's face making him growl making me hiss at it. He started back up against the wall scared half to death when I look closer at his face. Hes the guy that Frank drank from. This day just gets weirder and weirder. I lifted my hands rubbing my temples and walking back and forth.

“Your making me nervous, Gerard.”

“Sorry, but that kid over there...Is the one my mate drank from the other night.”

Brendon went back to his human form looking confused as hell at me. While the other one was admiring him. Weird.

“We need to get out of here Brendon.”

“Wait...your Brendon?” Said the little man in corner. He stood up dusting himself off walking closer to Brendon which was a bit odd sending shivers down my spine. Im gonna get hungry soon. Brendon turned towards him looking him up and down.

“Yeah. Whats it to ya?”

The small boy tilted his neck to the right reviling giant dog bites on his neck. Oh god please dont tell me-

“You bit me the other day. This guy found me bleeding half to death in the forest, he took me to this hospital place telling me that you bit me.”

Thats when it all clicked in my head. That guy who found him was Lawrence and is probably the Jesus of the supernaturals almost saving our lives and shit. But if he knew about all of us, why didn’t he tell us to go to the council before we got dragged to hell?

I turned around to face the two in the other cell to find Brendon in his big black furry werewolf form comforting the other one I think his name was Ryan. I have to admit it was the cutest thing Ive ever seen. The two of them snuggled up together, Ryan resting his head in Brendon's black fur talking quitely to each other. I miss that. I miss Frank. I miss him so much.

Notes

Yes it is another update! YAY!!!! I actually find this chapter very amusing and interesting. Like do they really have banshees, vampires, werewolf's and other creatures in hell? Well theres only one way of finding out right?...Its called Fan-Fiction.


Ben Bruce and Danny Worsnop is in this! I ship those two together. Oh and Ryan Ross! But I mentioned him earlier.


Title Credit: Asking Alexandria 'A Prophecy'.