Well, it's been a while. Who's up for another PugsxBrie story?
This one is based off a nightmare I had a few nights ago, and relates to my AU story (*Spoilers are at hand!*) Otherwise... Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only own Brielle.
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Brielle opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that she was in the hospital.
The second thing she noticed were the bandages around her neck.
What... what happened? she wondered, as her mind struggled to recall what had happened hours before.
A nurse entered the room. "Miss? What... how did I get here?" she asked.
"Some teens brought you and another boy in. They said this horrible man, Vincent Fondane, attacked you both." the nurse answered.
Vincent!
Her memory became clear, now- Vincent Fondane, her 'self-defense' teacher, had called her up to help him take down a group of troublemakers... What he didn't mention was the fact that their targets were actually good kids, and one of them was Kasandra Bickerson... her cousin. Once she found out about Vincent attacking her relatives and targetting the gang of kids known as the Fangface Gang, she had tried to turn the tables on him, lure him away...
But everything went wrong. Keith, Vincent's other accomplice, was lying in wait, ambushing her and Puggsy, then Vincent slit her throat, everything going black...
Wait... Puggsy!
"What happened to Puggsy? T-The boy who was brought in with me?" Brielle asked the nurse.
The nurse paused. A bad sign.
"He's... He's still in surgery. Now, please try to get some rest," the woman replied.
She wasn't telling Brielle anything, and the worried tone in her voice made her all the more anxious. "Ma'am, please... tell me how he's doing. Is he going to make it?"
The nurse bit her bottom lip. "I don't think I should..."
"You don't think a girlfriend needs to know if her boyfriend is going to be alright?!"
It was a lie, as Brielle had only known Puggsy for barely 24 hours... but the nurse seemed to buy it. "He was shot directly in the heart... I'm sorry... The doctors said they're doing everything they can, but..."
Brielle nodded, a solemn look on her face. "I... I understand. ...Is it alright for me to use the phone? I need to make a couple calls,"
The nurse nodded. "I suppose... But the doctor recommended you not leave until a family member has checked you out,"
Figures. Brielle thought, considering she had lost contact with all her family 4 years ago...
Except for one member.
There was a phone in the room, and she dialed a number. "Edwin? ...It's me, Brielle, we met in London a while back. How are you? ...I can't really say the same, which is why I'm calling. You're an expert when it comes to hearts, right?"
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Thankfully, Edwin happened to be in America that week, having been on his way to New York when Brielle called. Donning a disguise, he entered the surgery room under the alias "Doctor Smith", giving the story that he came recommended to assist with the surgery.
Brielle sat in her room, anxiously. So far, it had been 2 days, and her friend was still in the operating room... Sleep wasn't a big issue for him. After all, he was a vampire.
A hand held hers to keep her calm, and she looked up at the second person she had called. Matthew- her twin brother. Though, no one would believe them to be 'twin' siblings, as Brielle had been sick at birth and was rendered short for her age, whereas Matthew was tall and well-built. The only thing they had in common was their blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Thank you for coming," Brielle whispered.
"The moment you mentioned Vincent, I didn't hesitate." Matthew replied. What no one knew was that he was an undercover agent, out to hunt down madmen like Vincent, the werewolf-hunter at the top of the list. "Brielle... why didn't you tell me about him sooner?"
"I-I didn't know he was a werewolf hunter! He only taught me self-defense, and claimed I would make a fine partner for whenever he had to fight someone... then he called me, claiming he needed my help... Ugh, I'm such an idiot!"
Matthew patted her on the back. "It's alright... I should have warned you, but... you know I'm not allowed to bring up information like that to anyone, unless they're involved, and I didn't know you were involved until now."
Brielle sighed. Matthew had run away when he was 13, a year before Brielle had run away, both of them having met by chance a while later. Matthew had given her his number, and told her about the Thorns- a group of people he worked with- and how she should only contact him in emergencies.
Matthew had wished they could have recruited his sister... especially now.
But right now, their connection wasn't the focus. Right now, they were focused on the situation at hand- figuring out how to catch Vincent. "Since you've had contact with him, you can draw him out. I'll call up the agency, and they can send someone to meet up with you,"
"Why can't you help me?" Brielle asked, even though she didn't want her brother to 'fight her fights'.
"There's more I have to do. I have to find this other assassin, 'Dark Crow'."
"What about the others?"
Matthew sighed. "I can't really say anything to them... It would be best if we handled Vincent ourselves, before they got further involved. The last thing we need is Vincent and his accomplice taking any more lives,"
"But... if they knew..."
"I can't tell them, Brielle! I know they're involved, but... *sigh* I'll have to talk to Kite about it, but right now we really have to lay low."
Brielle wanted to argue against this... but before she could say anything, the door opened, and in walked a black-haired, pale-skinned young man with sharp blue eyes and glasses- their friend, Edwin. She stood up, walking over to him... his expression was solemn. "Edwin...?" she asked.
The vampire sighed. "I did all I could do, Brielle... it's in God's hands now," he told her. "They've placed him in another room now. ...I suggest, you two get a move on. Matt, you can't blow your cover, and Brielle... I think you should talk to your cousin."
Brielle shook her head. "I can't... it's best if I don't speak to them. I've already caused them enough grief,"
"In that case, pack your things, we'll be leaving tonight." Matthew replied.
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Before leaving, Brielle asked them if she could see Puggsy one more time. Edwin- still disguised as a doctor- managed to help her get permission.
She walked into the room with a videocamera, planning on leaving behind a video of her confession. If she was going to make things up to the gang and go after Vincent, and if anything were to happen...
*beep... beep... beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...*
She froze, looking at the heart-monitor as it flat-lined...
No... no no no no no! was all she could think as she raced over, shaking his shoulder. "Puggsy? ...Puggsy! Please, no!" she cried, tears running down her face.
A couple nurses raced into the room, as well as Matthew, the latter holding his sister back. Edwin appeared in the room just as quick as a nurse called for a doctor, and he checked the teen over...
Silence followed, as the vampire looked over. "His heart... it just gave up." he said.
Tears flooded in Brielle's eyes as she sobbed uncontrollably. Matthew held her close, at first wondering why his sister was crying over someone she barely knew...
Until he remembered that, because of her, Puggsy had died.
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Two Weeks Later...
They had left the hospital while the nurses were in the room, Matthew claiming he was going to take his sister outside and away from the scene.
She checked into a hotel, Matthew telling her Kite would be meeting her on the bridge at noon that day.
As she stood there, waiting for Kite to arrive, all she could think about was Puggsy, remembering the day they spent together. Even if it were part of her act, she still had fun with him, learning what a good guy he really was, even though he had his cynical moments... which lead to a fight amongst his friends, she remembered.
And now... he wouldn't have the chance to make it up to them.
She covered her face with her hands, sobbing the more she thought about him...
She didn't notice Keith walking over, pulling out a gun...
There was a gunshot... a pain in the back of her head... then blackness...
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Brielle gave a jolt, sitting up in bed, her heart racing. Just... just another nightmare... she thought, wincing.
It had been a week since she first started travelling with the gang, the ordeal of the past over with... yet she still had nightmares about what could have happened, if Puggsy's heart just gave out. One nightmare included Puggsy dying after jumping off the bridge, and Fangface strangling Brielle to death for getting his best friend killed. Another included both of them locked inside a crate, and the teen dying right before her eyes, his last words filled with blame towards her...
She was sharing a room with Biff and Kim. The gang had left San Francisco the minute Brielle and Puggsy checked out of the hospital, and were on their way to Florida, having stopped at a hotel for the night, only able to get two rooms. Only trouble was, Brielle couldn't sleep.
She stood up, walking out onto the balcony to clear her head, wondering when the nightmares would stop.
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A/N: ...Did I mention this was going to be a 3-parter? XD