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When the dust finally settled on the blood soaked battlefield, a brother held his brother in his arms. "I won't let you die." He whispered, his eyes turning to slits and fangs dropping from his upper jaw. "Geckos never leave Geckos behind." He pressed his fangs to the pulse, letting his venom seep into his brother's blood.
Seth never wanted to be a Culebra, he won' t call it hate but he just is not down for that freaky Mexican vampire shit, yet while waiting for the sun to go down, he remembers that shit show of a night when, against his own will, Richie changed him. He never blamed Rich for it, hell, if roles were reversed he would have done the same but now here he is, sitting in the Gecko brothers hideout, never able to feel the sun's warm heat again. The hunger isn't too bad, he manages to feed only when he needs to, when his body burns with an unquenchable thirst; he is not a killer or so he tells himself but every time he drains the life from some evil sick fuck, he cannot feel anything but satisfaction. Richie revels in this; his brother always seemed a little more fucked in the head, Santanico made that very clear but as long as the Gecko brothers remain the Gecko brothers, they are unstoppable; or so he thought.
CAT POV
She has to keep running; she can hear them behind her, the hissing of their tongues. She knows they are going to catch her, they always do in the end but she has to keep trying to escape
Cat was an orphan until she left the system at 18; she bounced from foster home to foster home due to foster fathers who were always too handsy and didn't like being told no. When she was able to do things on her own; she did everything she could to get by without needing the help of anyone else until she ran into a man who she thought was going to be her one-way ticket to paradise.
Catherine Rose Richards was tall, curvy with ash-blonde hair and grey-blue eyes; she was not just book smart but could also hold her own, you needed to; growing up how she did. What life never prepared her for was the rugged, sexy Mexican who swayed her with false promises. That is how she ended up in a bar in Houston, Texas. That is how she ended up a feedbag. That is how her life ended or truly begun.
Cat is caught shortly after and is tied to a chair, as is the weekly ritual but tonight it is different; a new comer came to the bar and asked about her, who she was, where she was from, how old was she? The bartender shakes his head and points to the sign next to him: NO QUESTIONS. Pay up or fuck off. He wouldn't know, the Culebra that stuck her here never divulged any of that information and never came back, she is his property, he only knew how long he owned her for; he couldn't give a shit about her former life. The new comer comes into the room where they hold her and closes the door behind him.
"What is your name, pretty lady?" He doesn't look like any of the other Culebras that normally visit her. He is a white male, shaggy blonde hair with hazel eyes.
"Catherine, Cat for short." It feels like forever since she actually spoken to someone.
"Cat, cool, hi I'm Professor Tanner." He smiles at her; she vaguely recognizes the name but is too tired to dreg the memory up. He licks his lips in a way that is all too familiar to Cat. "Where are you from?"
"New York." There is no reason to lie; no reason to hide anything even with alarm bells ringing in the back of her head. After the day she had, a change in routine was the closest thing to nice life will ever get. One day she will not be so pretty to look at and the bartender will just kill her and get a new girl to replace her.
"Ah…nice place, how old are you, Cat?"
"I'm…" She stops to think for a second. How old is she? How long has she been here? She was 22 when she was dumped in this hellhole but she cannot quite…. "I'm 25. I think."
"I see. You've been here for a while haven't you?" He traces his finger across her jaw line. Cat nods and watches as his eyes turn into slits and his fangs lower from his upper jaw. "I'm here to help"
That is the last thing she remembers before she passes out from the pain.
SETH POV
Seth and Richie are coming back from a Xibalban hunt; a few demons are still on the loose, on top of the Amaru cultists and it is a bitch to weed them all out on their own. Santanico was elected to be one of the new Nine Lords, the Ranger was trying to sort things out with his family after Amaru had kidnapped them and the kid went off with the Professor on some mission the bastard thought was more important. Therefore, it is just the Gecko brothers, riding together at the word of the newly made council.
"This shit sucks Richie, we brought that crazy psycho bitch down and we don't get anything AGAIN but to be errand boys." Seth slams the door of the GTO.
"Relax brother; we get paid well don't we? Never have to find someone to eat, rid the world of the disgusting fucks in prison and more cash than we could ever make robbing a bank." Seth walks off, he hates every word of it and he hates how Richie is right. Not long after walking inside their hideout, the Gecko brothers hear a sound and point their guns directly at the familiar faces before them.
"What the hell Professor?" Seth un-cocks his gun and places it back in its holster. "And why the hell did you bring outsiders here?" He flicks his wrist at the three Culebras behind Tanner; his throat burns, he is getting hungry and a little cranky.
"Chill, amigo. These are the new recruits." Tanner went to stand proudly beside the new faces. "They are new additions to the family." One of these additions makes Seth's stomach turn, in a way he never thought it could again.
CAT POV
The hideout is impressive and she already knows who stand before her, the infamous Gecko brothers. She remembers their mess of an escape across the border being all over the news, then for the three years she was in the bar; she remembers Culebras always talking about these two brothers who seemed to have teamed up with a Peacekeeper and other Culebras but she does not know who is who. One wears glasses, hair slicked back; a black tuxedo with a white shirt underneath. He holds himself with purpose, with eyes that calculated everything. He seems to approve of them being here.
The other one clearly does not after the outburst he had at Tanner; Cat instinctively wanted to step in but Tanner had told her on the way there not to push things yet. The man saved her life and she is willing to kick ass to repay the debt. His hair isn't slicked back like his brothers and he wore all black including black gloves; just underneath the suit is the hint of a tattoo by his neck. He talks a lot; she doesn't even know him and she already figured that out. It is not until he looked at her; did he shut up for a second.
