"Shut-up Geoffrey. Quit giving away all our trade secrets, especially to good looking guys like these. They'll just use them to seduce us, and then where would we be?"
Jerry turned around slowly, silently praying that his mind wasn't playing a trick on him. As his eyes fell on the girl before him, he gasped.
"Verity…"
Peter watched Jerry as his eyes darted frantically between the girl he'd called Verity and Cromwell. The tension in the room was so thick it was actually palpable in the surrounding air.
"Well," Peter finally spoke up. "This is awkward…"
Verity smirked up at Peter briefly before pointing between Jerry and Cromwell. "History here, is there?"
"You've no idea." Cromwell smiled daggers at Jerry.
"Hmm…" Verity frowned and folded her arms across her chest, looking rather intently at Peter. "And what about you?"
"What about me?" Peter cocked his head to the side slightly.
"Name, age… relative connections with these two?" Verity sighed and shook her head, smiling.
"Peter Vincent…I'm still relatively new to all this," he gestured to the other vampires.
"Ah, I see." Verity's smile faded somewhat. "Well, I'm not new to this. Geoffrey's been looking out for Cassie and myself for a few years now." She turned to glare at Geoffrey. "Not that I need it."
"On the contrary," Cromwell's soft, hauntingly creepy voice replied. "What makes you think you'd stand a chance… against us?"
All the while, Jerry gazed at Verity, eyes filled with grief as she sighed in exasperation and walked towards the exit… dragging Geoffrey and two girls behind her.
