A/N: Hello to all of my amazing and patient fans. Here i give you the penultimate(if you don't know what it means, look it up) chapter of Purple Blood. But dont fret, there will be a just as wonderful and amazing sequal, Green Roses! And i find it apropriate to thank all of my amazing supporters and friends now(HAERTOFAVAMPYRE especially) because without them i wouldn't have had the motivation to finish this story and it would have ended up unfinished and boring like all my other stories. So thank you for helping me achieve this unbelieveably awesome sense of accomplishment!

Chapter 9

you're all that I hoped I'd find
in every single way
and everything I would give
is everything you couldn't take
cause nothing feels like home
you're a thousand miles away
and the hardest part of living
is just taking breaths to stay
cause I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
and I need it

Mayday Parade- Miserable at Best

Gabe's POV

I woke to a dream so incoherent it scared me. I moaned and painstakingly opened my eyes, then closing them again when the hangover hit. So I hesitated a moment before cracking my eyes again. I opened them to unfamiliar surroundings, a room with all black décor. Then I shifted in the unknown bed to see a man probably years older than me on the other side.

I realized I was naked under the black sheets and, forgetting the hangover; I tumbled out of the bed, onto the floor, grabbed my clothes, and ran out the door. I pulled on my pants and shirt as I sprinted through the building and exited through the front door. It was still dark and checking the cell phone that was thankfully still in my pants; I saw it was four in the morning.

So I ran through a dark alley shoeless and scantily clothed in the middle of winter, hoping to find cell reception. But apparently I wasn't the only one on the streets at this time and before exiting the alley I was stopped mid-stride by a very intimidating man. I stepped back from the man and ran into another guy right behind me.

"What's a pretty little fag boy like you doing out here so late?" The first man asked with a raspy voice that hinted a smoking habit. I was still groggy from the alcohol and other unhealthy substances I had no doubt consumed earlier, but I could still see the dark lust in the man's eyes. Spinning around, hoping to run past the other man, I was faced with a gleaming knife.

"Well my friend, I don't know what he's doing here. But why don't we make the pretty fag scream." The second mans comment made me scream. But before it developed, my mouth was covered by the first's large hands; he then threw me on the ground. The second then proceeded to hold me down, knife to my throat.

"Disobey and I'll kill you boy." I started to cry desperately and thrash around, hoping to break free of the man atop me. But I had no such luck and the man tore off my clothing with his ice cold hands. I let out a piercing scream which was rewarded with a kick in the ribs by the other man.

A paralyzing fear took over me then and I was silent as the two man continued to rape me. I felt nothing after they finished destroying me and left me alone, bleeding and crying out Asce's name in a dark dirty alleyway.

Isabelle's POV

"I don't know where he is Penelope! He hasn't been home since last night." I yelled to my best friend. We were sitting in my brother's empty dorm, her comforting me as I cried with worry. Gabe had left last night and never come home. And every time I called him I went straight to voicemail. I had no idea where he was or what he'd done and it fucking scared the shit out of me. My baby brother was missing and I couldn't do anything about. The police said they would look but it's already been at least 4 hours without a word from them.

I was out of options and hope. Then my phone began to play Black Cat, my ring tone. I pulled my phone out of my pocket while standing up expecting to see Gabe's name on the caller ID but saw instead the number for the police station. It wasn't good enough.

"Oh god Penny, what if they found him and he's dead? I can't live with myself if he's fucking DEAD!" I collapsed back onto the sofa and Penelope took the phone from my hands when she realized I was to chicken shit to answer it.

"Hello." She said calmly into the phone. She nodded a few times as the man on the other line spoke to her. "Okay thank you." She then hung up the phone and put it back into my hands.

"Oh god he's dead isn't he? He's dead and it's entirely my fucking fault!

"Isabelle, he's not dead. Stop worrying."

"Oh. Well where is he? Are they bringing him back or what?" I was frantic again as I stood up and started to clean up the mess I had made in anticipation of his return.

"He…he's…he's in the hospital Iz." I stopped my cleaning and turned around to face her.

"What! What do you mean he's in the fucking hospital? What the hell happened?" Penelope stood up and took me by the arm. Not saying a word she dragged me to my car then drove us to the hospital.

Third Person

Isabelle walked into the hospital room and began to cry when she saw he bruised and broken little brother fast asleep on the hospital bed. She turned to the nurse and begged to know what happened as Penelope comforted her.

"We're not quite sure. He was awake when the police brought him in and-"

"Where did they find him?" I interrupted.

"We found him in an alley by an apartment building." One of the policemen in the room answered. "He was in pretty bad condition. The guys that did this to him should and will be put away."

"Well what the hell did they do to him!?" Isabelle was on the verge of ripping these people's heads off.

"Well as I was trying to say before, he was carried in and wouldn't let anyone touch him and he wouldn't speak to anyone either. He was barley conscious and when we tried to ask him questions he just blacked out. But according to his injuries we believe he may have been…well…raped." The nurse stated bluntly. She was at the end of her shift and was done with dealing with the families of rape patients. There was a lot more of them then people thought.

Isabelle was fed up as well. With these people, with this hospital, with everything Asce had done to his brothers sanity, and most of all she was done with waiting for him to get back o his own. She was going to take action, and one way or another; she was going to force Asce to come back.

Gabe's POV

Before the hospital

Everything hurt. My back, my front, my head, my hands, they were all in excruciating pain. And I was covered in blood. I could feel the cuts the man had made on his body every time I had screamed. I could feel the blood trickling from the cuts and into the puddle of water surrounding me.

There was nothing for hours. Not when the sun came up, and not when it had gone down again. I was on the brink of consciousness and had given up trying to move after I saw my phone had been smashed.

Then there was noise. Footsteps and shouting were soon accompanied by beams from flashlights and calls of my name. I was too tired to shout back and just hoped they saw me. Not like it mattered if they didn't. I nothing to live for anymore, maybe death was a good thing. Maybe it would finally bring me peace.

But they did see me and soon I was fighting off the hands that tried to grab me, mumbling incoherent protests as they picked me up. I then sat through a long ride in a very bright vehicle and when being rushed through a building, I finally passed out.

I dreamt of Asce. Of his Cheshire cat grin and his teasing laugh. Of how he filled me with purpose and gave me a reason to live. I dreamt of how his arms would hold me at night when we fell asleep and how when we woke up he would be halfway off the bed in a very uncomfortable looking position. And most importantly I dreamt of his promises to love me forever. I dreamt of how much I fucked everything up.