A/N: Wow I'm surprised at the amount of attention this story has gotten already. :O I'd like it if you guys reviewed but that's okay. :D I'll just say I won't upload another chapter unless you review. Bahahahahahaha!

Here's another chapter for you. :)

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Last Time…

The pair reached a large door with numerous locks on it. Priest knocked twice on the door and waited. A key pad presented itself to him. He punched in a long string of numbers and waited again. A thud was heard, followed by the cranking of gears and machinery. The vampire watched as the massive doors swung open with a low creak.

"Welcome to Aconite Prison."

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Priest led the vampire into the prison. No one looked at them, no one spoke to them. The vampire was starting to get restless. Everywhere they went, things got quieter and darker. He was normally a huge fan of darkness and silence, but this? This was getting under his skin.

"Where are we goin', Priest." He said. Priest said nothing to him, only continued to walk deeper and deeper into the prison. They soon came to a wall with a single keypad on it. Priest again typed in a string of numbers. The wall split down the middle and opened to them, revealing another prison area. This one, however, was different.

Unlike the rest of the prison, there was but one cell in this area. The walls and ceiling were covered in reinforced steel plates; the bars and walls of the cell were covered in claw marks; there were no windows to speak of.

"This is where we used to keep our most unruly prisoners." Priest said. The vampire at his side was slowly getting the picture.

"You're gonna lock me up?" He said, eying the cell. Priest nodded somberly, reaching for the door. He stopped when the vampire took a step away from him.

"Think again." He hissed. With a hard jerk, he tore the restraints apart. Pieces of metal and leather went flying. Time slowed down for Priest as the vampire lunged at him, fangs bared.

Thinking fast, he pulled a syringe from inside his robe and dodged a punch. He ducked under his brother's arm and plunged the syringe into his back. The vampire's eyes widened before clouding over and rolling back in his head. He slumped to the floor, completely out cold.

Priest panted as he willed his heart to slow. He dropped the empty syringe and knelt next to his brother, turning him over on his back. He was breathing slowly and his eyes were shut. Priest sighed. That was a close call. It was smart to have brought a vile of sedative with him as back up. He had a feeling that his fallen brother wouldn't quite like the idea of being locked up.

With some effort, Priest managed to half carry-half drag the vampire into the cell and onto the bed. He laid him down carefully, seeing as he was still recovering from his burns. With one last glance, Priest left the cell and locked the door behind him, taking a seat in the corner to await his brother's awakening.

An hour later, the vampire finally cracked an eye open, groaning as he did. The damn priest had managed to knock him out AGAIN. He felt incredibly foolish. He made sure to show his irritation when he sat up holding his head. He hissed slowly through his teeth. His head was throbbing and his vision was still blurry.

"I didn't want to do that."

The vampire heard a voice coming from outside the cell, which slowly registered in his mind as belonging to Priest. He glared in the general direction of the voice. The owner made himself known as he moved to stand in front of the bars.

"But I can't have you running around the City and you can't stay at my apartment."

The vampire hissed to show his distaste.

"What makes you think I'd wanna stay there with you…?" He spat, lying heavily back down on the cot.

Priest shook his head and sat down in the chair in front of the cell.

"Nothing." He said, watching his brother. He could almost see the anger rolling off of him in waves. It was quite intimidating, even with him behind bars. After a good half hour of silence, however, the vampire's anger seemed to dissipate, being replaced with what could only be described as boredom.

"So," the vampire spoke, his deep southern voice reverberating off the walls. "How long are you gonna keep me here?" He turned his gold eyes on Priest, startling him momentarily. Priest laced his fingers together and met his brother's gaze.

"Do you want the truth? Or a lie?"

The vampire in the cell scoffed and put his hands behind his head, closing his eyes.

"You can't lie. I was a priest once, don't forget. You can't lie unless it's to protect the Church. I'm not doin' anything to the church in here, so you gotta tell me the truth." He smirked, keeping his eyes shut.

Priest sighed. His brother always was the clever one of the group.

"We will keep you here until we find a way to cure you or until you die." He said gravely. That got the vampire's attention. He shot straight up and walked up to the bars, causing Priest to stand and take a step back.

"Cure me?" He said, his voice deathly calm. He gripped the bars of the cell.

"CURE ME?" His brother shouted, making Priest jump.

"You act like my enlightenment is a disease… something that can be fixed with medicine…" He said quieter. His eyes lit up bright yellow.

"Well I would rather die than be cured… so you can go ahead and let me rot in here…" He said before slowly turning and lying back down on the cot with his eyes shut. Priest swallowed the lump in his throat. His eyes flickered to where his brother had been holding the bars and, to his horror there were imprints of his brother's hands in the metal. The vampire could very well get out if he angered him again.

"Alright. Then I won't ask them to find a cure." Priest said softly, keeping his eyes on his brother on the cot. The vampire opened his eyes and smiled at him.

"You're damn right you won't…" He rumbled.

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A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. XD I've been doing beta work lately. But here's chapter two for you. I'd really appreciate it if you guys reviewed. :3