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Hells Bells

It worked.

Syi was right, hells bells she was right. And about more than healing Thomas, he really was hungry. Alive, but hungrier than I've ever seen him, conscious that is.

Vampires are tricky creatures, White Court vamps live off of others life force and it is what they draw their strength from. But most times by the time they're this hungry it's because they've been fighting and are wounded. If Thomas does not get 'food' he'll go insane. Unfortunately, he will get it. I've seen it happen, the hunger takes over. He'll forget who I am or who the girls are and he'll just feed, with no restraint. Thomas is a fighter, and he's trying, but he won't be able to hold out forever. And my ward won't come down for at least six more hours.

Fuck, Syileta better be able to help, as long as she wakes up in time.

I let Thomas go after the door locked. He was alive, but his face said he was in terrible pain. Thomas faced me, he had this look of anger and lust in his eyes.

Weird, everyone pegged me as the gay one.

"How you doing?" I asked, backing away slightly.

"Ow." He said softly, collapsing onto the floor again.

Thomas laughed though, an almost insane laugh. "Sorry, just hungry." He continued as I helped him to the couch.

"What the hell happened?" he asked.

"I was about to ask you that." I replied, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. I paused for a moment. I kept a rope in the kitchen that could control vampires. I knew it worked, 'cause I'd used it once before on Susan.

"Grab it." Thomas said. I turned around, he was still lying on the couch facing the the other way. "You might need it."

At least he was holding on right now, and was still thinking clearly. I grabbed the rope and put it in my pocket. He is my brother, but hell, you can never be too safe.

"You never answered my question." I said, handing him the water. He eyed me for a moment, probably wondering why I wasn't tying him up. I shrugged, and he took the glass. I sat down across from him in one of my comfy arm chairs. Didn't want to be too close, just in case.

Thomas growled in annoyance, taking a drink before beginning.

"I don't really know. I was at home, some guy knocked on my door, I opened it, he jumped me." He paused, taking another drink, "Surprised me I guess. Beat the hell outta me till you guys showed up. Then I woke up here with someone I haven't seen in nearly ten years passing out on me."

"That's it?" I asked.

"Pretty much." He mumbled.

Thomas, having better hearing than me, heard a noise come from the bedroom before I did. His face paled momentarily as he forced himself to stay seated. He licked his lips, then shook his head.

"You sure you're ok?" I asked again.

"No" he snapped, standing up and pacing across the room. "I've got to get out of here." He said, heading towards the door.

"I wouldn't try th…" I started, but before I finished Thomas had reached for the door knob. The ward I had put up was the strongest I had for a reason. No one got in, but no one got out either. When Thomas touched the handle the candles flared and Thomas was thrown back, crashing into the back of the couch.

"Oomph." He moaned.

"Tried to warn you." I mumbled, lending a hand to help him up.

"Oh shove it," he muttered, slapping my hand away and getting up on his own.

I stared at him for a moment. Thomas was acting harsher than normal, and it was getting worse. Quickly. I fumbled with the rope in my pocket momentarily before leaving it there. If I needed it, it wouldn't take me long to get too.

"Sorry." He said after a moment. "I'm just hungry."

"I understand." I replied.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes. Thomas just stared at the carpet, and I watched him. He flinched at every little noise me or Mister made. When the door to my bedroom finally opened, he jumped to his feet. It was so fast I barely had time to react. He threw himself towards Murphy, who was standing shocked in the doorway. I reached for my staff that was still leaning against the back of the couch and shouted the first spell that came to mind.

"Veniche!"

Thomas flew through the air, but it only threw him off guard for a moment. In mid air he twisted around so that he landed on his feet and continued towards the door. I raised my staff to fire again when Murphy threw the door wide open, revealing a very pale, but perfectly healthy Syileta holding the wooden baseball bat I kept in my closet. Thomas was quick but their timing was perfect. He didn't have time to get out of the way of her swing. Syileta swung with all her strength and connected with the side of Thomas's head, sending him sprawling backwards to the ground.

I didn't wait to be told twice. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the rope and with a quick spell had Thomas bound up, hand and foot.

Syileta stood in the doorway panting, but with a large smile plastered on her face. Murphy looked at her for a moment before they both broke out into laughter.

"Damn Syi, you really do have a good arm." Murphy commented between laughs.

I joined in as Thomas lay on the floor swearing and cursing Syileta.

"Damn straight." Syileta replied when she finally caught her breath.