Pete disappeared three years ago when Lauren was sixteen, completely without a trace. It was a mystery to everyone, even the investigators that came onto the scene. His apartment was completely untouched, and nothing showed any sign of him running away. They checked in all the archives the morgues had, and still nothing. Finally, the case turned cold, and that was that. The Wentz family tried everything they could to find out the truth, but was only disappointed. Now, after all this time, Peter was standing right in front of her, still in just as much awe as she was. She couldn't speak... she was just in so much shock. Yet before anyone else could speak, since the rest of the group was rather confused, a loud noise above broke Pete's concentration which caused him to take off up the stairs with Lauren suddenly on his back. The rest of the team was right behind him.

It didn't take long for them to be out of the house, and a ways away from it at that. Suddenly, a loud, angry yell came from back at the mansion, which caused Lauren to gaze quickly over her shoulder in shock.

"Sounds like dear Beckett realized we stole his possession," Joe sniggered as they continued to escape, finally making it to a rather fancy looking black car with a bat and a heart on it. Pete shoved his sister in before him, and they took off like a bat out of hell. Gasping for breath, a couple of the crew members chuckled out of relief, and Patrick continued to drive to what Lauren understood would be their hideout. Finally, the driver's eyes flickered to the back mirror, looking at the backseat members in confusion.

"So what the hell's going on here anyway?" Patrick asked in a soft yet questionable voice.

"Yeah, what was with that touching moment back there?" Andy also chimed in.

Pete grumbled a little, before telling their tale of being siblings. As he did so, Lauren's eyes gazed over her brother's face before anyone could reply, the situation settling in. God, he looked so much like he did three years ago. It was as if he'd been here at her side the entire time. He was the same height, the same facial features, everything was just as she remembered... except for his eyes. Instead, to her dismay, they weren't the puppy dog brown eyes she knew, but now was mixed with crimson. A completely unnatural crimson... Gasping for breath, she reached out, her fingers lightly upon his lips.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled halfway through their story, looking down at his sister's hand. Automatically, her fingers parted, making his lips part as well. Pete's white, shining teeth glistened behind, and most importantly, his two canines were extremely abnormal than a human's would be.

"No..." she gasped, her face quickly falling as she learned the rest of the story before Pete even had time to tell her. "You, too?"

"Too?!" Peter exclaimed with wide eyes, realization dawning on his face as he, too, looked into her eyes. "Purple...?"

'Purple?' she thought in surprise. The last she remembered, she was a vampire, right? After all, most things didn't drink blood. Didn't all vampires have some form of crimson eyes? Her eyes before were blue, and she was pretty sure that blue and red didn't make purple... maybe she was mistaken. "Purple?" Lauren finally asked, tilting her head. Instead, Pete waved it off, an angry look filling each nook and cranny of his features.

"I'll kill that son of a bitch..." he grumbled, looking back at his sister, his voice growing louder and louder. "To put me through it first, fine. But my sister too?! What's he trying to accomplish?!"

"Brendon bit you?" Lauren asked.

"Brendon?" Pete replied, taken aback, "That little servant of William's? No... why? He bit you?"

She nodded. "Well, yeah..."

"Well that's... weird, dude," Joe suddenly spoke up, sitting on the other side of Lauren. "Did you do anything to make the Dandies pissed off before you were bit?"

"No!" Lauren replied quickly, "I didn't even know that there WERE any vampires until recently... which's why I never would've imagined that my big brother was one..."

"Why would they keep her captive then?" Patrick exclaimed, mostly to himself as he managed to keep his eyes on the road.

"Usually, the Dandies only keep future followers captive or people that got on their bad side..." said Andy when Lauren continued to look at everyone confusedly, "and you don't seem to be either. So why would they keep you down there?"

A slight shade of red covered her cheeks as she looked angrily downward. In turn, the group looked at her expectantly, but received no reply. To be frank, she was too embarrassed over everything that happened there.

"Laur?" Pete asked, concerned, and tried to get eye contact back with her. "Why were they keeping you?"

"Wilwanmebetris."

"...Huh?"

"William... wanted for me to be his mistress."

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It was almost morning, so before they showed Lauren around her new home, they whisked her away to her new bedroom and bid her goodnight. Being they didn't know that they'd be bringing home a new member of the household, there really wasn't anything in there. The only thing that she saw was that it had no windows and a tight door, and for now that'd be the best. Before she tried to make herself comfortable on the floor, a quiet knock at the door broke her from everything. The door cracked open, and a timid face that belonged to Patrick emerged from it. "Hey, Lauren? Can I come in for a second?"

"Um, sure, Patrick."

He quietly came in, closing the door behind him for safe measures. The only light that remained in the room was from a couple dim candles on a lone table in the room, which made him squint towards her. His hands carried a few pillows and two blankets neatly on top. "I... didn't know what you'd prefer to sleep on, cause Pete usually sleeps in that box of his. But I thought these would be more comfortable than some random cold floor."

"You didn't have to..." she replied, a small smile spreading over her face as she stood up. "I've been sleeping on the floor for probably a few months now."

"Which made me think you needed a change," Patrick cut in, smiling slightly back, and began to lay out the first blanket for her, followed by pillows and the last blanket. Once satisfied, he grinned and turned to leave.

"Hey, Patrick?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks," she said, her smile growing a little more as she situated herself on the floor. "See you in the morning? Or, er, night?"

"You bet. Night," he replied, and closed the door.

Honestly, after all the effort Patrick put into making sure his guest was comfortable, the new place she slept in was definitely cozier. Instead of feeling lonely, hurt, and scared, for the first time she actually felt... safe. Especially now that her brother was just outside that door. Lauren was so scared that she'd be alone for the rest of her days, but now her brother would be there right at her side. Sighing, she began fiddling with the shackles still clinging to her slender wrists, when Pete's voice suddenly came from the next room over. Her hands stopped moving so she'd have complete silence and hear what all he was saying.

"I'll kill him... all of them..." Pete's voice seethed, and you could almost hear him pacing back and forth as he did so.

"I know you're upset," Patrick's voice came after, calming down his friend, "and understandably so, but we have to investigate this more."

"I can't worry about all of that now! They turned my sister, 'Trick! Don't you understand that? I never wanted her to get wrapped up into all of this, which's why once I was turned I tried to stay away the best I could."

"I know, I know... but look. We need to understand the enemy even more before we go in and fight again. You don't want to go in half-assed and end up having your sister get into the same situation as before, do you?"

"No!" Pete shouted, frustrated, before slamming something breakable into the wall. Patrick ended up mumbling some more, something again about him calming down, and a thud told her that Pete slid to the ground obediently. "No... And I promise that I won't ever get her into that situation again. I was pissed cause my life was over, but at least I wasn't held in such a place. I can only imagine what they've done to her.."

"It is sad, but she's here with us now," his friend replied, before continuing, "Now let's look at what we've got so far. Brendon apparently was the one that bit Lauren, and usually if a vampire's going to be a new lover, the vampire that wants the mistress needs to bite them, since for whatever reason they receive a 'bond' between each other." At that, Lauren quietly went over to her door and quietly cracked it open just enough to have them in view.

"Yeah, I've kinda been thinking about that," Pete exclaimed, "What if it was like, a creator type of bond?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you know, supposedly 'God' made the earth and humans, right? And everyone has this love for him. What if that's the same way? I mean, 'God' created this body and soul, but now they've created this new vampire."

Patrick nodded, a small, intrigued look on his face, "That's a really good observation, Pete."

"Well it's not like I'm incapable of ideas," Pete grumbled, a hint of a smirk on his face. Patrick grinned back apologetically, before thinking back to their conversation.

"That definitely could be a part of it, but I was thinking of maybe a part of it being in the venom that's injected." he exclaimed, and sat down next to Pete. "Next, what about Lauren's eyes?"

"That they're purple? I have no idea..." Pete admitted, looking down at his hands. "I've never seen another vampire without crimson in their eyes before. Only heard about it from that one book, Twilight or whatever. But their eyes were gold."

"I never read that," Patrick exclaimed, curiosity striking him again. "Why were their eyes gold?"

"Because they drank animal blood or something..."

That made his friend's eyebrows rise, a new thought entering his mind. "Oh?"

"Um, yeah... Oh! Okay, I see what you're thinking. But the Dandies always try to be this high class group! You don't think...?"

"It's definitely a possibility, and it might explain why not only her eyes are different, but why vampires in general are. I'll have to do some tests tomorrow, if you and her don't mind."

"Like we have a choice," Pete responded with a smirk, before jumping onto his feet and squinting towards the other end of the room. "Almost day time... We'll talk about this later, alright?" With that, just in a flash, her brother disappeared. Not long after, Patrick retired to his room, as well. Lauren was just about to shut her door, until her eyes caught ahold of something shiny. There straight across from her was a dirty girl with torn up clothes, dirty blonde hair and pale skin. As well, two shackles clung to her wrists as reminders of what all she went through. And who said that a vampire can't see their reflection?

More noticable was the purple eyes that now covered her gray blue ones. Luckily, she had eaten not too long before hand, so she didn't catch sight of the glow that they tended to do. The new neon color however sent a chill down her spine. One supposed in time she'd get used to them, especially since she loved the color purple, but they weren't her... One quick sigh escaped her lips once more.

"I definitely need a shower tomorrow," she simply stated to herself, before closing her door and retreating to bed.


Sorry this is kind of short, but it's more of a filler than anything. Comments are 33, like you!