Murhder 1.17.12

-Shit got real. Shit got too real, and even though his voice was one of the loudest to shout in protest of the brothers playing house, his battered reflection spoke volumes of how right Darius was in his efforts to gather them all close. Peeling the bandage away from his forehead, he felt very little remorse for the human female who's head he cracked like a melon when the blast hit. In fact it was probably her fake melons that helped her become a sort of shield for him, keeping random shit from flying into him. Funny how life works. He was fully under the impression that humans were put here to serve the vampires anyway. The blonde would probably have been grateful to know her life sacrifice had been to save a brother...for that, he was thankful to the bimbo.

What he needed to know now was the name of the brother who pulled him from the fire. He remembered nothing after the initial flash of light and sonic boom that reverberated through his chest so it was obvious someone had picked his ass from the rubble before shit got worse. Waking up in Darius' mansion was the first thing he had remembered and he hadn't thought to ask more questions. Running his fingers lightly over the swollen lump between eyes, he resolved to keep his mouth shut about moving in...he knew, despite his loss of freedom, it was for the best. Maybe.-