I’m leaning forward to begin gnawing on the rope like a rat, when I feel Charlie stiffen in front of me. I peek around him, and my eyes widen when I see a figure standing a few feet behind Lisette.
“Mat-moy?” I mumble around my gag.
Sure as fuck, it’s bat-boy, Lisette’s assistant. He’s either here to help Lisette, or us. And I’m really crossing my fingers (metaphorically, not physically since I can’t really move them due to the rope) that it’s the last one.
Bat-boy sees Charlie and I watching him, and holds up a finger to his lips, telling us not to say anything. He quietly walks over to where our metal folding chairs still sit, picks one up and slowly folds it. Holding the chair above his head, he stalks towards Lisette, who is clueless.
Lisette is still babbling about her master plan. “Of course, it’ll be even better once I have you turned into a vampire, Charlie. With my magic, and three vampires under my control, I’ll be truly unstoppable.”
Bat-boy stands behind her, chair hoisted over her head, and hisintentions are crystal clear. Thank sweet Jesus, he’s here to help us, not her.
“Alright, times up, boys.” Lisette claps.
And in perfect timing, bat-boy uses all of his might, and brings down the chair over Lisette’s head.
He just went WWE on her ass! Maybe I misjudged bat-boy, because that was fucking epic.
When the metal chair connects with the crown of her head, Lisette crumbles like a stone wall. She is out like a light.
Robbie, (I think he’s earned my respect, and so now I’ll call him by his name, rather than bat-boy), tosses the chair aside and wipes his hands off.
Behind him, the room begins to fill with more people. Five people in police-type uniforms swarm into the room, their chests emblazoned with the letters “SNCP”. Following closely behind them, is a tall man in a suit.
“We’ll take it from here, Robbie. Thank you.” The suited man dismisses Robbie.
“Yes, sir.” Robbie gives us a small smile and a wave before stepping aside.
“Hello Christopher and Charlie.” The suited man greets us. “I’m Dean, the head of the Supernatural Council. The uniformed people with me are officers with the Supernatural Council Police. They’ll take care of Lisette and Tyson. They’ll also help unbind you. I apologize for the mess you two have been dragged into, but be assured that Tyson and Lisette will no longer be an issue for you.”
Two officers step up behind us, first undoing the gags, and then cutting the ropes.
“Yeah, well, we’ve heard that one before.” I grumble, rubbing the feeling back into my arms.
Dean shoots us a placating smile. “Yes, but fortunately for you I’m telling the truth. Robbie has given us all the evidence we need to put these two into our highest security prison for treason. They will not be released, ever. Once they’re settled, we can give you a tour and prove it to you, if you’d like. I’m afraid I don’t really have anything other than that and my word to assure you.”
“Honestly, fuck that.” Charlie spits. “I don’t want to fucking tour your ‘highest security prison’. Sounds like a trap to me.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna have to pass on that too.” I supply, not trusting this dude. “It’ll be a solid never before I trust any one of you from the council again.”
“Fair enough.” Dean shrugs. “I can’t force you to believe me.” He turns from us towards the officers. “Cuff Tyson and Lisette, and take them away.”
Tyson mumbles incoherently behind his gag, tears streaming down his face. He looks absolutely betrayed, and truthfully, I don’t care. He did this to himself.
“Before you take him, can I just say something?” I ask. Not that he necessarily deserves any parting words from me. But I think it’ll help me process and move on from this whole situation.
“Fine, but quickly.” Dean allows.
I stand up, shaking out my limbs, before walking up to Tyson. “Tyson…to say that I’m disappointed in you is an understatement. You were my best friend, and you used me. I thought we were bros. Buds for life. But I guess you didn’t feel the same way. You deserve everything that’s coming to you, and I hope for both our sakes that we never see each other again. Have fun in prison.”
Tyson’s eyes are pleading, snot bubbling from his nose, but I feel nothing for him as the officers haul him to his feet, and lead him out the door.
Walking back over to Charlie, I twine our fingers together. “Can we go now?”
“Yes, you’re free to leave.” Dean nods, gesturing towards the door.
“Good, ‘cuz fuck this place.” Charlie sighs, leaning heavily into my side as we walk out the door.
We’re lying in bed, facing each other, with Nacho curled up above my head. My apartment is quiet, with only the sound of our breaths, mixed with Nacho’s purrs.
