VEGAS BABY

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Both Silas and Quinn were struck into silence by Gabri's outburst. Silas looked apologetic, Quinn only grinned roguishly. Gabri won some points in the vampire's book for finally having some fervor. Quinn gave a nod at Taxi's words, acting like everything made sense despite his own curiosity as to what the hell Gabri was talking about. Grim reaper, him? Yeah right.

Silas shook his head and rubbed at his face, groaning a little quietly. He'd just gotten out of the organization and into the real world after decades of testing. Being flung into one strange scenario to the other was starting to make his head spin. Finally, after taking a short breather, Silas sat tall and try to clarify the situation.

"Let me get this straight. You two are vampire, GAY vampires," Silas said, pointing from Quinn to Taxi, "you're the grim reaper," A hand motioned in Gabri's direction, "And I'm a werewolf."

"Yep." Came Quinn's cheeky reply.

"Well, gee." There really wasn't a better way to sum the situation up. Silas scratched at the bridge of his nose and tried to handle things calmly. Quinn was busy dancing his fingers of Taxi's thigh while staring at the man lewdly.

Silas tried to ignore that and plastered a smile onto his charming face.

"Why don't you tell me how all you met?" He questioned innocently. Hopefully their answers would shed some light onto everything, making this strange happening easier to accept.

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"A." Gabri replied after they were done speaking, quieter then usual, like he wanted to balence out the loud shout he had embarissed himself with alittle bit ago. "A reaper; there's more then one." He had never met another, but it was logical reasoning that there just had to be more. The Pole simply could not kill everyone who needed to be killed, plus he was mortal himself- which, in all honesty didn't make sense- so there needed to numerous amounts of reapers. He still wasn't planning on buying this whole vampire/werewolf business, but if they weren't going to drive him for proof (which he couldn't supply as they could not share in his hallusinations) then he didn't want to openly doubt them. Taxi was something alright; Gabri wasn't ready to admit to 'nosferatu' or whatever nonsense the blonde nightmare had called himself, but he was something.

It was a start at least.

The boy decided that he liked Silas and even Quinn had a certain meat-head appeal that he couldn't entirely dislike. He was scared of the guy because of the looming risk of bodily harm, but he didn't hate him. Gabri was actually reminded of an old friend of his, whom was less muscular but equally as sarcastic. Pi was his name, like the dessert, and his name was Pi because he was a mathmatical genius even though he couldn't add 78 and 56 without counting on his fingers. Gabri never believed he was really a mathmatical genius, but Pi did think that and that's what mattered in the end, because you simply did not argue with a genius.

How did they all meet? Gabrjel waited to see if anyone else was going to talk first. When they didn't, he said in quite the simplest of tones:

"Taxi was being attacked by crows, so I stopped and gave him a ride to Sin City. He found my hatchet under my car seat and wanted to come with me so he could take the blood out of the next person I had to kill. He did; it was cruel. The police chased us out of the hotel though because they found a head in the laundry, and we had to stay in Taxi's stolen appartment." he paused for a moment. "It was very messy, but I cleaned it. The appartment didn't work though because when we left a," a blush. "prostitue shot taxi in the face because she reconized us from the news, and we had to run again. Taxi asked if I could jump the building roof tops and I said I could, but he didn't believe me so he told me to run and then jumped off the building. When he came back to the apartment he was missing half his head and the rest of him was broken. I think you were drugged, hinny, because you thought everything was funny. I put you in the tub- his clothes were on. I'm not gay." That part was added for good measure, looking at Quinn for a second. "and after a while you started screaming, and that was my fault because I forgot to take out the bullets. I did though, and I left once Taxi was comfortable because I was a bad omen and didn't want anything else to happen to him. They arrested me in philadelpia a while later and put me in an asylm. I don't remember much; they gave me alot of perscriptions. Taxi came and got me out somehow- I'm sorry, hinny, I don't remember how you did it." he purposely left out the incident with the Hyena, as 'nazi fuck' had made Taxi very upset last time. "But we went to another hotel in Vegas afterwards. Then Quinn came in tonight and threw a bed at me."

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Good. Silas seemed to have a handle on the situation now. And Gabri was taking care of explaining what happened, for a good long while. It sounded interesting and he probably should have been listening, but there was a serious distraction. And it only took very small things to take his attention away from important things, so this was beyond and above his control.

Fingers he had missed so dearly moving on his unfortunately clothed thigh, a shudder running along his spine. So very aware of every inch of his body and how it felt at the moment and of his surroundings. Gabri talking about something, Silas listening, the way Quinn looked at him. The way he SMELLED. Gods that was a fabulous smell, the sort of masculine musk that was unique to him and him alone. Would have to steal a piece of his clothing so if the bastard went missing again he wouldn't be without it. Not a sock. Maybe his underwear. Did he even ever wear any? It would be kinky as hell to carry them with him. Oh. Dirty thoughts. No, you were meeting his brother. Behave.

But he didn't waaaaannntttt toooo. Whinneee. Ass wiggled in the other vampires lap, but before he could do anymore Gabri was finished. Arrgg. Was it his turn now?

"Uhh, we met in a park. I bumped into him. Then we had sex in a gazebo." Oh, damn, wait, you were trying to be a good boy and not talk about that! Too late. Hopefully he didn't embarass anyone TOO badly. Afterall, it was the truth. That was how they met. "Shit happened," Not wanting to elaborate on the private going-ons of their relationship. "He dissappeared mysteriously, now we're here."

None too discretely he rolled his hips while resting his head on Quinns shoulder, looking up at him. Just the slightest crease inbetween his eyebrows, a tiny frown. "Mind explaining where the hell you went?"

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Quinn was too preoccupied with naughty, naughty thoughts to really pay attention to Gabri's story. He caught tidbits every no and again but it wasn't as if hearing the whole tale would've helped much either. To Silas Gabri's words formed something that he could only describe as pure insanity. The more the boy spoke, however, the more Silas was starting to come to the conclusion that things weren't right "up there." He had some screws loose or something, he must've hallucinated a lot of things, including why his intended victims were his intended victims. It was a lot easier to accept then to believe that the meek Polishman could be a grim reaper. Not that Silas had believed that in the first place, not really. But in a world full of vampires and werewolves, the sandy-blonde haired man was starting to consider everything as at least possible.

Now if only his brother and Taxi would stop playing all flirtsy. It was starting to make the guy uncomfortable, especially seeing his brother of all people getting comfortable with another man.

"Ah, thank you for telling me everything so indepth, Gabri." Silas said bearing a smile, though in his blue eyes one might catch a glimpse of nervousness. The werewolf wasn't sure how to take things so he resorted to something comfortable, something that would make him feel better.

Yelling and berating Quinn.

"Now WHY would you throw a bed at such a nice young man?" Silas questioned, only to gain more fervor as Taxi told him how the two met. " You had SEX with a stranger in a gazebo? Quinn, have you lost all your senses? Where are your morals? WHAT WOULD MOTHER THINK?" Oh yes, this made him feel much better.

Quinn had the presence of mind not to stand up in his indignation, lest the man send Taxi sprawling to the floor. He settled for pointing. Pointing with as much enthusiasm and threat he could manage, that is. Quinn was menacing enough to make the simplest of actions at least slightly scary.

" You weren't THERE, so SHUT UP. I thought Gabri was boning Taxi, so I got pissed and threw a bed off of him. The little shit was hiding from me." He shot a look in Gabri's direction, a break in his tirade. " No offence, and I know you aren't gay" Back to Silas where his face reverted into that mean, mean scowl of his.

" And shit, SILAS, you've been hold up in an institution for YEARS. Living forever gets boring after a while, you know? So I had to do something to fill my time."

"So you chose sex with STRANGERS?"

"Is there a better passtime?" Getting cheeky now.

"I.... just answer your partner's question, Quinn." Silas relented, rubbing at his eyes with a sigh. He felt a killer headache coming on.

In his defense, Quinn almost looked apologetic. Almost.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm only screwing Taxi exclusively now. No more strangers."

Silas's groan was muffled within his palms.

"Quinn, I really don't want to think about you having sex with anyone, thanks. Just answer the question."

The vampire gave a shrug and finally turned his attention to Taxi's, brilliant green eyes meeting the blonde's slightly duller pair.

" When we were at Romania someone managed to get a letter to me, right? I don't know how, but they did. Makes me wonder how the hell they found me. Anyway, the letter said that Silas here was still alive." Quinn sniffed, lips pursing as he tried to determine what next best to say.

"I went to Alaska, I know, what the fuck right? Anyway, I met with a guy there who took me to this, uh, facility. Apparently they're trying to find a cure for vampirism and werewolf...ism. Saw Silas in a shitty state so I killed a guy and broke him out." Quinn looked to his brother then.

"We traveled around a bit. He shifted, I wasn't prepared, he mauled the FUCK outta me--"

"You know that wasn't my fault Quinn." Silas interjected, hurt clear on his face.

"I know, now shut up and let me finish. So anyway, I was hurt pretty bad and had to spend time recovering. After that I had to track Silas down AGAIN. Then...somehow we ended up here.... and...I killed another guy. He's in the tub." Quinn's brows furrowed as he went off tangent.

"Um, I think that's about it." The man then offered Taxi one of his trademark roguish grins, though it faltered a bit when he obviously sobered. "I was thinking about you the whole time, you know. I couldn't tell you because I knew you'd want to follow. And hell, I was afraid something bad was going to happen. So....I didn't want to risk you...you know?" For all that he lacked in eloquence, Quinn made up for in earnestness.

Silas rolled his eyes but wisely kept silent. He sent Gabri a look that said "can you believe this sappy mumbo jumbo?" and smirked.

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Bummer for Gabri that Silas didn't believe him and that Taxi wasn't paying attention to back him up because the entire story had been completely true. He had made alot of edits though, but all of the actual events were there. No head-made up tales, nope. Of course, if any of these people hung around him long enough they'd be seeing plenty of those in due time, but as it were, just the 'bearable' truth for now.

Those weird gray eyes of his were usually fine tuned to seeing another's reactions, but his attention was drifting so he didn't get to see meat-head's nicer brother get nervous. His dozing off didn't last long though because another round of sibling-fight-night started up, and he had to admit that although Quinn was quite horrifying, he was also very funny. Especially if that horrifying angry rage thing was not aimed at him but rather someone he probably wouldn't actually hurt. As for the sappy stuff that dog-boy was rolling his eyes at, Gabri just shrugged his shoulders. In all honestly, he preferred mushy love to furious bed-throwing. It made him uncomfortable and he didn't particularly like the idea of gay relationships, but it wasn't any of his business so he stayed out of it. That and he'd get beaten up if he said the wrong thing and probably make Taxi cry. Somehow. And that would be his fault and he'd feel guilty and then he'd have to go to great lengths to reconcile his mean-ness.

Inwardly, he found it funny that while Taxi had been breaking him out of an institution, Quinn was probably breaking his brother out of one at the same time.

"Years? Why didn't you leave before that? Don't you like being a werewolf?"

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He couldn't help but match Quinns expression to a lesser extent, turning his head and pouting at Silas. Afterall, he'd also had sex with a stranger so it was as though the werewolf was berating them both for the deed and questioning both their morals. But all he had to do was make his sad little hurt face as things were being taken care of with more shouted words. Pout. POUT.

Did they always yell like this? It was a bit difficult on the ears after a while. Maybe it was different with brothers than it was with sisters. It was a good thing Taxi was sitting on his lap, because the blonde was afraid something physical may have broken out otherwise. Oh well, they seemed to be done, so he could stop frowning now. Atleast Silas referred to them as partners, which was sorta nice.

He listened to the story, though he was still looking quite concerned. Lip slightly out, brows just a bit downward, and by the end of the tale it hadn't changed.

In a very precise and deliberate motion his forefinger and thumb were raised, placed together then released to flick Quinn square in the forehead. "That's very sweet, Kuschelbär, but if you ever ditch me again i'll beat the hell out of you." And then after the short bout of grumpyness at being thought of as weak and therefore left behind he turned back to smiles, nuzzling the side of his face. While in such close proximity to his ear Taxi chanced to whisper, "What were you thinking about me?" before turning innocently back to look at the other two.

"I'm sorry you were stuck in an.. institution for that long, Silas." Hand idly wrapped around Quinn, playing with the hair at the back of his neck with his fingertips and lightly scratching. What happened to the werewolf was pretty damned depressing. Trying to cure werewolves and vampires? Some humans were just so annoying and begging to be eaten sometimes.

The knowledge that he mauled his own brother made him wary. Very, very wary, and it triggered that instinctual dislike of werewolves he was trying so hard to repress. Taxi knew he would survive anything thrown at him, and Quinn would to, but the German made a mental note to keep watch over Gabri.

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Quinn stared up at Taxi and only grinned at the German's threat. Threats were good, threats meant that he cared. Quinn was totally ignorant to Taxi's nickname to him, but Silas was privy to exactly what the word meant. He'd taken German in college in the hopes of becoming a translator. Once the war was over, Silas decided, there'd be even more need for good translators with a sense of politics. Those plan had been thrown off course when a rogue werewolf came snarling into his life.

He hid a smile behind a hand and feigned a cough, telling himself not to laugh. Quinn could get downright mean if he was unhappy and though in most cases Silas would jump at the chance for a good brawl with his younger sibling, it wasn't a wise thing to do. Or polite considering they had guests. Besides, Quinn was even more of a brute then he had been in their human days.

Human days? Well if that didn't make the man feel like a freak.

"Oh I'll show you -exactly- what I was thinking, I promise." Quinn quipped his voice light but so very, very suggestive. He slipped a hand under Taxi's bottom and gave a good squeeze, grinning like the devil.

"Quinn, really," Silas' exasperated voice. The older brother's face was completely unamused, almost offended. Quinn shot him a dirty look and relented, deciding to behave, if only for the moment.

His brother put in his place, Silas turned his attention to Gabri and offered a wan smile. The boy had asked the question so innocently that Silas almost felt like he was missing something, as if there was something good to be drawn from the life of a werewolf. Well, there was the extended life, but Silas wasn't too sure how to feel about that.

He scratched at the back of his head and breathed out a sigh.

"No, not really, Gabri. When I change I do bad things-- things I'd never normally do under any circumstances."

"Like tear me apart?" Quinn offered helpfully, the tight smile on his face saying that he was still a bit annoyed about his brother's attacking him.

Silas shot him the most heated look he could muster, instantly wiping the smile from Quinn's face. The vampire slumped back into the chair and avoided Silas' gaze.

"As much as it pains me to admit, Quinn's right. I hurt people, people who don't deserve to be hurt. Though, in Quinn's case, he might be the exception." Both brothers glowered at eachother for a moment before Silas looked away to continue speaking.

"That's why I wanted to be in the program. I wanted to believe there was a cure. But after decades with no proof of success, it was starting to wear on me. I was fortunate Quinn came along to break me out." Another long sigh, a brow lifted as the corners of his mouth pulled back into a tight light. " And so you find me here." Silas knew that his somber mood would've put the others in an awkward sort of situation so he took it upon himself to change the subject.

But in a room full of vampires, a werewolf and a reaper, it was going to be from one grim subject to the other.

"I'm curious, Gabri," Silas said, turning his blue eyes to the man. "How exactly does a reaper select his victims?" He rose a brow. It was vital information assuming he was going to be spending time in the killer's company.

As much as Quinn was interested in hearing the answer, he was far too fascinated with the hem of Taxi's pants, fingers dipping in the fabric to graze a smooth hipbone. Silas shot a narrowed look in his direction, Quinn only smiled innocently and mouthed a "what?"

[Rip]

When dogboy was finished, the Pole replied, "Well... you are one." His voice was simple but almost painfully sincere.

'You are one' was a finalized statement. If you can't change it then don't try. You are what you are. Gabrjel had a very difficult time understanding self-loath and thought it must be a very lonely thing to experience, and for that the nicer brother had his sympathy. Silas had said he didn't like being a werewolf, which meant that he didn't like being himself. Unable to think 'being' a werewolf was to, say, 'being' a lepor, the Pole related it to hating your own species rather then hating the effects of a disease. Gabri often saw things in black and white rather then the colors and symbols his brain liked to flash infront of his eyes. Vampire, werewolf and so forth were things rather then afflictions- well, that's what he thought anyway. It would make no sense to him as to why a poodle would want to be a lion or why a moth would want to be a caterpillar again. Confliction with yourself was much worse then suffering from illness.

At the mention of reaping, he looked uncomfortable at first but after figuring that he already said the basics, it couldn't hurt to go much further. Rolling his eyes to the ceiling in thought, he debated only for a short two seconds at most. "Crows. They sit on shoulders, usually. Sometimes not, depending on the person." After a moment, he added, "You wouldn't see them. People stay ignorant, and it's better that way." He thought about adding that those who're dead but still there tend to keep their crows with them. Taxi, for example, practicly had them crawling out his ears. As for Quinn, there was a grinning black bird with no shine to it's eyes perched on his arm, leaning it's head in close to catch every little word he and Taxi exchanged.

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The blonde squeeked when Quinns large hand grasped him, and then in even more surprise turned his head to look where that voice came from. Daamnnn, Silas looked like HE was the one who just got his ass grabbed. What a spoil sport. It wasn't their fault they couldn't keep their hands off eachother, it had been so god damned long since they had last seen eachother. And Taxi had already been denied reunited sex AND makeup sex. It was most unfair and the teasing touches and raunchy promises weren't helping the situation any.

And AGAIN they had to mention that Quinn had been hurt, and by his own sibling, and it made something in the pit of his stomach hurt and bother him quite insistantly. No, don't dislike his brother just because he's a werewolf. It's not his fault. See? He doesn't even want to be one. Just like you, had zero desire to be of his own kind. Although, being a vampire was far superior to being a... a...

He shook his head to clear the thought, focusing on the conversation again. Sometimes Gabri was far wiser than he looked, just as Taxi appeared far stupider than he was. Clever little Pole. Him and Silas seemed to get together quite well, which pleased him immensely to the point where he happily snuggled back into Quinn. Quinn who was touching him again, leaving tingling lines on his flesh wherever those fingers moved. Oh, not good, even the tame gesture was incredibly arousing right now.

Cold musicians hands snatched the one that was infiltrating his pants and held it in both of his, knitting their fingers together and toying idly with the digits while listening. Or trying to.

The crows? Oh right, the crows! Gabri had mentioned them when Taxi politely asked, for once not having to threaten to kiss him or something equally embarassing. And that was right before the incident with the head, wasn't it? And right after the one with his hand. And after a seriously disturbing masturbation session.

"Mausi," Taxi was excellent at keeping any strain out of his voice. "What about the others? The dog?" He vaguely recalled something about catholics or something like that being mentioned, but as always, he hadn't really been paying much attention.

The vampire brought one of the other mans knuckles to his mouth, biting it in thought before adding something. Dull green eyes skirted over to Silas, "How'd you get bit?" Maybe not the most cheerful topic of conversation, but he was curious. Werewolf attacks were vicious and the blonde wanted to know the circumstances. Besides, it was keeping his mind off of the body beneath him.

((Mausi means little mouse, btw.))

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Silas still considered his "species" to be human. The werewolf was a curse, an affliction. He related it to the psychosis of others. Where some lost their minds, heard voices, and hurt people uncontrollably, Silas considered himself very much the same. When he shifted, he lost all sense of himself. He became insane. He did things he didn't want to do. The man had almost killed his brother and that would continue to eat away at him for as long as he could remember the incident. Well, not the incident specifically, but the fact he'd committed the act. The angry gashes that had riddled Quinn's body could only be created by a creature as fierce as a werewolf. The vampire had been missing half his face, unconscious when Silas returned to normal and found him. He'd left his brother out of fear that he'd once again hurt the man, but Quinn hunted him down.

Ever since youth Quinn had always tagged along behind him and Silas still got the sense, some times, that Quinn still looked up to him. Quinn would never admit to it, but he did. To him Silas still held all the answers. Even after decades of living and apart, Quinn had never really grown out of the role of little brother.

"Crows?" Silas repeated, his tone soft and saying he didn't quite understand. He turned to Taxi, though, when the German asked him a question. Silas didn't bat an eye. It was Quinn who flinched in place of his brother. As much as they fought, Quinn didn't want to imagine Silas getting mauled.

"It happened close to home, actually. We lived in a rural area, farmland. Plenty of place for things to hide. Cattle had been turning up mauled and eaten. We thought it might've been a pack of feral dogs." Silas swallowed and scratched at the bridge of his nose.

"In anycase, to make a long story short, I agreed to help Mr.Harley watch his cattle at night. Of course I told him I could do it alone. He's an--was-- an old man. There was no way I'd let him stay up. That's when the werewolf attacked, when I was isolated. I survived, somehow. But after I started to wake up in strange places covered in blood and naked-- I started to wonder." He gave a shrug.

"I couldn't remember what happened. But evidence pointed towards me doing...unspeakable things. And that's why I disappeared."

"And why everyone thought you were dead." Quinn interjected, sobered. He leaned into Taxi and returned the man's affection. Taking his hand and grazing his lips over the knuckles.

"Precisely." Silas said with a nod. " But you're one to talk. Everyone thought you were dead, too."

" And now were the one's alive, and they're the ones that are dead." Quinn flashed a small smile at Silas, on which his brother aptly returned.

At least they had eachother.

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The color drained from his face when Taxi meantioned the dog, and Gabri quickly shook his head to indincate that he had no intention of explaining. The crows were enough information; he didn't want to go into the spies and punishers. All too happy to hand the floor back to Silas, he went quiet and listened.

Or, at least, listened as well as he good.

The white dog absolutely adored attention and though she had no name she always seemed to know when she was being adressed. In the middle of the werewolf story, which Gabri was trying very hard to hear, a scratching, creaking, screeching noise scraped across the floor. The high pitched noise made him wince, but the sound carried the same real-but-surreal quality so he knew none of the others would hear it. Trying to look without being obvious, Gabri could see the white behind of a furry animal, lurching forwards and back as if it were dragging something. The screaming noises like nails on a chalk board continued louder as the animal appeared all the way, walking backwards in a 'stop-go' dragging method while it pulled a rocking chair along with it. The legs of the half toppled over chair were creating huge gouges in the floor, and the wounds in the wood and torn carpet bled red and stitched themselves with thick black wire.

Trying not to show distress, the boy slid his hands into his pockets to keep from rubbing them out if nervous habbit. The white german shepherd with the yellow eyes placed the chair between Quinn's chair and Silas' couch. She lept atop it and it gave a nasty squaaaaaaaaakkkk. The bitch sat there pushing her weight back and forth, rocking in the chair, with the lips pulled back and spit dripping down her teeth. Azrael's assistant smiled at the wannabe-reaper. He didn't return the gesture.

"That was kind of you." Instead, he spoke in a small, quiet voice. Not happy about being ignored, the dog began to bark. The barking turned to baying and the baying turned to wild howling. When the noise was deafening he stood up and muttered 'excuse me' and something about the bathroom- it was hard to hear himself- and walked away quickly insearch of it. Dead body or no dead body in the tub, it was better then a migrane and making a fool of himself by responding to something he knew no one else could see.

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Taxi Teufel Ungeheuer was an incredibly emotional creature, and he rarely tried to deny or hide his feelings and wanted to experience them in the fullest. It made him feel human to be able to display such a range of them so quickly, even if they were often over dramaticized. So it was unsurprising what happened next. Afterall, he had already been through joy, anger, and an incredible horniness tonight. What was left?

It wasn't ENTIRELY his fault though. A lot of the blame could be put on Silas and Quinn for telling such a god damned sad story. The average person may have gone, 'Awwww' and left it at that. But when green eyes traversed across the room from one brother to the other during their tale of woes, it was too much for him. Siblings lost in time, thinking eachother was dead. Well, one WAS technically dead. But it didn't lessen the tragedy. Seperated from eachother for all these years, and there was no mistaking the sadness he had seen in Quinns eyes when he spoke about his past and his family members. Torn apart by horrible circumstances, and finally brought back together, reunited at last. And this bond was one that Taxi would never have with Quinn and envied.

One look at their faces was all it took. That smile. For all of their bickering and fighting, there was still that brotherly love still there after all of these years kept apart. A sniffle, letting go of the hand he held to cover his mouth with his. Eyebrows tilted upwards, looking ever so slightly wet.

This was too sad. Too cute. Too touching. So much emotion in one day, even he couldn't handle all the stress and drama.

"Ummm-" The vampire had noticed Gabri looking distressed, he was damn good at reading people. "Silas," Flawless voice was now a bit shaky, accent thickening. "Can you um, go, make sure Gabri's ok, he's, um," Words sounded like they were on the verge of breaking and releasing some horrible torrent. "Not well." Yea. Crazy. Go, go check up on him before Taxi starts to cry. Although he was going to deny it, even as he sat on the verge of tears. Or maybe flee before you get hugged.

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Taxi was right about one thing. The bond between the brothers was something truly special.

In actuality the difference in age between Silas and Quinn was ten years. Meaning that if Quinn was forever twenty-four, Silas was around thirty-four or so, though he appeared much younger.

That said, Silas was very much the big brother. He'd been the one to scare away the monsters in the closet and under Quinn's bed whenever they started to growl and hiss their threats. He'd even worn the cooking pot over his head that Quinn insisted for protection. Silas' weapon against the horde of dastardly bogeymen? -- their mother's wooden spoon.

Silas had always been a hero in Quinn's eyes, a person who held all the answers. He'd been the successful one, the one with all the skills. Silas was booksmart, charming, able to learn languages quickly and able to pick up any instrument easily. Despite him shining in every area that Quinn was found lacking, the younger brother could never resent the older. In fact he was damned proud of Silas. Instead of bragging about his father's exploits, it was his brother's.


Silas can do this....

Once Silas and I....

Oh yeah? Well my brother can....!



Once, on the rare occasions that they visited a big city, Silas and Quinn had been ice skating. Quinn fell awkwardly, fracturing his arm in two places. It was near Christmas time so the streets were busy, getting a taxi would've been hopeless. That and Silas hadn't had any money on him at the time. What he did do was change their skates to their shoes and pick his brother up, giving him a piggyback all the way to the hospital. Quinn was thirteen at the time, Silas twenty-three and taking a short break from lessons at a university.

Quinn had thought his brother was a superhero at that point, carrying him like that. Wasn't he heavy? He was a growing boy, after all.

Even now, when Quinn looked at Silas there was still that glimmer of worship in his eyes. As if Silas could still carry Quinn on his back that far, despite Quinn being much, much larger than him now. And if it came down to it, Silas would carry him any distance.

That was their bond.

Gabri's quick retreat was enough to break the spell of familial bond that had fallen over the brothers. Almost as soon as Taxi had suggested it, Silas was on his feet and following after Gabri. He was worried the man might've fallen ill or something, and seeing a rotting body in the tub wasn't likely to help the situation-- serial killer or no.

His knuckles rapped lightly at the heavy wood of the bathroom door and Silas trained his ears, trying to catch any noise that might come from the room and the man within.

"Gabri?" He asked gently, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. "Is everything alright?"

In the living room Quinn's eyes lingered on where his brother had vanished. Even with their constant fighting, Quinn was glad to have him back. Over the years of solitude, loss, and vice he'd lost some sense of who he was. With Silas here and alive, Quinn was starting to remember just that.

Bright, brilliantly so, green eyes shifted to Taxi and Quinn smiled possibly the warmest and most whole smile that the German-- or anyone since his "death"-- had witnessed. He was happy, he had everything he could ever want, here in a dingy apartment with a dead man rotting away in the tub. To each his own, really.

Quinn placed a chaste kiss against Taxi's jaw and pulled away, smiling a curious sort of smile.

"You alright babe?" He asked softly, trying to keep his voice as even as possible. Quinn was pretty emotional too, he just hid it damned well. Sometimes it was hard, though. Here with good relations and the love of his not-life, Quinn was ridiculously happy. He'd hold onto the moment as long as he could, as happiness, he learned, was often fleeting, which made it all the more sweet.

[Rip]

Gabri sat on the lid of the toliet and cradled his head in his hands. His brain was rattled from the dog he could still hear carrying on in the other room, and his skull pounded, but as the baying died down so did the ache, and he slowly lifted his chin to settle them on his fingers. Grey eyes red and puffy from tears that had been pooling in them, the wannabe reaper sighed though his nose. He only turned to look to the left when a little splash caught his slight attention.

Rotten things normally did not bother him, as he was quite accustomed to the unpleasent. Rotten food, rotten animals, rotten people, rotten places. But, those rotten things did not usually move, as this one was. In the tub lolled the dead man, pushing himself back and forth, back and forth in the water- using his puffy, swollen fingers to grasp the rim. His face was grinning and green and distorted with eyes filled with pus. The reaper had conversed with dead things before, like an old half a skeleton who often played riddles with him when he was bored, but this vile thing unnerved him. It wasn't a spy, but it wasn't good either. Slowly lowering his hands, Gabri thought of heading for the door when the body climbed out of the tub, falling over itself and splashing murky, brown water this way and that. It crawled and scrambled on the floor, coming at him quicker then the Pole could have ever expected, and Gabri had enough time to draw his feet up on the toilet lid before the man gripped the sink and pulled himeslf up, looming over the boy and dripping slime on his clothing. It's mouth opened and noises exploded out of it's throat, but the puffy tongue made it impossible to form words. Shrinking away in terror at the insane babbling, Gabri stared up wide eyed and heart pounding with mouth open trying to scream, but he couldn't scream because the man's slime was making his tongue swell up now too and no words could come out- nothing but a groan and his hatchet was too far away to grab and his head was hurting so bad oh god the smell-

Is everything alright?

The man vanished instantly, going back to being very dead in his tub.

"Y-yes." Just a whisper, though relief swept over him when he found he could talk. He moved across the room and opened the door, smiling his usual polite smile. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a little sick. I think you forgot your friend in the bath though. It's ok though I think. He was a rather vile man while he was alive. Someone should take him out of there though- he's not much better dead."

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi watched as Silas left, following him and waiting till he was out of view. And then as soon as he felt safe to, Taxi shifted himself around. The blonde was now straddling Quinns lap and pulled him arms around the other mans neck in a tight hug, holding onto him and pressing himself close.

Okay, the brother was gone, no need to save face anymore. Now he could let the salt-water fall from his eyes and burry his face in the crook of the other vampires neck. Tears came openly though with very little sound, it didn't matter to him if Quinn knew. Hell, if Quinn didn't like it, then he could lea-

"Never leave again!" A plea, tearing away from the part of the others shirt he had gotten wet and looking him in the eye. One hand pressed to the side of his face, loving the rough texture, smoothing his fingers across it. "I'm so glad you're back. And your brothers back too. This is- Sniff- So nice." A poor abused sleeve was rubbed against his eyes.

Tears of joy. Something the blonde rarely got to experience and relished when he could and made zero attempt at stopping. He was happy that Quinn was happy, and that he was back, and that his brother was so nice and sweet and that Gabri was ok (as far as he knew, and as ok as Gabri could ever be) and and and. It really was far too much, too hectic of a night, too wonderful. His two favourite people and somebody he sensed was going to quickly become one of his favourites.

Mm. Yes. Things were looking up.