Mansion: Right Where We Left Off

Everyone in the hallway freezes the second they hear Abigail's voice calling out to them. "Hello?" It says in a desperate voice of someone who sounds completely lost. Whatever arguments, Frank, Joey, Y/N, or anyone else was about to continue takes another wait as they look down towards where it came from. 

"Well, that's a lucky break." Frank remarks as he double checks his gun for anything dirty before following the noise. The others don't note of his interesting action, but don't say anything as they follow. Y/N making sure to grab his shotgun before he accidentally leaves it behind. The voice eventually leads them into another bedroom, perhaps the one they cuffed her in, but they lost their sense of navigation when the second body dropped.

When they march inside, they find Abigail sitting down on the floor against a bed frame, knees as she buries her face in them until she hears the door opening and sees their faces. "Alright, let's get this over with...." Frank sighs as he turns to his muscle. "Peter, wind up a good one and tie her up."

"Wait, wait?" Joey cuts in as she quickly stands in-between them, not liking those choice of words Frank used. Y/N and Sammy also look at him surprised. "What the heck do you mean 'wind up'?" 

"What you think, genius? In case you fell asleep somewhere....." Frank starts by briefly pointing at Y/N. "Numb Nut let this panicked girl go, and now she's kind of a risk by running around and knows about Valdez." He reminds her as he glares at her for stepping in his way. "So, we're gonna ask her some questions."

"Agreed, and we're going to do it nicely." Joey responds, but still stands defiantly in spite of Frank. The ex-cop then chuckles at him before trying to past her, prompting her to just swiftly pull out her gun and point it at him for the second time. This time, at his forehead. "Not however you plan to do it." 

Frank hums.... "Alright, Peter, ease up." He tells his guy causing Joey to subconsciously point hers at the muscle, allowing the cop to then swiftly take a step back and pull out his, now the two are at a tense stand-off. "You really like making me want to pull this trigger, don't you?"

"Undercover cops do whatever it takes to get the information they want, since the rules aren't exactly strict on them." Joey points out, causing everyone to glance at the ex-cop anxiously. "For all we know, you're still Valdez. So, the title of a leader no longer applies to you."

"Joey?" Abigail utters her name as she glances between her and the other male she remembers. "Y/N? What's going on?"

"Wow, you got a lot going on up there, Junkie, but your brain's not quite putting it together, huh?" Frank quips as if making fun of Joey with the way he's smiling at her. "You let a little girl get inside your head? You're not as smart as you think you are. The girl, though? She's fucking inspired, turning us against each other like this."

"You gave yourself away when you tried to kill Y/N. You lost your cool." Joey states with a hardened glare, causing Frank to hum with a mental laugh.

"Well, like it or not, little Junkie, we're going to have to get rough with her, period." Frank enforces a tightened grip on his handle, not losing his authority over the pain of the ass in the crew. 

"W-What?" Abigail quavers. Joey's jaw is clenches as she shakes her head.

"No."

"I'll do it." Peter accepts with a sigh as he gets ever so closer towards the girl who is desperately trying to crawl away until her back hits a wall. Y/N anxiously licks his bottom jaw as he glances back and forth at everyone, conflicted on what to do.

"Don't you take another fucking step, Peter." Joey orders menacingly as her foot shifts in a way that indicates how close she was to losing focus of Frank and changing her aim.

"It's, uh... it's my job, Joey."

"Look, I just want to get to the bottom of this, you know?" Frank insists to Joey with a raised hand as if trying to defend his actions before his ruler. "My team is dropping like flies, and..... well, my our guest has besmirched by good name, and I take that very personally, you know?" He says before glancing at Peter and giving him an ordering nod.

Peter swallows before reluctantly walking towards the kid. "No, no! Please!" Abigail begs as she's pinned between a rock and a hard place....

Until Y/N abruptly steps in between the two of them instead, cocking his shotgun and pointing it at Peter. "N-No one's getting rough with anyone." Y/N declares as he gives the muscle a hard glare, causing Peter to freeze before he pulls out his piece. Everyone's now in a stalemate though some people aren't as trigger-ready as the others. "Alright, l-l-let's just put her in a...... a safe room with locks and shit, so we can plan a way out-"

Before he can finish his sentence, a loud screech deafens everyone in the room before Abigail suddenly pounces on Y/N, crawling up his back. Everyone watches in horror as the little girl roars at all of them with sharp razor teeth and demonic eye. "What the fucking hell?!" The guy exclaims as she struggles with the beast. Peter tries to help as he pulls on the little demon's shoulders, but that only changes the target as she crawls over him and wraps hear claws around his neck.

"Aw, fuck! Get her off of me!" Peter begs as he stumbles around, knocking into various walls and furniture while no doubt regretting his action in trying to be helpful. Frank mentally swears as he takes aim, waiting for the perfect shot. Abigail opens her mouth for a bite of the neck right before he pulls the trigger.

Thankfully, he lands a clean shot right through the brain, causing Abigail to flinch as her blood splashes against the wall before falling off of Peter like a sack of potatoes, landing on the floor with a hard thud. "What the.... holy.... mother of..." Y/N breathlessly spits as he desperately crawls away from the body of the girl that just turned psycho. "Did she just try to....?"

"Did-did.... did she get me?" Peter whimpers as he looks down at his shoulder as best he can.

No one has time to say yes before Abigail sits herself up like Micheal Myers. "Oh, fuck." Frank groans. 

"No, no! No! No fucking way!" Sammy swears and books it the hell out of there, Peter does the same while making crosses with his hands. 

Everyone else, on the other hand. stands there shocked while the girl just casually wipes her forehead, the bullet-shaped hole disappearing the second her hand goes away, like it wasn't even there. She smirks at them in a way that's indescribably with all those teeth.

She stands up and shrieks at them menacingly, causing Joey to open fire, landing three clean shots on Abigail's torso and one on her face, as she and Frank back-step out of the room. Y/N would be as well, but he has to stand up, which allows the demon-child to swipe a claw against his leg, causing him to scream in pain before she pulls him back down.

By the time Y/N stands back up, Abigail grabs his arm and gnaws on his ring finger, causing him to scream even louder as one is bitten off and spat out on the ground like a poorly cooked meal. That isn't the end though as she does the same with his pinky, which comes off faster due to it being small, not being any less painful. "ARGH! Shit! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Joey doesn't leave Y/N behind and shoots Abigail again a couple more times in the side of her skull, but they still don't do anything. That is, until the Chicken Boy grabs his shotgun and frantically presses against her chin before the blast that follows sends her flying a couple feet away. "Grab my hand!" The medic orders as she pulls the gang's new friend up and out of the bedroom.

The two of them quickly work together to hold the door shut while Frank unlocks it and breaks it in a way that keeps it like that. Abigail starts banging on the door hard, prompting the ex-cop and Joey to hold on the door handle desperately while Y/N steps back and rubs his free hand alongside his face, letting him know that he got the undead's darker-than-crimson-red blood on his face, shirt, and jacket. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" He exclaims since that's the second time in a row, if Humans and whatever that was count as the same thing. 

"Fuck.... fuck, what the fuck? What the fuck?" Frank continuously swears quietly to himself as he and Joey maintain their hold on the knob until the banging, pulling, and clawing finally stop, allowing them to join Y/N in leaning against the wall. Joey is breathing way too fast for her lungs to handle while the cop shoots curse words like bullets. "Fuck! Come on!" 

The three of them sprint away from the bedroom with a psycho girl in it for the sake of their own safety, not willing to test the horror trope of a hand punching through the wooden door. When they run down the stairs, the adrenaline gives out and the wounded boy remembers something. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" Y/N yells with another you-know-what scream as he looks down at his bitten fingers while are still bleeding like a broken pipe leak.

Joey mentally curses, quickly running off before returning back with her stuff. "Sit down..." She instructs as she grabs Y/N by the shoulders and sets him down on the stairs, applying pressure to at whole where the ring finger used to be. "A little help?!" She requests urgently, prompting Sammy to snap out of her fear-based trance and kneel down to hold in the pinky's bleeding to the best of her ability. As she tends to that, the revelation dawns on everyone. "We kidnapped a fucking Vampire." The woman says it out loud.

"A ballerina Vampire." Sammy adds for good measure, a combination that would have anyone shaking in their boots. 

"Someone has been messing with us ever since we got here, D-Boy included, right?" Peter brings up with a panicking voice as he refuses to believe what the heck just happened. "It's got to, uh, got be some-some kind of trick."

"A trick?! The trick is supposed to be cutting a person in half with a usual practical illusion." Y/N reminds Peter before breaking extension by raising up his wounded hand. "Not biting off fingers, and literally fucking doing it!" He yells before Joey pulls the hand back to the less-bleeding position.

"I feel sick..." Sammy whimpers, and having to tend to a mutilated pinky hole isn't helping. Safe to say, they're not going to be doing any finger retrieving any time soon.

Peter drops his head with a sigh, knowing it's true, but still shaken up from almost getting bitten himself, lethally. "At least Valdez isn't in here."

"The fucking girl is Valdez, you moron!" Frank tells the slow man, who blinks at him perplexed, still not getting it.

"I thought her name was Abigail?"

"She isn't.... there isn't a....." Frank tries to explain, but throws his hands up and quits.

Eventually, the banging stops and everything goes silent in the mansion, signaling that Abigail is coming up with another sadistic trick while the poor sods consider their next course of action against the one thing none of them were prepared for. "We're all gonna die...." Y/N shudders, his earlier revenge oath not holding much merit upon witness who/what the killer is.

"Relax, okay? Keep that thought of yours to yourself." Joey comforts Y/N as she continues pressuring the bleeding thanks to Sammy while going through her kit for the cleaning tool. "We're not gonna die."

"Yeah, J-Joey's right." Peter agrees as he points to her, though seems to be shaking uncontrollably. "Maybe it's some kind of d-drug, maybe she's not a Vampire."

"Not a Vampire? Did you not see what that.... thing, did to Dean and Rickles?!" Y/N questions Peter as he abruptly stands up in spite of his injuries, still on the verge of getting a heart attack any minute now. "A little girl! And she tore them apart! They were fucking all over the place! Fuck! We gotta get out of here!"

"Hey!" Frank rapidly smacks Y/N across the face, stopping his frantic rant. "You're not fucking helping, Chicken Boy! And there is no way out." He harshly informs the guy as he stares at him with an offended look, holding his cheek as Joey and Sammy sit him back down. "I checked all the other doors Joey showed us. There's some kind of magnetically sealed locks, and these shutters are two inches thick." He states before glancing hopefully at Sammy. "You think you can hack the locks?"

Sammy looks at him like he's crazy. "With what internet?" 

"I don't know. You-you can't do it manually?"

"Well, even if I could, I don't have any equipment." Sammy points out, officially shutting down that Fallout-ass plan. "You know, there's got to be, like, a control room or something."

As Joey feeds Y/N some painkillers before pulling out a bottle containing something liquid-y. "Here, this might sting a little." She warns him as she opens the cap.

"What the heck is that?" Y/N questions her as he looks at the opened bottle as if Joey just revealed a needle. He flinches away when she tries hover it over his hand.

"It's battery acid." Joey answers with a blank face, causing Y/N to stare at her wide-eyed, genuinely believing it for a few seconds. "Just relax, okay?" She calms him as she irrigates the wound before moving on, talking with the group while tending to her patient at the same time. "Okay, what do we know about Vampires?"

"Th-That they're not real?" Peter answers non-helpfully.

"What are we talking about?" Sammy queries since their knowledge of the species stems films and at least one book one of them may or may not have read. "Like, Anna Rice, or True Blood, or, you know, Twilight? Very Different kind of Vampires."

"Well, it's definitely not a Vampire Diaries situation." Y/N chimes in while hissing at Joey cleaning up his wood like a mother tending to a child with a boo-boo. "U-Uh, her weren't black or anything when they changed."

"Okay, we know they feed off blood...." Joey starts listing off, causing Sammy to blink when she realizes she's being serious. "They can turn other people into Vampires."

"Oh, okay, fuck it." Sammy throws her hands up and joins it for the sake of it. "Um, they can turn into bats and stuff like that."

"Mind control, they make you do shit." Frank adds in.

"They don't have a reflection." Joey remembers.

"Not listening to this..." Peter mumbles as he puts his hands on his ears to desperately block out the noise of this constant humoring of a Devil's spawn. Either Abigail's attack has him really spooked, or the idea of the supernatural hits him in a bad place. 

"Okay, how do we kill a Vampire?"

"Garlic." Frank answers.

"A stake through the heart." Joey mentions the most universally agreed one.

"Crucifixes." 

"Holy Water."

"Oh, you're a fucking priest now?"

"Daylight is a big one." Sammy also brings up, only to get a loud scoff from Frank in response.

"Oh, that's a good one. But it's, um...." Frank sarcastically checks his watch in a snarky manner. "Three-thirty in the fucking morning."

"Th-There might an herb of some kind that they're weak to." Y/N suggests in spite of his pain. "Like Vervain."

"Oh, really? You see a garden anywhere down here?" 

"Shut up." Peter snaps he tightens his muscles, and everyone turns to see him as he looks ready to throw a random punch into the air. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up!"

"Hey, dum-dum!" Frank cuts off his panicking by grabbing the muscle's neck, silencing him as he gasps. Sammy and Y/N both wince at the boldness of their leader. "We got a real fucking situation here, so I don't give a shit what you think. Either you're helping us, or your two-hundred-seventy pounds of dead weight. Which is it?"

Peter growls before responding after a few seconds. "Helping." He answers, forcefully taking Frank's hand off of him with a hard glare. "Just don't do that again."

Frank takes his wrist out of Peter's grip, doing a good job at not looking scared from Peter's serious side. "There's pool cues in the game room. Go sharpen 'em into stakes." He orders, to which the muscle slowly nods before heading off, and the ex-cop turns to Sammy. "You, go check the kitchen for garlic."

Sammy blinks at him. "Alone?" She asks with her hands on her hips, which earns her a dirty look from Frank.

"Yes, alone." Frank confirms, his eyes enforcing her to go on and not worry about the thirty second walk. 

Joey is finished up doing what she can with what she's got to make Y/N's finger holes feel closed/cleaned up, though he might need more care by the time they're out of here. The guy makes another whimpering sound.  "Relax, it doesn't hurt that much...." The woman assures him in an effort to make him stop thinking about pain.

"I know..." Y/N admits with a quick nod, though his face holds nothing but agony inside. "I'm just a little bitch boy inside."

Joey smirks at him before standing up to turn to Frank. "What are you thinking?"

"I say we tool up and kill her." Frank answers with a passionate vendetta to get back at the girl who killed two members of his crew and made him feel something he never wanted in his life, powerlessness. 

"That's a mistake." Joey retorts with a serious look, having thought of that too, which is the reason it won't work. "You said it yourself, this girl is smart. She's been manipulating us from the start. We don't know if any of this stuff is gonna work, and even if it does, killing her would be the stupidest thing we could do."

"And why is that?"

"Because we lose the only bargaining chip we have." Joey sates, to which Frank blinks at her crazy. The bargaining chip that's trying to kill them all doesn't really feels like a poisonous chip with sharp teeth at the moment.

"Well, what do you suggest?" Frank sarcastically asks her, wondering what big brain plan she has to offer, assuming that isn't just an excuse for her to argue with him some more. Y/N awkwardly glances between them.

"We trade her to Lazaar for our lives."

"No, I'm not betting our lives on your fucking hunch."

 "I'm telling you, she's gonna see you coming."

"Oh, because you're so fucking insightful, trusting the psycho killer?" Frank remarks in a snarky tone, in an attempt to degrade her value in the argument. 

"Hey, lay the fuck off, alright?!" Y/N chimes in angrily as he stands up, causing them both to turn to him as he joins the argument without even realizing it. "She saved my life twice down there, where we playing cat and mouse with that girl while you were up here, jerking off to whatever-the-fuck-porn magazines." 

"And who the fuck are you, huh?" Frank questions him with an unphased look, though Joey glances at Y/N, surprised, as if no one's ever taken her side so verbally before. "You ever deal with the underground, Chicken Boy?"

"I deal with arrogant assholes like you who don't understand that you were ones who said no sauce with your damn chicken." Y/N barks back with a growl. "This is a trap, and you know it."

"No, debate is over! Decision made, okay?"

"I got 'em!" Sammy announces, prompting everyone turn to her striding into the room while carrying a sack of.....

"Sammy, those are fucking onions." Frank points out annoyed, causing Sammy to double-check her sack.

"Well.... I don't cook, I don't know." Sammy scoffs with a shrug, dropping the sack in a helpless manner. That doesn't excuse the fact that the things have red-colored layers and are way too fucking big to be the mentioned item. Peter then returns with the pool cues.

"All right, let's go kill us a fucking... Vampire." Frank declares as he cocks his gun, prompting Joey to mentally scoff.

"Good luck." Joey wishes them, causing them all to turn towards her. "Oh, I'm not going. I already told you why." She reminds him. "And if you slap me or put your hand around my neck, you'll lose it." She lets him know with a look that tells him that she means it.

"I'm not gonna touch you. Go put your feet up." Frank takes the message, raising up a hand with a blatantly fake smile before glancing at Y/N. "You coming, Chicken Boy, or not?"

Y/N is majorly conflicted as he glances between Joey and Frank who are staring at him with an expecting look, until he uses his experience with the bottom floor to help him come to a decision. "Um.... A-Actually, if the lady who knows kids says we shouldn't piss off the crazy and homicidal Vampire. I say we shouldn't piss off the crazy and homicidal Vampire." He gives in his scents and he stands next to the woman, causing the ex-cop to let out a loud scoff.

"Why am I not fucking surprised? What? Did you two start breeding or something when we weren't looking?" Frank remarks while rolling his eyes, wondering what got the two so hooked on each other this badly. At least, that's how he sees it. "Whatever... you two." He turns to his loyalists. "On me, let's hit the kitchen first." He advises as he glances down at the sack on the floor before walking away. "Fucking onions....."

As they head off, Peter sheepishly waving goodbye and Sammy giving them a thumbs up before they leaving with Frank, the two with saver money personalities turn to each other. "Did you actually think I had the better plan?" Joey queries Y/N, who cackles at her.

"Nope, still a little a bitch." Y/N confesses shamelessly, to which Joey nods as if having excepted it. The two go find a place to get their bearings. 

"Not the term I would use."

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Mansion: Upstairs

After grabbing the actual sack of garlic, and sharpening the pool cues into stakes, Frank, Sammy, and Peter walk up the steps to go search for the Predator that's messing with them. The leader obviously takes point, going in the direction of the room they trapped her in while trying to be as sneaky as possible.

They tip-toe into the fire-place room with the skinned-bear rug, pausing briefly when they come across the bottom half Rickle's that was dragged off, hanging from the ceiling like some sort of barbaric intimidation tactic. "Fuck...." Frank whispers while encouraging the gagging Sammy to keep moving before she throws up. Peter kisses his cross neckless before following close behind.

Eventually, they stand in front of the door, where Frank puts his hand on the lock before looking at the other two, who nod at him, ready. "Let's fucking go..." He says before the two them charge in....

Finding nobody inside.

"What the fuck?" Frank utters as the other two stand in fighting positions that know feel kind of wasted now. The ex-detective looks around until he notes the bedroom's bathroom door, there must've been a vent her little body would be able to crawl through and open at will with whatever strength she's packing. 

Then, music starts playing loud enough for the entire mansion to hear.

https://youtu.be/9cNQFB0TDfY

The three of them look up, Frank with a nerve ticked since it feels like the tune is making fun of them. He's determined to get the last laugh of Abigail in the long run. They go up the second set of stairs all the way up to the third floor of this mansion where they eventually trace it into what looks like a personal ballerina room, just much shorter than the one in that stadium. 

They charge inside, Peter roaring for war until they all freeze upon witnessing her not only dancing on the tiny-ass stage, but also seeing her dance with Dean's headless body. They knew she was a killer, but the sight of her in her ballerina dress, in a corpse's arms embrace, and now having blood dripping from her mouth, is something that will creep out anyone.

Frank and Sammy share a look, with the former ordering her to go test the garlic and stake her if it works, to which the girl shakes her head out of fear. Abigail puts Dean's dirty hand on her cheek while staring into the open spine of the ripped neck, until she finally acknowledges there presence. She drops the body and what she's doing with a seemingly embarrassed look on her face. "W-W-What's happening?" She asks, breathing heavily, but the trio isn't buying her act this time. "Let's.... let's just talk."

Sammy finally gets the courage to charge at the Vampire with her weapons, prompting Abigail to immediately drop the mask and shrieks at her before being the one that tackles her down onto the floor. Frank and Peter curse out loud as they watch her slap the hacker on the ground silly.

Abigail grabs the garlic from Sammy's hand and giving it a good sniff before tossing it away, before continuing with the slapping and punching at her ribcage. "Fucking help me, you fuckers!" Sammy calls out towards the guys who started this plan, prompting Frank to snap out of it and run at the Vampire with the stake. She grabs it mid-swing, however, and jabs the ex-cop's chest so hard that he falls down onto the floor with a raspy grunt.

Peter yells as he rushes over and strikes his stake at her, only for Abigail to grab and toss it aside. This prompts the muscle to resort to grabbing her by the waist, the Vampire shrieking and clawing at her arms like a kid who's trying her best not to get thrown in time out. Sammy moans in pain as she feels her ribs.

Although it looks like Peter has the strength to match Abigail, he's eventually taken to the ground by the Vampire who gets on top and rips the cross out of his neckless, grinning sadistically before then stabbing his chest with it like a shiv. Peter yells in pain as this happens in rapid succession, creating tiny holes all over his chest. Abigail pauses to smear some of the fresh blood over her face with a sanguine glint in her eyes.

Frank finally gets back up and takes the moment to try and impale her in the back, but Abigail is able to see the attack and grabs his wrist a second time, stealing the stake and stabbing him through the thigh with it. "Oh, fuck!" He screams in pain. Peter helps Sammy up as the two of them all back up towards the door they came here in.

"You're so bloody and so gross!" Sammy lets her know the three of them leave, to which Abigail giggles at their pain and easily failed plan to attack.

Needless to say, they abort the mission.

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(A/N) New chapter again! Back-to-back!

I got a little bit stuck on the part where everyone was arguing about what to do with Abigail for a moment, but I think that will be the only 'block' moment I have during this fanfic. Everything else should go according to plan since the misunderstanding with the criminals and Y/N are all now cleared up.

The rest of this is probably going to be the best for everyone that only came here for the Joey and Male Reader stuff, assuming what was written so far was lame, lol. (I know people were probably expecting something less subtle for this kind of fanfic) But that stuff only grows as the story goes on. At least, I hope that's what it looks like.

Anyway, plz vote and comment, any kind counts as feedback, and I'll see you all in the next one!