It knows not how it sounds

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𝔸𝕊 Annabelle left the room and faced Don, she removed her mask. Don spoke urgently, "Someone stole my rifle." Annabelle looked at him, processing the information quickly. "Frank is Valdez," she stated. Don's eyes widened in surprise. "What?" he asked, confusion clear in his voice. "He told Gabriel," Annabelle explained, her tone urgent and serious. Don looked puzzled. "Frank wanted to leave. That doesn't make any sense."

Annabelle shook her head, frustration evident in her expression. "Nothing about this makes sense. Maybe he acted like he wanted to leave."

She rubbed her temples, trying to piece together the puzzle, while Don processed the revelation. "If he's Valdez and Lazaar's his boss, then why kidnap his kid?" Don asked, still trying to make sense of the situation. Annabelle shook her head again. "Maybe he and Lambert are planning a power play."

Don looked skeptical. "That skinny motherfucker rips people apart?"

"I don't know," Annabelle replied, her voice tinged with doubt. "People can have motives, but... something doesn't add up." She glanced at the closed door to the room where Gabriel was, a gnawing feeling in her stomach. Don stepped closer, making her feel slightly uncomfortable. "Aside from Frank, these guys are amateurs. You're Army, right?"

Annabelle took a step back, maintaining her composure. "Medic."

Don nodded, formulating a plan. "We can take 'em. If it's Frank, he'll know how to get out. Which means so would I if I spend about six minutes with him. You take the other two. Take the main staircase while I go south. We meet in the middle. We're gonna get through this." Annabelle nodded, her grip tightening on her gun. As they started to separate, a shattering sound echoed through the hallway. Annabelle turned around, her heart pounding, and saw Don standing still, twitching slightly.

"Rickles?" Annabelle called out, moving towards him cautiously. He was making soft gagging sounds, and the lamp nearby flickered ominously. As she approached, she saw a horrific sight: a chunk of his neck was missing, and part of his cheek was torn off as if an animal had mauled him.

Annabelle's breath caught in her throat, horrified. Don's body suddenly fell forward, collapsing onto her and smearing her with blood. She quickly laid him down on the ground, her mind reeling from the shock and horror of what she had just witnessed.

Annabelle walked down the stairs with her gun raised, her body tense and ready. Sammy turned around, eyes widening in shock as she saw Annabelle covered in blood. Instinctively, Sammy raised her hands in surrender. "God, what the fuck?"

"Where is Frank?" Annabelle demanded, her voice steady and controlled.

Sammy, still holding her hands up, pointed in a direction. Annabelle followed her lead into the bar room, where Peter had been playing pool. He stopped mid-movement, his eyes narrowing as he saw Annabelle aiming her gun at Sammy.

"Don't point that at Sammy, Odette," Peter said, his voice trying to remain calm.

Annabelle shifted her aim to Peter. "Seen Frank?"

Just then, Frank entered the room, drying his hands on his pants. "House is fancy, you'd think they could put fucking towels in the..." His voice trailed off as he saw Annabelle pointing her gun at him. "Oh. Hey, Odette." He raised his hands in surrender. "What's going on?"

Annabelle glared at him, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "Why'd you do it?"

Frank looked genuinely puzzled. "Do what?"

"Bring us here to kill us," Annabelle said, her grip tightening on the gun.

Peter and Sammy exchanged confused glances. Frank turned to Peter, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Don't do it, Peter."

Annabelle turned back to Peter, but he wasn't doing anything suspicious. When she turned back to Frank, he had his gun pointed at her. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but you don't sound very calm right now, Little Miss Paranoid, so forgive the precaution. You guys know what the fuck she's talking about?" Annabelle's glare didn't waver. Peter, trying to understand, spoke up. "I think she thinks that you brought us here to kill us." Frank's tone dripped with sarcasm. "Wow. Fantastic insight, Peter. Care to share what's on your mind, Odette?"

"You're Valdez," Annabelle accused. "You told the guy, you killed Dean, and you just killed Rickles." Peter looked at her, stunned. "Mr. Wrinkles is dead?"

Frank looked at Annabelle, confusion etched on his face. "I didn't tell that guy shit."

Annabelle didn't believe him. "Eрунда." (bullshit)

Frank smiled, a mocking glint in his eyes. "Wow. You got a lot going up there, ballerina, but your brain's not quite putting it together, huh? You let a guy get inside your head? You're not as smart as you think you are. The guy, though, he's fucking inspired, turning us against each other like this." Annabelle didn't take her eyes off Frank. "I believe him. С самого начала ты был куском дерьма." (From the very beginning, you were a piece of shit.) Frank chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, I hate to say it, but I think we're gonna have to get rough with him."

Annabelle's eyes widened, her glare intensifying. "No." Peter sighed, setting down the pool stick. "I'll do it." As he started to move, Annabelle snapped, "Don't take another fucking step, Peter." She didn't break eye contact with Frank.

Peter hesitated. "It, uh... it's my job, Odette."

Frank raised one hand in a gesture of surrender, his gun still pointed at her. "Look, I just want to get to the bottom of this, you know? My team is dropping like flies, and... well, our guest has besmirched my good name, and I take that very personally, you know?" Without warning, Frank nodded at Peter, who bolted for the door. Annabelle immediately chased after him, her heart pounding. She couldn't let Peter reach Gabriel.

Gabriel lifted his head as Peter barged into the room, his voice tinged with concern. "Gabriel?"

Peter's smile seemed forced as he approached, gun pointed at Gabriel. "I'm very sorry, okay?"

Gabriel's shock was evident as he watched the scene unfold, though a small smile played at the corners of his lips as Annabelle burst in, knocking the gun from Peter's grip. She swiftly twisted his arm and aimed her gun at his head. Gabriel caught sight of her face, a rush of admiration flooding over him as he fell in love with her all over again.

In a mixture of shock and fear, Gabriel questioned, "Odette, what's happening?"

Annabelle's tone was firm as she spoke, her grip unwavering. "Just sorting something out."

Peter grimaced in pain as Annabelle tightened her hold. "I'm just trying to do my job, huh?"

But Frank's entrance escalated the tension further as he aimed his gun at Annabelle. "Fucking put it down. I'd really prefer not to have to fucking shoot you." Annabelle released Peter and shifted her focus to Frank, her own gun ready. Gabriel, growing increasingly confused, implored, "What is he talking about?" Annabelle directed her attention back to Peter, commanding him to stand. He complied, his hand clutching his shoulder in pain. "Frank, just shoot her," he urged, stepping closer to the gun.

But Annabelle remained steadfast. "You're not touching him."

As Gabriel watched the exchange, his initial fear giving way to a sense of calm resolve, he began methodically freeing himself from the cuffs. Meanwhile, the tension among the group reached a boiling point as they were arguing back and forth, with Sammy finally interjecting, "Guys? Guys!" Gabriel's sudden movement drew everyone's attention, and as they turned to look at him, "Whatthe fuck? How the fuck'd he get out of those cuffs?" Frank spoke as Gabriel covered his face momentarily before revealing it, his teeth sharp, releasing monstrous scream, sending fear to the group. 

"Holy fuck!" Frank's voice echoed through the room as Gabriel pounced on Peter, who screamed and struggled to fend him off. "Get him off of me! Fuck!"

Gabriel, in his frenzied state, prepared to sink his teeth into Peter's flesh, his primal instincts taking over. But before he could strike, Annabelle reacted with lightning speed, her shot ringing out and hitting Gabriel squarely in the head. He crumpled to the ground, blood splattering the wall in a macabre display.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Frank muttered, shaken by the sudden violence. Peter, gasping for air, stumbled backward, clutching his neck. "Did—did he get me?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear. Annabelle's gaze lingered on Gabriel's motionless form before he unexpectedly sat up, startling everyone in the room. Sammy fled in terror, her panicked cries echoing down the hallway.

Peter made a quick sign of the cross before darting away, seeking safety, while Frank and Annabelle were left to confront the nightmare before them. Gabriel wiped blood from his forehead, revealing no sign of the bullet wound, his smirk sending shivers down Annabelle's spine.

"Nice shot, mi amor," Gabriel spoke, his voice dripping with flirtation. Annabelle fired again and again, but her bullets had no effect on him. Frank sprang into action, pulling Annabelle out of the room and locking the door behind them, with Gabriel pounding furiously from the other side. Breathless and shaken, Annabelle leaned against the wall, her mind reeling from the chaos. Frank stood beside her, his expression mirroring her bewilderment. "What the fuck?" he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. With a shared glance, they knew they had to move, and they ran, leaving Gabriel's enraged cries echoing behind them.

"We kidnapped a fucking vampire," Annabelle stated flatly, the weight of the situation sinking in as they stood in the front entrance room. Sammy, her hands tangled in her hair, echoed Annabelle's shock, "A ballerino vampire."

Feeling the tension rise, Annabelle placed a comforting hand on Sammy's shoulder, her gaze flickering toward the stairs where the chaos had unfolded. Meanwhile, Peter attempted to rationalize the situation, his voice strained with disbelief, "Someone has been messing with us ever since we got here. Right? It's got to be, uh, some kind of trick."

Turning to face Peter, Annabelle shook her head, her expression grave, "I don't know anyone that could pull off a trick like that. Do you?" Sammy's distress was palpable as she voiced her discomfort, "I feel sick," prompting Annabelle to wrap an arm around her in a gesture of support.

Peter, still grappling with the unfolding reality, tried to find a silver lining, "At least Valdez isn't in here." Frank's response was terse, his frustration evident, "The fucking guy is Valdez, you moron." Peter looked bewildered, "I thought his name was Gabriel."

Annabelle couldn't help but facepalm at Peter's misunderstanding, muttering under her breath, "Oh my word." Frank, visibly irritated, rubbed his temples in exasperation, "He isn't... There isn't a... Jesus fucking Christ."

As the realization sunk in, Annabelle's attention was drawn to the stairs, where the banging of the door had finally ceased, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.

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By: SilverMist707

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