Percy Andrews

Age: 100 Physically: 21 Humanity: Off Vampire

[cmcreid-warriorprincess]

Carrie wasn't entirely sure what she was doing down here. There were plenty of other people - hunters, agents - who could handle Percy Andrews. She wasn't making decisions, she wasn't carrying out a mission. And she certainly wasn't here with Alex, holding his hand while he confronted a brother he never knew he had. Is that where she should have been? She had to shake the thought. This was a bad idea, and she knew it. But before she could turn back, he spoke.

"You caught me," she replied, almost smiling back. She hadn't expected how much he was going to look like Chris. Well, all of them, really. "I-... Sorry, I didn't mean to stare, you just-... You really do look like an Andrews."

[p-ercyandrews]

Percy's grin widened as it became apparent that this girl didn't think she should be down here. Either he was a hot topic in the rumour mill and she had snuck down here, or she was important enough to know about him, but not so important that she had a reason to be here beyond curiosity. He was inclined to believe the latter, especially at the mention of his family. "You know my brothers?" He asked earnestly as he approached the glass.

"It was a bit of a shock for me too." So he had known what they had looked like for decades, but it wasn't a lie that the first time he had seen them, he had been stunned that he resembled them. "Who are you?" Percy wondered out loud, making sure to add just enough infatuation to his tone for her to think he was enamoured by her.

[its-jess-bitches]

Jess had been reeling since she heard the news that there was another Andrews brother. Talk about a plot twist! She was so curious, she was practically climbing the walls thinking about it. She had to get down there. Did she sweet talk Russo into letting her through the door? Maybe. She would never confess. Well, probably never. He was always too easy, anyway. She practically bounced into the room, a bright and beaming grin already on her face when she saw him. Percy Andrews spoke, and her eyebrows shot up! Oh my god. If there was one thing that Jess never forgot, it was a certified hottie.

"Percy!?"

[p-ercyandrews]

The energy radiating from her was intoxicating, and Percy found himself grinning before she had even realised who he was. Edward had told him that Jessica Harvelle would be down here, but he had been prepared for this eventuality since the night she had been turned. "Jessica?" He put just the right mix of disbelief and excitement into his voice as he slowly moved to the glass, his hands pressing against it as if he could reach out and touch her. "You're here? How are you here?" He knew how, of course, having orchestrated the situation that brought her to Edward, but she wouldn't know that.

[dannymcreid]

Danny had learned to roll with the punches. When news came through that someone had brought in Chris Andrews, the last thing Danny had expected was the would-be ally to be, well, another Andrews. Weirder things had happened, though, right? When Ana asked him to head down to the holding cell and check him out, he agreed without hesitation. Danny could never fill his mom's shoes, no one could, but he'd try. He was - he is - trying. Ana wanted to know what he thought of Percival 'Percy' Andrews, how genuine he was and maybe more importantly... if he could help the cause. "Nah, I'm way underqualified," he greeted.

"I'm Danny," he added, waving through the glass. "How's, uh, your stay going?"

[p-ercyandrews]

Finally. The last time they had sent any eye candy down to him had been when Jamie tried to kill his brother and that intimidating woman came down to help her–full disrespect to the guards. Percy was on his feet in an instant, controlling himself enough to not press himself up against the glass–he felt like he could smell his blood from here. "Danny." A smile slowly crept on to his lips as he looked him over. There was no doubt in his mind that this was Danny McReid. Edward had failed to disclose that all of them were so visually appetising.

"Too underqualified to grunt?" His eyebrows raised, almost suggestively, but that was all his guards seemed to be good for. Percy looked around his rather empty cell; at his request, they had brought him a book, a tennis ball, and a Rubik's cube, but he was becoming restless. "Can't complain, but I might start if they don't let you back down here again." Was he laying it on a bit thick? Maybe, but better to find out sooner rather than later if he should set his sights somewhere else. "Something I can do for you?"

[scott-smith-hih]

Scott, itching to get back to work and more importantly far from the med bay where the radio was supposedly stuck on 'pop delights of the late 1990s', had not quite accounted for how much of a pain in the arse that would be. Firstly, there were stairs, and secondly, who the fuck was Percy Andrews?

Entering, Scott canted his head as he took a singular moment to gather his first impressions of their captive. "Oh, do you want a medal?" He could have sworn it was Chris sat there, sulking in a strangely sterile cell, but there was a certain degree of bloodlust missing in his general demeanour. Definitely a fucking Andrews in any case. Scott scoffed as he flicked over the pages of his perfectly stapled document, "not a guard. Damn, you must be the brains of the family." He held the last page up to the glass, "we need you to sign."

[p-ercyandrews]

A grin spread across Percy's face when the guy spoke, and he almost laughed. Getting to his feet, he approached the glass separating them. "Certainly feels like I'm trying to earn something." He didn't recognise this person, but that didn't really mean anything–it's not like Edward had an Instagram account to point out anyone of note, but watching him stand there with his paperwork, Percy couldn't imagine how he could matter. "Is that right?" He asked, brow raised. "In case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have access to my lawyer."

[p-ercyandrews]

It had been a few days since the big shake and still, no one seemed keen to fill Percy in on what had happened. He hadn't even really seen anyone of note–merely guards sent to make sure he was getting his rations and behaving himself. It was boring. He hadn't anticipated being locked up for this long–surely one of his brothers would take pity on him soon?

The door to the room opened, but Percy didn't even turn his head. The guards were no fun and never wanted to talk to him. "I'm still here. Still not committing crimes. Still–..." The figure came into view in his periphery and he finally turned, so socially starved that he grinned. "Well, you're not a guard."

@havensdalestarters

[j-amiemcarthur]

As quickly as the other boy had disappeared, Carmen was appearing in her line of vision giving orders to the guards that had just broken through. Jamie pulled herself up, still leaning back against the wall, but now she could see Chris being pinned to the floor by the guy who looked alarmingly like him and a panic washed over her. They were going to take him away. "No." It came out as a whisper, barely even a breath. Chris was going to disappear and she would never get another chance; not that she did too well this time.

Carmen moved in front of her, shifting her attention from Chris and her head shook automatically at her words. "I failed. I wasn't strong enough... I couldn't-..." Jamie was still firmly on the floor, but the room was spinning and forming sentences was hard. She had been so stupid. How could she have ever thought that she was capable of taking down a vampire. She was just a stupid girl and that's all anyone would ever see when they looked at her; the idiot kid that thought she could take down Chris Andrews.

His voice reverberated through the room and the words hit her- brother. There was another Andrews brother? Jamie's eyes darted to the figure backing away into the other cell and she suddenly became aware of the fact that he had been there the entire time, watching the entire interaction between them. She might have taken a moment to feel embarrassed about that if Chris' voice hadn't chimed in again, this time calling out to her- calling her name. Jamie scrambled forward, peering around Carmen as a syringe was plunged into his neck. She felt as desperate to get to him as he had sounded, but she stayed put; it wouldn't do to look like she cared. "What are they going to do to him?"

@kxllercarmen

[kxllercarmen]

"You were plenty strong," Carmen said firmly before she leaned down to meet Jamie's eye. On a quick once over, Carmen knew it could have been worse. She knew that Jamie McArthur had given it everything she had, and there was no shame in that. It was raw talent - but now wasn't the time to get into it. Now, she needed to recover. To live with her choices and move forward. Carmen lowered her voice, reaching out to hold her gently by the shoulders, giving her full attention. "Trust me. This wasn't your last shot at that rat." Carmen's meaning was clear. Chris Andrews still had a part to play yet. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be dying down here tonight.

"Not here," she answered, tilting her chin. She was all too aware of their unwanted guest's presence. Carmen wouldn't have let Chris kill Jamie, so Percy Andrews' hero moment didn't mean jack shit to her. She trusted most vamps as far as she could throw them, until she had a reason to change her mind. "Come on," she said softly, reaching out to hold Jamie steady and help her back up to her feet. She kept her arm around her, supporting her weight as they both stood.

Before she left, she turned her attention to Percy, face stoic as ever. "She's going to be fine. There's no medal in it for you, in case you were wondering." Carmen gestured to one of the agents to attend to the blown fuse box. The sooner Percy's cell was locked again, the better. Jamie was her priority now, but she couldn't help asking, "What the hell do you want, Andrews?"

@p-ercyandrews

[p-ercyandrews]

Percy's attention was glued to Jamie and this other woman, concern etched into his features, while he internally squealed in delight. This entire exploit had been wonderful; ten out of ten, would watch again! He let his delight show a fraction as he smiled, letting it look like he was relieved that Jamie was okay- letting it look like the woman's remark about the medal amused him. "That's okay," he looked around his cell, "I don't have anywhere to hang it."

Everything in him wanted to approach them; to run his fingers through their hair and sink his fangs into their necks- God, how he wanted to feed from the vein. He hadn't attacked anyone since before coming to Havensdale and, with them standing right there, it was proving to be the hardest part of this plan. His thoughts briefly drifted to the blood still coating his fingers- Jamie's blood- and he wondered if the cameras were angled well enough to see if he were to lick them clean.

"I've already explained what I want." Not to her, of course, but surely the cameras caught his last monologue. If they didn't? Tragic. "I came here to find my brothers. If it means I don't have to be alone anymore... I'll spend the rest of my days in this cell." Percy could point out that if he wanted to run, he could have. He could point out that he could have attacked Jamie, one of the other guards, her. Telling her these things like he deserved some gratitude for not being a monster would get him nowhere, would likely rile up some suspicion within her. So, he opted to let her brain fill in those details for him. She seemed smart; she would know the things he could have done, but didn't. He even refrained from turning his attention to Jamie, seeing the protective grip the woman had on her and not wanting to antagonise her further, or do anything to be perceived as a threat. His words were directed only to her, "I'm glad she's okay. I won't move from this position until your guy has fixed the panel."

@j-amiemcarthur

[j-amiemcarthur]

Jamie tilted her head back as his hand reached for her throat, not wanting him to get the upper hand, but not willing to back off. It was a foolish move; she should have taken the opportunity to run. The adrenaline was wearing off and exhaustion was hitting her hard. Her one chance to take him out and she had fucked it. She should have run. His touch was terrifyingly gentle- more gentle than she would have ever imagined him capable of- and his words... God, those words. Her eyes closed for the briefest moment, but she snapped them back open, refusing to break eye contact- refusing to feel... whatever she was feeling.

And just like that, his grip tightened, cutting off her oxygen as she was pulled upright. Jamie wasn't quick enough this time. Before she could even think of shifting to escape him, she was being thrust across the room and collided with-... Was that the control panel? Pain shot through her entire body, her vision going in and out of focus as she lay crumpled against the wall. Scott's voice echoed in her mind as she tried- and failed- to get back to her feet.

'It’s him - just him, or you, and every poor asshole standing in his way while he tears himself out of here. All because you believe that you, and you alone, have the guts to do what professional, goddamn adults can’t.'

He was going to escape and it would be entirely her fault. What had she been thinking? Who was she trying to fool? The spiralling internal monologue was cut off by Chris lunging for her, fangs bared, and she closed her eyes... only, nothing happened. Suddenly, hands were holding her so tenderly, lifting her head to get her attention. Jamie's eyes opened and a gasp escaped her as a beautiful man asked her if she was alright. "I-..." She was struggling to focus on him, but as his fangs extended and his eyes darkened, she was horrified to realise that he looked like him. And then he was gone.

@kxllercarmen

[kxllercarmen]

Here's the thing: Carmen wasn't going to let Jamie McArthur die. There was a certain risk factor, sure. She'd made it more than clear that she was willing to take the hits to get the job done. Carmen respected that, and she wanted to give Jamie a chance. Was it "ethical"? Was it "protocol"? Was it what the "Institute 2.0" was striving to achieve in this new world? No. But it was effective.

If the prisoner hadn't held Hostile 0622 - Christopher Andrews - back, Carmen would have decapitated him herself. Simple as that. The door practically exploded open, and she was barking orders with ease. "Take him to the sublevel, maximum security. Tell Xav it's now or never, I want him ready to go. And do yourself a favour - knock him the hell out before taking him down. No one wants to hear it." She eyed the prisoner with suspicion as the team rolled in to take care of Chris Andrews. "And what the hell are you doing?"

Glaring a moment longer, she turned to ignore them both and headed over to Jamie. She kneeled down, face and tone suddenly softening as she looked down at her. They were so close and there was so much commotion, no one else would hear them. At least, no one important. "You did good, McArthur." And she meant it, too. Jamie might not have been able to finish the job, but she'd given it a hell of a shot. This had been her shot, though. As far as Chris Andrews goes, this was it for her. "Gotta let my boys have him now."

@christopherbites

[christopherbites]

Chris growled in frustration as he was suddenly thrown across the room by his damned baby brother. They'd known each other for such little time, and Chris already wanted to murder him. As Percy pinned him to the ground after tending to Jamie, he snapped and struggled to no avail. Chris was feral, and trapped. When the men-in-black burst into the room, Chris felt panic build in his chest again - unwanted, unwarranted panic. A moment of humanity, a flash of fear. A weakness.

He started to thrash again, but it was no use. They'd weakened him and Jamie had taken what was left. 'Take him to the sublevel'. Chris might not have known the specifics of how they operated, but he knew it was thoroughly unpleasant. Whatever they'd done to Charlie, was most likely only the tip of the iceberg. He was going to die down here.

"Don't let them take me, brother," he said in a ragged whisper, tightening his grip on Percy, but it was no use. The agents were dragging him to his feet, moving to take him from this room to further down into the bowels of this hell. Before they could drag him kicking and screaming, he shouted - desperately - to her. "Jamie! Jamie! Ja---," his words were cut off by a syringe to his neck, his vision already blurring. His words were scrambled, hoarse and nonsensical, as the world suddenly blinked out of existed and he collapsed.

@p-ercyandrews

[p-ercyandrews]

Admittedly, Percy flinched as the door was blasted open and he half expected the guards to grab hold of him too, but the woman in charge gave her orders and they didn't seem to involve him. As soon as the first guard had their hand on Chris, Percy stood with his hands raised and backed up, knowing better than to give them a reason to want to take him to the sublevel too. He could only venture a guess at the exciting things they must get up to down there.

The woman was glaring as she snapped at him and the corner of Percy's lips twitched imperceptibly. What a vision. Maybe one day he'll get a chance to taste her. "Helping?" He offered, shooting a concerned look to the girl on the floor. "Is she going to be okay?" Percy didn't wait for a response, feeling the unease of the people around him, he backed up even more until he was back in his cell and took a seat on the floor. If they were ever going to trust him, he had to give them a reason to.

At the sound of Chris calling out to him, Percy shifted his attention to his brother, his brow furrowing as if this was difficult for him. "I'm sorry..." It took everything in him not to smirk as he was dragged away, but he was sure that he would be seeing him again. Jamie. His eyes moved back to the shifter, watching her reaction to his brother being dragged away. It was... interesting, to say the least. He had listened in as she told him she loathed him, but that expression didn't seem hateful.

Percy hadn't been here for very long, and he had taken this assignment thinking that his main focus would be on his brothers, but it seemed that Havensdale Valley was full of far more interesting people than the Andrews brothers, and he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into them all.

@j-amiemcarthur

[j-amiemcarthur]

Jamie couldn't think, couldn't process the surrounding information. There was only Chris and her, and her useless hand that wasn't strong enough to do what she needed it to; she wasn't strong enough. She felt like a child having a tantrum, kicking and screaming at the mall because her parents wouldn't buy her an ice cream. She roared until she couldn't- until her throat dried out. She pushed into his chest until she couldn't- until the muscle in her arm went limp. It wasn't fair!

And he was laughing.

His hand gripped hers and pulled, mocking her with an attempt to help. Jamie could feel her fingers sliding in deeper, but the ache in them made her sure that if he kept going, it was more likely that her bones would break before his. Her gaze was full of venom as she stared down at him, breathing heavily- panting, even. She tried to ignore the shiver that ran down her spine when he called her baby, convincing herself that it was disgust, but pressed up against him like this, she was struggling to formulate a coherent thought.

The pain in her wrist as he tightened his grip and tore her from his chest, snapped her somewhat back to reality. A whimper escaped her as her bones threatened to shatter under the pressure, but she held her position mere inches from his face. "Like you?" Jamie scoffed, leaning impossibly closer, their noses brushing, as she spoke through gritted fangs. "I abhor you. I detest you." Her other hand seized his jaw, claws gently imbedding themselves in his skin. "With everything that I am, I loathe you, Chris Andrews."

[christopherbites]

In all the time that Chris' humanity had been off, he hadn't felt quite so alive than at this moment. He hadn't been close to someone like this... maybe ever. Jamie couldn't kill him, despite giving it everything she had, and yet she stayed planted in her fury. Her breath was ragged, bloody lips and fangs mere moments away from his own. Chris had felt empty, forever seeking something to make his heart feel like it was beating again, his blood pumping like it had to again. Jamie McArthur got the job done.

His laughter quietened as she leaned even closer, deadlier and more impressive than ever. It was excruciatingly intimate. As her venom poured into him, he wondered if the rest of the world had ceased to exist. Chris couldn't focus on anything else. He had no idea if the Institute were about to break in, he hadn't given one thought to his new brother, who was watching this performance from the front row. No, Chris only saw her. Only felt her. Her claws pressed into his skin and he reached for her throat, but he was just as gentle. "That sounds like the beginning of a love story," he said in a low voice, just for her. "Not the end."

A minute or an hour could have passed between them as their eyes locked. Then, suddenly, Chris' grip tightened, and he was back on his feet with Jamie in tow. She was thrilling, yes. Delicious. A drug he could see himself succumbing to. But the facts remained, he had to get the hell out of here. With that, he threw Jamie with all that was left of his strength, and she hit the wall, hard. Something had broken, he could hear the electrical sparks of broken wires, but it didn't matter. He didn't notice that Percy Andrews' adjoining cell had opened, he was too focused on her. "But I've been wrong before," he said, moving to pounce and finish this before it had a chance to become ruinous.

@p-ercyandrews

[p-ercyandrews]

The last thing Percy had expected to see today was a young shifter hellbent on taking Chris off the board. He had no idea what his brother had done to deserve this elaborate break out scheme, but he was tickled. It had been an effort to look like he was horrified with what was happening, making a show of yelling for the guards and slamming his hands on the glass, but internally he was captivated. Who was she? How deep was Chris' attachment to her? How deep was her attachment to him? This whole scene was absolutely delicious and he wasn't even allowed to enjoy it.

He watched with outward horror (inward delight) as Chris stood, holding the girl by the throat before propelling her across the room. His hand came down to slam into the glass again, but it was in the process of dropping into the ground and, in his distraction, he almost tumbled over it. He was free.

Percy's eyes darted between them and the door, his neurons firing faster than the speed of light. If he moved to unlock the door- with the intention of letting in the guards that were currently pounding on the other side- it might look like he was trying to escape. He would rather not have to talk his way out of that. Really, there was only one option. At full vampire speed, Percy whooshed over, grabbing the back of Chris' collar before his fangs could break skin and launching him to the other side of the room. He crouched beside the girl, supporting her head so she could look at him. "Are you alright?" That was when he felt it- smelled it- the blood now coating his fingers.

Time for another performance!

Slowly, Percy lifted his hand towards his lips, but closed his eyes and clenched his fist at the last moment, turning his head from her. His fangs were bared in a dramatic display of self-control as he made a point of showing the camera that he wouldn't dream of hurting an innocent girl. His fangs retracted and he backed away from the girl, turning his attention to his brother. In the blink of an eye, he was on top of Chris, pinning him to the floor. Unlike him, Percy hadn't been deprived of blood and whatever had been filtering into the adjoining cell, hadn't been released into his. He was still at full strength, and holding down this little twerp was barely a challenge. "Stay down."

@j-amiemcarthur

[alex-andrews-hih]

As Percy finished up his short answer version of the story Alex scoffed. He'd been perfectly happy not knowing Percy so much as existed until about 20 minutes ago, and he'd be just as happy going back to that. Despite this, he couldn't help but listen intently to the longer tale, the contents of which he found to be believable, for the most part. "France? Quite the journey, sounds disappointing." Believable, however, was a standard that didn't hold much potency these days. It wasn't enough. Trust had to be gained, and Alex didn't throw that around for free anymore.

His brow furrowed as the newest Andrews referred to his vampirism, spurring an important question, "who sired you?" It couldn't have been Edward, surely. Alex' lips tugged towards a smile for brief moment at that possibility - it wouldn't surprise him at this point, despite the unlikelihood. "Popular guy, our Jordan. Who is he to you? I can go get him, he's normally quite sociable. Chris, you'd like to see Jordan too, I'm sure?"

Alex expression, which had mostly been a steadfast frown since entering the holding cells, softened into a look of confusion at his new brother's emotional recount of his actions since entering the dome. However, Alex wasn't about to delve deeper into this pointless bonding session for fear of connecting with a hope that - well, that he could have his brothers back. His family. Bring Corey back from the edge. Make Chris see sense. Edward would surely take this from him as well. "Well, consider us found. Hope we've lived up to your expectations. I'm sure, at least on my part, they weren't overstated. I'll leave you in the capable hands of the Institute." With that, he looked to Corey and nodded towards the door, urging them both to leave.

@christopherbites

[christopherbites]

Chris leaned against the wall of his cell as Percy started his seemingly never ending speech. He did listen, though. A part of him curious as to how this new brother of theirs came to be, both in the world and in Havensdale. It all tracked, made enough sense, and sounded tragic enough that Chris wasn't inclined to doubt him. Another bleeding heart in a long line of Andrews brothers. Chris thought back on his father, objectively and without feeling. He remembered looking up to him, this unshakeable force, strong and proud. Good and honourable. Funny, wasn't it?

"Thank you for that!" he shouted through the wall to Percy. He didn't much enjoy becoming the bargaining chip in this little scenario. If Percy was so interested in bonding with his brothers, it was clear he'd picked his priorities. Chris wasn't going to turn his humanity back on, come hell or high water. Corey and Alex were what he could have. In fact, he could be his guest. He could wait this bullshit out. He could get out of here.

It was then Alex mentioned Jordan, bringing a scowl to Chris' face. And then, he was moving to leave. He wanted to take Corey with him too. 'I'll leave you in the capable hands of the Institute'. Chris suddenly felt a pit in his stomach, something akin to panic rising in his chest. It wasn't, of course. He was fine. Suddenly, he launched himself at the reinforced glass between them. Again, it didn't budge. His fangs were bared, but he was still weaker than ever from the night before. "Don't you dare leave me in here."

@corey-andrews-hih

[corey-andrews-hih]

Corey couldn't help but wonder where he'd been during Percy's journey to find them. At any interval, could they have crossed paths? He had lived in his own past for months now, and it was hard to let go of the idea that there had been connections he'd missed. His heart flinched at the mention of Chicago. He'd always feel longing for their childhood home. "We had to leave," he recalled, but didn't divulge further. He remained silent as Alex instead seemed to speak his mind freely. When his brother signalled his wish to leave, Corey remained, still figuring out how these new puzzle pieces fit into their lives.

"Did you-" Cut off by Chris' eruption at the glass, he felt the same pity he'd given Jess run through him when she was locked behind bars. Tired, hungry. Yet, he knew he couldn't do anything to help him. Not right now. His words would be meaningless, but he still offered them. "No one is leaving. Alex," he said, stopping his brother in his tracks, "this isn't something we can run away from."

@p-ercyandrews

[p-ercyandrews]

"Well, my mother had just died and then I found out my father and half-brothers were long gone too, so I think disappointing might be putting it mildly." Percy snapped at Alex, as though it were a sensitive topic. Once upon a time, it had been. He could still remember being that scared human boy, discovering that he was all alone in the world; that he had traversed the globe... for nothing. "I understand." He added when Corey spoke, knowing now that they had been turned and had to flee. And then Alex asked that. Percy didn't miss a beat, a flicker of pain flashing across his expression. "I don't know." A lie, of course, but they needn't know that it was Charles Emerson who had sired him. "I met a girl at a protest in New York and I-... I took her dancing. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in the alley behind the dance hall and..." He trailed off, avoiding eye contact with his brothers in a show of shame. "I killed a lot of people that day." For the most part, the story was true; Percy just made a point to leave out Charlie's involvement.

He shook his head in a scramble to explain himself. "No. No, I've never met Jordan, but if he's here and would-..." Percy reeled in his excitement, "I've just heard so much about him. He's a legend." He let awe colour his expression, but when Alex made a show of leaving, his face fell and his hands pressed up against the glass. The slam from the next cell cut through the silence and Percy was getting a little irritated by Chris' interruptions. This wasn't about him, though he would be lying if he said it wasn't still mildly entertaining.

"Corey, please." His attention was fully on his oldest brother now, "I'll stay in here without complaint, I won't cause any trouble. All I ask is that you give me a chance to prove myself, if not as a brother, then as a friend." Percy poured every ounce of sincerity he could into his plea, even briefly glancing towards Alex before returning to Corey. "Should you find I'm no threat to you, but you still want nothing to do with me, I'll accept that too. Your people can knock me out and toss me in the forest somewhere, so that I can't ever reveal the location of this place." His brow furrowed and he allowed tears to freely fall down his cheeks. "I have nothing- no one. I just want a chance."

@alex-andrews-hih

[p-ercyandrews]

'Who the hell is that?'

[alex-andrews-hih]

"Well, you've just got yourself the most adorable doppelganger," Alex snickered at Chris, ignoring Corey's entrance until he heard his line of questioning. Turning to Corey in bewilderment, he exclaimed, "who cares where he's been? He's here in a cell." Returning his attention to Chris, he clapped his hands together gleefully, "a crisis would suit you. Feels like it's due time."

He listened as Percy answered Corey, uninterested in this particular subject matter, but his mannerisms caught his attention. The excitement, the emotions - he could see it. Himself. Corey. Both of them in this stranger. Didn't mean he'd have to accept him though. Family wasn't just blood. Alex walked to stand side by side with Corey to study the newcomer. "What do you want?"

@christopherbites

[christopherbites]

Chris couldn't help rolling his eyes at all three of them, newbie included. Perhaps he was the cynic of the group, but was anyone really buying this bullshit? His brow furrowed as he heard the emotion swell in Percy's voice, scoffing at his explanation. He bet that Corey would be eating this shit up. And Alex? Well, he was looking far too gleeful at the fact that Chris was locked up for his liking. He felt like he was standing in the middle of a Hallmark movie, and he wanted to exit stage right immediately. "Doppelgänger, huh? Well, if you're volunteering to take my place, brother," he directed at Percy, "Then be my guest."

He made his move to the glass of his cell door, annoyed that he was having to live through this back and forth. "Hey, this is touching and all-," he punctuated this by slamming his palm against the door (it barely made a ripple)- "But when exactly are you planning on letting us out of here?"

@corey-andrews-hih

[corey-andrews-hih]

Corey ignored Alex' grumbles as he poured all his focus into Percy. There were already so many aspects of his entrance into their lives that Corey longed to uncover, and the decades preceding it. The explosion causing a ripple in the dome stuck with him, but it took second place upon the mention of Joran and Ruby. Everything would always take second place when Ruby was involved, that much hadn't changed. Still though, he wasn't in a rush to lay bare his cards all at once to this stranger, despite their familiarity. "You knew we were here?" He asked quietly as Alex came to his side with a seemingly more pressing question.

Chris finally caught his attention with an aggressive thud to the glass, and he felt momentarily guilty for having ignored him. Often, he'd wondered if things would have turned out differently if Chris had received the attention he deserved. Perhaps glass wouldn't be separating them. Right now, however, he was relieved it was there. "I don't think anyone's planning on letting you out." He responded truthfully. "Not yet."

@p-ercyandrews

[p-ercyandrews]

Percy had to fight his instinct to smirk at Chris' complaints in the next cell. It was incredibly satisfying knowing that he was the one to put him there, and it made this whole scene all the better for it. He wished he could see him. As it was, he kept his attention on his other two brothers, now standing side by side and asking all the right questions. They were playing their parts excellently.

"The short answer? Yes, I knew you were here. And nothing. I don't want anything other than to know you." Quick and to the point, but severely lacking in detail, Percy hoped his response had piqued their interest. "The long answer...?" He shrugged, looking at each of them in turn, knowing fine well that he would have to explain himself, but wanting desperately to see the curiosity in their eyes. What was the point in a story without a captivated audience?

"I grew up knowing about you. When my mother died, I didn't have anyone else, so I did everything I could to leave France and get to America, but when I finally found your family home... well..." It was burned to the ground, of course. "I asked around and I was told that the Andrews family perished in that fire, so... I moved on. Tried to start a life. You can imagine how it ended up." Percy used a hand to indicate himself and his obvious vampire-ness.

"A few years ago, I heard that a war was coming; that supernaturals from all over were gathering in Havensdale Valley and mixed into all that, I heard the name 'Andrews' being thrown around- alongside Jordan Rickman, of all people! I wasn't foolish enough to believe it could be you, but I had hope. But then..." He dramatically flared his hands to indicate a puff of smoke, "It was gone. I forgot what I was looking for. I forgot Havensdale entirely. It was only recently that memories started trickling back in, and so... here I am."

His eyes glistened as he faked fighting back his crocodile tears. "I found Chris first, but it didn't take me long to realise his humanity was off. I thought he might have led me to you both, but when he didn't, I changed plans. I knocked Chris out and brought him to the McReid house, thinking the hunters of this town might help me if I brought them... someone from the other side. I didn't realise I'd be stumbling into this entire operation." Percy's brows knitted together, his joy at finding them turning a little sad. "I've been alone for so long... I just needed to find you."

@alex-andrews-hih

[alex-andrews-hih]

Alex hadn't been sure what to expect when Ana called both himself and Corey for a debrief but a family reunion sure wasn't it. Percy Andrews? Who the fuck was that? As soon as she'd said where they were held, Alex was off, leaving the logistics to his brother. There was only one way in hell he'd believe this, and that was seeing it for himself.

As soon as he stormed in he flew straight past Chris' cell to greet his new brother, no doubt interrupting their conversation. The resemblance was uncanny, to say the least. There was no doubt that this man was related to Chris. He analysed Percy for a fair few seconds before turning to Chris in the other cell with a smirk, "have you seen this?" He motioned to Percy while addressing his younger brother - the only one he'd had until today. His eyebrows raised in disbelief, "guess you're not the baby anymore."

@christopherbites

[christopherbites]

"Well, better a rose-tinted view than none," Chris mused, before he added, "Perhaps count yourself lucky you never had our darling step-daddy swooping in to save the day. It doesn't sound as if you could have handled it." If Percy was really so keen to have his little family reunion, to fall into the hearts and minds of Corey and Alex, he wasn't on his side. He wasn't on Edward's side. Brother or not, he was another enemy on a long list. Unlike Corey and Alex, Chris had no qualms about tearing out his heart if needed.

Although, admittedly, his curiosity was getting the better of him. "What exactly do you wa---," Chris was swiftly cut off by the unannounced arrival of Alex. He was angry. How interesting! Chris rolled his eyes at Alex's question. "No, brother, I haven't had the pleasure, given the fact that I'm in the adjoining cell. The wall is looking rather lovely though, so I'll let my imagination go from there." A scoff that threatened to become a laugh passed his lips at Alex's observation. "I can feel the existential, identity, crisis coming on already."

@corey-andrews-hih

[corey-andrews-hih]

Corey had excused himself from Ana after Alex' outburst to follow him, but only after querying the Institute's intentions with their capture. Unfortunately, he'd not been able to confirm just that before he'd had to go for fear of leaving Alex alone with Chris too long. The mere idea of the existence of a younger Andrews brother sat heavy in Corey's chest, and he'd entered the holding cells with apprehension. Doubt.

He walked past Alex antagonising Chris to see Percy in the other cell. He looked like them. He looked like Chris. He couldn't tell if he was like Chris, however. "Percy." He tried a smile, but it felt flat and insincere. This younger Andrews' sudden appearance in their lives worried him. There were demons in their family. Their personalities. Chris expressed the worst of it, and Corey couldn't let that happen again. "How long have you been here? In Havensdale?"

@p-ercyandrews

[p-ercyandrews]

Ah, the darling 'step-daddy'. If only he knew. "Is that so? Well, it sure sounds like you've got me all figured out." What a fun guy. His mind was going to be so blown if he ever chose to reveal the truth- something else for him to look forward to. The question on Chris' lips would have been a fun one to answer, but Percy couldn't be too disappointed when it was interrupted by the door opening. Showtime.

Using the wall as leverage, Percy pushed himself up and slowly approached the glass, his hands pressing against it as he stared at Alex. He smiled at him as he made his observations, letting excitement- awe- leak into his expression. "Alex?" The door opened again and he watched as Corey hesitantly entered the picture. This moment was... everything. For decades, Percy had been watching them from the shadows, but to have them see him? It was exhilarating. His smile grew, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at his family. "You're really here."

It wasn't difficult to fake the emotional response one with their humanity on would have to this situation. He had been honing his acting skills for years and it certainly helped that he was absolutely buzzed to be here. "I've been... outside for a while." He admitted. "I couldn't get past the town boundary, but then that explosion happened and there was a ripple." He waved his fingers against the glass, "I followed two other vampires through." The implication being that it was Ruby and Jordan. "I've been looking for you."

@alex-andrews-hih

[christopherbites]

Christopher. It wasn't entirely shocking that his assailant would know his name and, well, in this town everyone did. But there was something in the way that he said it. There was too much familiarity, too much anticipation. Chris felt himself move closer to the wall, suddenly feeling a shift in the air between them, as if he should be anticipating some great reveal too. Get them all together? Chris canted his head, running over all the names he knew of the traitors underground. The obvious answer was staring him in the face. He wasn't ready to see it yet. "I see you have a flare for the dramatic," he commented as the silence stretched between them.

Chris was practically clawing at the walls to know the answer now. The tension Percival had built up had its desired effect, even on him. And then the bombshell landed. 'As my brother', the words went around and around in Chris' head. If his humanity had been on, his reaction would have been bigger, he was sure. The implications of such a thing were so much bigger than he could comprehend. Another brother. Another vampire. Another... pain in the ass. Percy, if that was indeed his real name, had dragged Chris down here for a damn family reunion, making his stance clear. Chris didn't trust him, but at the same time he found himself not doubting him. That this particular truth, was real. After a long stretch of silence while Chris' mind was blown, he suddenly let out a loud and borderline hysterical laugh. "Dear old dad... Not so perfect after all."

[p-ercyandrews]

Percy grinned from ear to ear when he was accused of having a flare for the dramatic. Something they had in common, perhaps? Maybe it ran in their genetics to be a vacuum for attention in whatever room they inhabited. "What can I say? I was nervous." He turned slightly so that his back was now against their shared wall, and leaned his head back. "Can't say I anticipated being locked up beside you, though. That was my bad, but you have to commend their security."

He took a moment to look around the room- at the bright lights and white walls of his cell, the one glass wall making him feel like he was a new exhibit at the zoo, the world beyond that lead to the entire underground operation of the Resistance. Percy didn't much like being caged, but he was nothing if not a patient man. He would get out of this cell through manipulation or force- he didn't care which. So, despite the circumstances, he was absolutely tickled to have infiltrated this elusive location already. His attention shifted back to the conversation when Chris laughed, and his smile somehow widened. "I couldn't say. My mother certainly... romanticised the situation, and him. My view is a little rose-tinted, I'm afraid."

@alex-andrews-hih

[dailydamongifs]

[christopherbites]

Chris was already trying to scheme his way out of this. Who was the weak link? Corey? He definitely had to get out of here before they got any funny ideas about cutting into his head. Chris couldn't believe this had happened. No one took him by surprise. No one caught him vulnerable. And yet, this guy had. Who the hell was he? His brow furrowed at the sound of his voice, the sound of him moving in his adjoining cell. Chris walked slowly over to the wall, leaning his back against it while he listened to this stranger who spoke like they were old friends. "A blatant understatement, but go on."

His brow furrowed at his words. What did that mean? "You could have dropped me a text," he countered, "not fed me to the wolves." Chris could hardly contain the question, turning to face the wall as if he could bore through it to this asshole's face. "Who are you?"

[p-ercyandrews]

Percy always loved this part- the reveal, the first interaction- but it felt different this time. This was... special. This was decades in the making and he wanted to savour it- to bottle up the buzz in his chest and relive it over and over again. "A text?" He scoffed. Imagine. "No, a text simply wouldn't do, Christopher." It was a shame, really. Percy could see it- the brothers they could be. They would cause all sorts of mayhem together; maybe even rival the great Vandevieres for vampire siblings of the century. But, alas, his camaraderie, along with his freedom, would be sacrificed for the bigger picture- for the bigger masterpiece. "Please understand... With your humanity off, I saw no other course of action to get you all together."

Hearing the question made Percy feel giddy. They always asked who he was, but even if he told them, they never knew. He was just some guy, there to ruin their life with no apparent rhyme or reason. He didn't have the recognition of his maker and he liked that just fine, but here they would know him. It was tantalising. Part of him wanted to wait until they were all here- to see Chris' face when he made his confession- but he was sure that Ana would have already spoiled the surprise for Corey and Alex, and he could not contain himself a second longer. "My name is Percival." He paused for dramatic effect, "Percival Andrews. I hope, as my brother, that you'll call me Percy."

[christopherbites]

Chris' head was pounding. He was trying desperately to piece together the last few hours (days? months?) while fighting against the pain of his still healing wounds. He had made it from Dexter's garden, staggering to his feet, the tears in his flesh stitching up slower than he'd prefer. He'd needed blood, that much was clear. That much he remembered. Chris had been looking for the nearest heartbeat to tear into when a figure stood in his path. A shadow. Wait, no... Some fucking guy. What the hell did he want? Who the hell was he? Chris groaned, finally forcing his eyes open.

The guy, he'd said something about being... a friend? Next thing Chris knew, he was lying on the cold, hard, ground. The truth of his situation was slowly dawning on him. He'd been knocked out. Handed over. Locked up. The damn Resistance had got one over on him. How had they got one over on him? "Fucking hell," he murmured, sitting up in what was clearly a cell. It was then he realised, at last, he wasn't alone. He could hear him through the wall and while Chris had barely had a chance to interact with him, he knew who it was. "Hey genius... Was this your big plan?" @p-ercyandrews

[p-ercyandrews]

Okay. So, that hadn't exactly gone to plan, but he could work with this. When Chris Andrews had collapsed in Dexter's garden, Percy had been lurking at the edge of the woods, watching. It wasn't his intention to make his move now, but when an opportunity like that presents itself, you don't let it go to waste. Only, he wasn't quick enough. That tall drink of water had exited his home and swiped up his bounty before he had the chance to think up a dramatic entrance. And so, he was left to improvise. When Chris reemerged, Percy was there, waiting to introduce himself as a friend before stabbing him in the neck with a syringe full of-... well, he honestly stopped listening when Edward was explaining, but he trusted whatever magic was in it would do the job and voilà!

From there, he transported him to the McReid home, where a pretty little blond wolf glared daggers at him as he lay his offering down at Lillian Khaldun's feet and begged for an audience with the leader of the Resistance. It was from this point that his plan took a little detour, and he now found himself in a cell adjacent to his darling brother.

Percy had been awake for a little while now and, upon hearing Chris stir, he chuckled. Things might be playing out a little differently than his vision, but this was still pretty good. "Hey, sunshine." He sat a little more upright, excited to finally be communicating with one of his longest targets. "I won't lie to you... things could have gone better." He scrambled across the floor to the wall hiding Chris and placed a hand against it as he leaned his ear in closer. "You have no idea how long I've waited to meet you. I hope you can forgive me for the lengths I've had to go to."

[czdric]