Are We Even Gonna Make It? ➽───❥
Elias ‘Stack’ Moore x Childhood Bestfriend!Reader
Unfortunately, your time with Elias was cut short once you hear a commotion outside the room. What could it be? Well..You’re in for a rude awakening. Part. 1
wc: 6,578
warnings: Cunnilingus (again yes hes a munch), thigh riding/dry humping, dom!Elias (yesssss), squirting, Elias is a lil mean at first but he’s so in love :(, jealous!Elias, overstimulation (r!receiving), blood, triple k mention unfortunately, death/violence, guns/weapons, Mary is HIGHKEY a villain (sorry for the mary slander i fw her), previous: remmick x reader
an: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG GUYS!! I wrote it but then had to rewrite it kinda bc i messed the scene order up, it’s also not directly following the plot bc it works better this way, trust me. again i’m so so sorry for the wait! LONGEST FIC WOOHOO!!
feedback is always appreciated and welcomed! <3
Both you and Elias turn your heads towards the door, you feel yourself holding your breath in hopes of being able to hear the other side.
You can’t make out any words being said, but the sound of a scream is undeniable.
Elias and you quickly make yourselves presentable. You hold onto his clothed arm tightly as you both approach the door, but before you can open it, you hear countless rounds being shot continuously.
You yelp, and Elias pushes you behind him, your hold on his arm only gets stronger at the flurry of voices just a few feet away from you.
“‘Lias,” you whisper. He doesn’t look at you, instead reaching back, and squeezing your hip in response.
“Please…Be careful,” you’re nearly trembling behind him. Elias puts the arm that you’re holding on the doorknob, while the other wields his knife.
Elias then rips the door open, and the sight before you makes you feel sick.
A dead man, right in front of the door’s threshold, with blood pooling from his neck’s bitten arteries.
Then you see her—
Mary.
But now, she has crimson coating her lips down to the low collar of her dress. She has countless bullet holes in her body, yet she still stands as strong as a statue. Elijah stands a few feet in front of her alongside Sammie; the twin heaves and a mixture of frustration and anger is radiating from him.
Mary snaps her head in your direction and smirks as if nothing had even happened. You notice the glowing of her eyes, making you shrink even more behind Elias—if that’s even possible.
She does a double take between you and the Moore’s before speaking. “We gon’ kill every last one of ya,” she then sprints out of Club Juke faster than a jackrabbit.
The joint is empty, save for Annie, the Chows, Pearline, and Delta Slim, who run over to the scene.
“What the hell happened?” Annie exclaims. Sammie stutters out the events that occurred, but you find yourself tuning it out.
Mary had killed a man. But not with a weapon—no knife, no gun—but with her own teeth. That glow—that agility even after being shot up more than a hunted deer in the woods.
“We?”…She said "we?” Annie mutters. The thought makes you shiver.
More of those evil souls, with glowering gazes and monster-like movements.
How many were there? Were they just as strong as Mary? Stronger, even?
Your mind was going a mile a minute, as you pondered the endless possibilities of what these people things may have in store.
As if he could read your thoughts, Elias fully turns to you and grabs your upper arms. “Nobody gon hurt’chu, I’ll make sure o’ it,” he murmurs tenderly; he’s still firm and sure.
Elias has kept you towards the back of the joint, sitting pretty on the stage while everyone clambers about. You tried to explain to him that you weren’t some little girl who needed to be guarded, but Elias wasn’t hearing a word. His overprotectiveness both made your eyes roll and your heart flutter in your chest.
After sitting there long enough to make your butt hurt, you faintly hear a voice coming from outside the joint. You see Elias and Elijah share a look, before heading to the doors. Sammie almost immediately follows, holding onto Pearline’s hand; Slim, Grace, Bo and Annie reluctantly follow along.
The doors open and you hear Elijah talking to whoever resides on the other end of the threshold. You decide that sitting down isn’t in your best interest.
You’re getting up to stretch your legs—not because you can’t fight the urge to be nosy.
That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.
The closer you get to the door, the more you start to pick up on the voice of the unknown individual.
You can tell it’s a man by the riveting baritone waves of sound. For some reason, his voice resonates within you. The familiarity of his tone nestles deeply between your bones and echoes inside of your skull, all you can feel now is pure, and utter confusion.
After finally getting close enough to peer out the door through the small herd of bodies, your breath catches in your throat. Your heart begins to pound wildly, and you press a hand to your frame in hopes of taming it.
The way that his eyes dart to you makes you feel as if he had a sixth sense dedicated to you. You knew that face all too well.
You almost missed the way that the pupils of his bright blue eyes flickered from a radiant red, back to their normal black shade.
Keyword: almost.
What you didn’t miss, however, was how his shirt, suspenders, and his chain were all caked in blood.
Fuck—was he one of them?
Your thoughts are interrupted once he speaks, “Mo ghrá..” He murmurs. The group parts like the red sea, making it so that you could see him clearly. You’d be lying if you said that hearing his sweet, breathy tone didn’t make your knees weak.
“My love..”
“Remmick..” You murmur, your voice not louder than a whisper in the wind. Your gaze is set on the Irish man, and you miss the confused, yet almost pained look written on Elias’ face.
Remmick’s grin grows tenfold, “I-I knew we’d cross paths again, darlin’.” Your face feels as if it were on fire as everyone looks between both you and Remmick, as if the two of you had grown two heads.
“Chaill mé thú, mo chuisle,” he murmurs, yet it sounds so much louder amongst the silence.
“I missed you, my pulse,”
You shake your head frantically, “No—no, you—you were gone, Remmick.”
Remmick tilts his head at you slightly and furrows his brows, “An-and I missed ya every damn day, darlin’. Believe me when I say that.” He puts his hands out as if he were trying to calm a startled animal.
You lip quivers and your eyes start to burn, your vision grows blurry, but you quickly blink your tears away.
“You’re the one I came for,” he chuckles breathily. “Yeah—yeah, you, a-and...” Remmick pauses once Sammie steps beside you, “Sammie,” he drags out sinisterly, his eyes shining red yet again.
You can’t help but shift and bring yourself in front of Sammie, almost as a way to protect the younger boy.
“I sensed you—I sensed you both. I want to see my people again.” It’s like Remmick was boring into your soul as he spoke. “I’m trapped here…But your gifts can bring them to me.”
Your gaze shifts to Elias, who stands next to his brother as they both keep a hand on their respective weapons. Remmick claps his hands together, diverting your attention back to him.
He did it on purpose.
“Y’all give ‘em to me, now,” Remmick’s tone feigns innocence, “Just give me a lil’ Sammie, and my lass—we’ll let y’all live.” His pleading sounds more threatening if anything. Elias tightens his grip on his dagger and looks at you both wearily and fiercely. It’s sure as hell not because his life was just threatened, and Remmick seems to take note of this.
Remmick cocks a brow at Elias and smirks, “Oh…You ‘n her?” He trails off, pointing his finger between you and Elias. He averts his attention back to you and chortles, “You done replaced me, baby?”
You furrow your brows with a sudden wave of anger, “No–don’t give me that. You were gone for years! Y-you left me!” Your voice grows, your agitation wraps around your words and seeps into the night sky.
“Yet my undead heart still beats for you, and you only.” He speaks slowly and squints his eyes at you, almost in disbelief at your defiance. His smile quickly returns to his face, but instead of making you feel warm, and fuzzy as it once did, it makes you feel nervous, and even scared.
“Y’know what? That’s alright, darlin’. Yeah…I hope he been lovin’ you the way you needed,” he pauses and damn near giggles. “‘Cause ole’ Rem is back now, baby. ‘N once I getcha, I ain’t fixin’ to leave ya, ever again.”
“That’s enough,” Elijah grumbles, before stepping in front of you. Your chest feels tight, and you hide yourself within the back of the group as they all stand next to Elijah, before you eventually walk back to the end of the juke joint.
“They belong to us—they belong with us,” you hear Slim state firmly.
“‘N I ain’t gonna let that happen.” Elijah spit.
There’s a tremble in your step as you inch closer to the wooden platform. You can practically feel Elias’ anger radiating all the way from the barn’s opening to where you sat—a jittering mess.
Would Elias think of you differently now?
In all honesty, you know you did no wrong. I mean, did he expect you to only keep yourself company while he was off doing God knows what with dozens of women every day in Chicago for seven whole years?
It’s not like you shared a bed with Remmick; the thought had crossed your mind once or twice, but no matter what, your heart still belonged to Elias.
A part of you truly wishes that you could’ve pushed your feelings aside to allow Remmick to love you in ways nobody had. He was one of the kindest spirits you’ve ever encountered, and you had always fancied his promises of eternal love and life.
You couldn’t stray too far from Elias, despite how hard you tried, your soul wouldn’t allow it.
The commotion dies down, but the sound of heavy, quick footsteps does not—unfortunately for you. You don’t even know why you’re worried, but your heart’s restless beating doesn’t falter for a minute.
You look up at him and his face shows more than just mild irritation. You can’t tell if Elias is mad at you—for whatever reason—or at the fact that his first night back in the Delta was ruined…Maybe it’s both?
“Y’told me I was the only man you been with? What–so you was lyin’ t’me?” Elias wastes no time in interrogating you. You can see the group looking your way behind Elias, but once they meet your gaze, they disperse. Elias clears his throat once he notices your attention diverted.
You scoff, “No, ‘Lias! When I said I only been with you, I meant it!”
“So what was that? He over here callin’ you baby ‘n shit for no reason, then?” He throws his hands up in disbelief, letting them then slap the sides of his thigh.
“Okay–yes I dated him! But me ‘n him didn’t do nun, believe me when I tell ya, Elias.” You say with a sigh of irritation.
Elias’ face darkens, you can both see and sense the new-found tension pulsing. “So..He ain’t ever touch this body of yours? That’s whatcha sayin?” He inches closer to you, making you stand up on the stage to somewhat match his height.
You look down at him slightly as your faces remain close together, “I ain’t a liar,” you whisper.
And with that, Elias grabs you by your waist, hoisting you off of the stage and over his shoulder. You paw at his back as you let out a squeal, which sounds more like a screech.
Nobody seems to acknowledge the pair of you heading back to the very same room you were in earlier in the night, or at least they choose not to speak on it.
Nobody but Elijah.
He saw the grip that Elias had on you as he walked, his stride oozing both confidence and exasperation.
‘One track mind, that boy’, he thinks to himself.
As much as Elijah wanted to scold his brother for fooling around at a time like this, he thinks that maybe it’d be best if Elias got some weight lifted off of his shoulders. Maybe then he’d be more willing to come up with a plan with the group rather than going outside and trying to fight some haint and his army.
So, Elijah glares at his twin brother’s back before shifting his focus onto his gun in need of loading.
You watch as Elias kicks the door shut, before suddenly, you’re laying on your back once again. You gasp at his abruptness, but Elias doesn’t utter a word.
“Elias,” you sound as if you’re begging, but you don’t exactly know what it is that you’re begging for.
He lowers himself down, resting on one knee as he pushes your dress up, similarly to how he did a few hours prior.
“Baby,” you whisper, trying to push his head away from in-between your legs.
“This ain’t f’you, it’s f’me,” Elias finally utters. “I wanna taste what he couldn’t have.”
And with that, Elias plunges his warm, hot tongue inside of you; he doesn’t tease, which is unlike how he behaved with you earlier.
Elias’ filthy actions are unabated, and your efforts in pushing him away by his shoulders never cease.
‘This ain’t f’you, it’s f’me’
Elias’ words echo throughout your damn-near empty mind.
And he wasn’t lying, because no matter how much you cry out to him for mercy and even forgiveness, he doesn’t let up.
You’re breathless as he continues to fuck your cunt with his tongue. You beg him for a second to regain your bearings, but you know that even if he’d attempt to stop, you wouldn’t let him.
“Mmf—‘Lias, please!” You mewl. “Please—please, please! Have m-mercy!”
The way his finger swirls around your sensitive bud sends your body into what feels like shock. You don’t even notice you’re crying until you feel the hot tears trail down your puffy cheeks.
You sniffle and babble weakly, and Elias chuckles. His rhythm feels ingrained into your brain; the way his tongue flutters in and out quickly as his finger pad rolls even quicker.
The heat between your legs is ever-growing, as well as the pulsing ache that ripples throughout your core. Your back muscles arch instinctively off of the table; you think your bellybutton might just touch one of the twinkling stars in the dark night sky.
It doesn’t take long for you to start reaching your climax, you couldn’t even hold it if you tried due to Elias’ earlier endeavors.
“‘Lias please—I can’t! I—” You hiccup through your sobs, “I can’t take no more!”
You squeeze your eyes shut so tight you start to see colors circulating through the darkness. You sniffle and cry feebly as you lie helplessly on the table.
“That right?” Elias questions you, and it’s the first words that he’s spoken to you in minutes.
You nod your head up and down vigorously as you continue to cry, and then
Elias stops.
You let out a broken gasp once the warmness of Elias’ face is replaced with an icy chill that you didn’t even think you’d feel in Mississippi.
“No! Nonono—‘Lias please, m’beggin’ ya!” Another sob rips violently through your chest, which feels like it’s been caved in.
Elias peers at you, his expression unreadable, “Thought’cha couldn’t take it?” You try to speak but all Elias can make out are jumbled words and sharp inhales. Elias sits you up, and for a second, you think he’s going to walk out.
But then he sits on the edge of the table and slides you onto his lap.
More specifically: one of his thighs.
You look at him teary-eyed as another droplet trickled down your face. He notices this, and slightly sticks his glistening tongue out, licking the teardrop clean from your face. He does it with little force—such little bite compared to how he obnoxiously slurped against you minutes before. You barely felt his tongue, but his breath fanning over the side of your face made you heat right up.
Elias kisses your neck, lightly, but still present. “I ain’t givin’ you nun else,” he murmurs as he trails up to your chin.
“Why?” You whisper meekly. “What’d I do, ‘Lias? Talk t’me.” Despite your given situation, you still spoke to him with such tenderness.
If he wasn’t trying to prove a point, Elias maybe would’ve even swooned, which is so unlike him.
You make him feel like a different man entirely. You don’t throw yourself at him like the other women he’s encountered—the ones that give themself away for cheap. Despite how shy you were around him, you still held yourself with so much confidence, never arrogance.
It made Elias want to chase you.
He would’ve if he hadn’t been away.
He would’ve if there wasn’t underlying fear in his heart. Fear that you moved on with someone else, someone different than him.
Or maybe you wouldn’t even want him.
God, that’s why he can’t even begin to describe the pure rage that surged through his heart once Remmick started speaking to you.
Such familiarity in his tone and even his eyes, he spoke about you like you were his.
Elias missed so much—missed so many birthdays and life-changing moments.
But that man—Remmick, he experienced who knows how many.
Elias Moore isn’t scared of much, but he’s scared of losing you. And that’s enough to kill him.
“If y’want it, take it.” Elias ordered.
You stare at him for a beat, beady eyes flickering left and right, mouth agape, and hands finding their place on Elias’ shoulders.
You roll your hips on his thigh, and he tightens the hold he has around your back. Your head feels so fuzzy, like it was filled to the brim with the purest pearly feathers. But Elias’ very presence kept you grounded in ways you didn’t know he could.
You roll yourself against his thigh again, finding your own rhythm. Elias didn’t press; didn’t make you go faster, didn’t force you to release.
He wanted you to take what you wanted from him.
Because he’d give you everything you’d ever want and more.
He knows this, and you’re starting to learn it.
You heave through your nose as you ride him, your hands wrap around his neck, if they’re clammy, he doesn’t mention it.
With a surge of confidence flowing through your veins, you clamber into Elias’ lap, grinding down on his growing erection.
“Mmn—hah, you feel so good, ‘Lias,” you whimper, your voice picking up in pitch.
You swear you hear something from outside, but you can’t find a reason as to why you should worry about that when you’re on top of the man you love—grinding on him so filthily.
Elias groans softly, almost as if he doesn’t want you to see the effect that you have on him. “Fuck baby..Yeah that’s it.”
Your clit bumps against Elias’ zipper, and you let out a throaty moan. His hands come down to slap your ass as you continue to press down on him. You feel his toned muscles underneath his shirt as your hands glide up and down his torso.
Elias’ belt buckle feels cold against your lower stomach; it’s such a stark difference from the warm pressure that resonates within you.
Your legs are sore and twitchy and your hip muscles start to tighten, you whimper at the slowed pace you have to push through.
“I gotcha, don’t you worry,” Elias pants, before quickly rocking you back and forth on his slacks. His tip prods at your inner thigh, you notice that he’s leaked through his pants. Neither of you seem to care.
His grip on you tightens, as he starts to bounce you onto his clothed cock, then rolling your hips into a circle.
“‘M so close—please don’t stop,” you rasp as a new wave of tears streams down your cheeks.
“I know—I know, honey, let go f’me.”
Your plans to stifle your moans are out of the window now as your bottom half starts to tingle in ways you’ve never felt before.
“W-wait! ‘Lias! I-I gotta pee!” you gasp in horror. “M’sorry! ‘M’so sorry!”
Elias’ eyes light up, and he bites his bottom lip as he bucks his hips up into you. “C’mon, sugar. ‘S’all right, gimme whatcha never gave him.” He smiles at you genuinely. Only Elias could grin at you so sweetly while thrusting through your’s and his clothing.
You pat at his chest desperately, “No! ‘Lias please! Y’aint listenin’!” You weep.
“Nah—‘M listenin’ baby, ‘n it sounds like this pussy’s ready to cum.”
Your jaw drops as you slam yourself against Elias’ cock, riding your high as your voice gives out. Your ears ring, and you can barely even hear your own cries.
“F—uck!” The yell rips from your throat.
Elias just watches you in awe, no doubt cumming in his pants at the sight of you.
His lap is soaked and his laughter makes you pinch your eyes open. Speaking of: your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you look at the mess you’ve made.
“Oh God—‘Lias ‘m sorry. I tried to hold it, I swear!” You frown at him, but Elias is beaming, his rosy cheeks are nearly touching his bottom lashes.
“Wh-what? Why’re ya smilin’? Elias I just-“
“Y’just squirted on me, sugar,” Elias marvels.
You pause, cocking your head to the side and furrowing your brows, like you’re trying to decipher his words.
“I-I ain’t ever done that before…Is it good?” You ask softly.
“Best thing I’ve ever seen in m’life,” Elias says through cheerful laughter.
You readjust your dress and roll your foot in your heels, making sure they’re snug. Just in case you need to run from something
“What’d we miss?” Elias boasts, receiving a sharp glare from Annie.
“Well, if you two weren’t foolin’ ‘round, you’d already know that we’re up against vampires.” Annie scolds the both of you; you can see Elias’ poorly-hidden smirk in the corner of your eye, making you bite down a grin. It quickly leaves your face once you notice Bo’s absence.
“They gotta be killed one by one.”
Delta Slim pipes up, “‘N how the hell we do that?”
“Sunlight—a wooden stake to the heart.”
“Why tonight?” Elijah asks angrily.
Sammie takes a step forward, “‘Cause of me.” You frown at him, but before you’re able to speak, he continues. “My daddy told me—he said the devil was comin’ on account of my music.”
“Now, Sammie, that is not true—“ you say with conviction.
“I had a gal once—vampire. She was light skinneded, too.” Slim smiles as you look at the twins in confusion. “Gal bit me everywhere but my neck,” he chuckles.
Then, his smile fades and is replaced with something far more serious. “Sammie…You don’t worry about a thing, hear?”
Sammie’s posture shows his guilt and his fear taking a hold of him. Slim holds his gaze as he speaks, “Devil done came for me plenty of times. If he come knockin’ tonight…He gonna have to go through his old friend Delta Slim ‘fore he get to you. That go for everybody in here—you too.” He says as he turns to you. You smile sweetly at him despite the shake in your knees.
Unfortunately, it’s not from your intimacy with Elias.
Everyone looks at one another, solidifying Slim’s words of protection.
You keep your place next to Elias as everyone disperses. “‘Lias..” You whisper. He turns to you as you speak. “W-what if they get me—what if he gets me? I-I don’t wanna turn—“ Your voice rises as panic takes over your features.
His warm hand goes up to cup your face, stretching from your ear to the side of your neck. “Lemme tell y’sum, sugar,” he murmurs. “Nobody is takin’ ya away from me. Not him, not anybody—ever. Understand?”
You inhale deeply as you nod your head up and down timidly. His thumb presses to the side of your eye, wiping the tear that you didn’t even know had fallen.
Looking into his eyes feels as if you’re in a trance, and you think back to the electrifying moment you had when you were dancing on stage for him.
A scream rips through the building and interrupts your thoughts. “Sammie! Smoke! Stack!” The voice—who you figure out is Pearline—yells.
Everyone gathers to where Pearline stands, and there lies a man pooled in his own blood.
“Well, this had to have been Mary, right?” Grace asks apprehensively.
“Nah. She ran straight out. You saw them.” Sammie says breathlessly.
“Well who bit him then?” You and Grace ask simultaneously.
Elias turns to his brother, “We gotta get him out before he wakes up.”
The twins quickly drag the man to the door, heaving him through the dirt and gravel. You peer out from inside the joint with Sammie, almost as if you both were on look-out.
“C’mon.” Elijah beckons Elias as he starts to head inside, but he stays still.
Elias holds his hand out, motioning for Elijah to stop. “You don’t hear that?” You can’t see his front, but you know for certain that he’s scrunching his face up. You look at Sammie as you both listen to the sounds intertwined with the wind.
That’s when you hear it
Hear him.
“Leave where I was born,” you faintly hear Remmick singing.
“They playin’ music,” Sammie mutters.
“I cut a stout blackthorn.” Thunder rumbles and shines in the sky as he sings.
It leaves a bad feeling in your chest.
For to banish
Ghosts and goblins
You see a circle being formed, full of those vampires, but Remmick’s eyes are clearest as he stands in the middle of the forming ring.
A brand-new pair of brogues
To rattle over the bogs
His song seeps deep within your bones—words flowing through your rib-cage.
And frighten all the dogs
“Hey—hey.” Elijah taps Elias on his chest as he alerts him with a lowered tone. “Let’s get back inside.”
On the rocky road
To Dublin
‘C’mon.” Elijah ushers his brother inside.
One, two, three, four, five
Sammie side-steps Elijah as you reach out for Elias.
And with that: the door is slammed shut, the man is left outside, and Remmick begins to plague your mind.
Everyone looks around at one another without speaking.
“We all gonna eat this clove of garlic,” Annie says with persistence.
“No can do,” Elias shakes his head as he speaks.
“‘N why the hell not?” Annie nearly snarls at the brown-eyed man and his careless attitude.
Elias smirks, “Y’see now..Garlic don’t mix well w’pussy, aint that right Smo—“
You smack his chest with force, “Elias Samuel Moore!” You exclaim. Slim chokes out a laugh, and Grace turns her head, no doubt hiding a smile.
Annie sighs frustratedly, and Elijah doesn’t speak a word. His eyes just flicker between the group; you think he’s in his soldier-mode.
“..I don’t much like the taste of it,” Pearline peeps, glancing around wearily.
Annie snaps her head in Pearline’s direction, “Ain’t nobody saying y’all gotta like it.” She scoffs as she chews on the garlic clove, handing the jar over to Elijah. “We just gotta figure out if any of us left is one of them.”
Elijah passes the jar to Grace, who quickly grabs the garlic. “You ain’t get nun of the pickled ones?” She quirks a brow, voice somewhat muffled from the mouthful of garlic. Elias snorts beside you, and you nudge his arm in return.
Grace carefully hands the half-filled jar to you. You stick your thumb and index finger into the jar, plucking a clove out and handing the rest to Elias.
You grimace at the taste that floods your mouth, and now you do wish that Annie got the pickled ones. You turn your head to Elias, who almost looks apprehensive about eating one, but as soon as he meets your eyes, he flicks it into his mouth.
You blink at him before sticking your tongue out, showing him that you’re finished. It takes him a second to do the same; handing the jar to Pearline while still facing you.
“This is ridiculous,” Pearline blurts with annoyance. And without missing a beat, Elijah pulls his gun out and aims it directly at the girl’s head. You gasp, and Elias holds your arm, keeping you from doing anything you’ll regret. “Pearline.” You plead.
“Smoke—put the gun down,” Sammie nearly squeaks.
“Shut up.” Elias demands without even looking at his cousin. “Eat, or I’ll shoot.”
“Put the gun down Smoke, she ain’t no damn vampire,” Sammie contends.
“How the hell you know that?” Elijah deadpans.
“Just eat the damn garlic girl,” Grace warned.
You know Elias isn’t going to try and stop his brother, after all, Elijah’s just trying to protect his family in the best way he knows how. You admire it, but it also scares you knowing he’s damn-near just as reckless as Elias.
Elijah turns the safety off on his gun with a click, making Sammie panic, and everyone else observes in disbelief. Sammie butts in again, and his interruption unfortunately gets him hit in the nose with the butt of Elijah’s gun. He holds his nose in pain, and you cast a sympathetic glance in his direction, though he isn’t able to see it.
Elijah looks at Sammie for the first time, “Tryin’ to keep ya alive boy, you ain’t t’question me.” His southern drawl makes it all the more menacing as Sammie groans beside him.
You wait with baited breath, hoping that Pearline will just listen and pick from the jar in Elias’ hand.
“You a evil man,” She shakes her head and huffs. Pearline grabs the glass and pulls a piece out, almost sizing up Elijah. “No wonder the devil come f’us.” She chews reluctantly before giving the garlic to Slim.
He eats the clove and a tense wave of silence washes over the room. Suddenly, Slim covers his mouth and backs up coughing. Elijah points the gun in Slim’s direction as Annie inches behind him, and you’re no different with Elias as you grip Grace’s wrist.
“Slim—what’s goin’ on man,” Elijah says with simple directness.
Slim’s throat rumbles as he starts to thrash around, groaning and mumbling unintelligiblely.
“What’s goin’ on, Slim?” Elijah asks again, his voice raising into a yell as he now wields a thick wooden dagger. Slim pounds on his chest wildly and you continue to cower alongside Grace.
Slim’s head is down as he puts his arms out in a pleading manner, “I drank too much,” he grumbles. “That goddamn beer from Chicago—my nerves all fucked up, Smoke,” Slim rasps, gesturing to his face.
“Oh—fuck,” you sigh with relief, letting go of Grace; she still has concern written all over her face.
Everyone calms their racing hearts once Slim straightens up. “I’m fine,” he reassures. “See?” He holds his arms out almost triumphantly.
“You sure that was blood?” Annie asks Elijah, and you look at him, waiting for some sort of answer as to what Annie’s implying.
The group watches Elijah go over to the near-forgotten puddle of blood and gather it on his fingertips. He sniffs it, and you can’t help but recoil—and Elias can’t help but snicker it seems. Everyone waits for Elijah to speak, but he doesn’t. No surprise there, though But he does grab a seemingly empty beer bottle from under a table.
You hear the door rattle, and you quickly turn your body towards the noise. Elias walks in front of you just as quickly.
There’s banging on the door as someone shouts, “Hey—hey, Smoke, let me in, man.” Elijah looks up from his crouched position. “Smoke? Stack? Let me in!”
His muffled voice grows more desperate, as well as his knocking. “Smoke, I swear I paid my tab, man.” He pants. “That’s what this about?”
The knocking grows more frantic by the second, and you’re almost worried that the door’s hinges may falter.
“Stack! Hey, Stack! Whatever y’all need, man!” The man pleads. “Smoke! Some weird shit goin’ on our here, Smoke!” He begs helplessly.
The twins share a quick glance before inching towards the door. “Smoke, let me in! Smoke, let me in!” He hollers as he bangs on the door ferociously.
Elijah rips the door open, gun in hand, with Elias standing beside him with his dagger. Soon as the door opens though, the man is tackled to the ground.
He was tackled by Cornbread.
“What the—oh shit,” Smoke exclaims from his spot in the doorway as he now aims at the rustling heap on the ground.
“Get off me!” The man screams as Cornbread rips the skin from the side of his face clean off.
“Close the door, c’mon!” Annie yells over the loud squelching noise. But before everyone can clamber behind the door, Grace rushes to the frame.
“Wait!” She pants. “Bo.”
That’s when you see none other than Bo Chow, strolling up to the joint as if a man wasn’t being murdered a few feet away from him.
“Hey, baby,” he greets Grace, not even sparing a glance to anyone else. “Come on outside, I got the car started. Let’s go—c’mon.” He nods his head towards the parked car.
You place your hand on Grace’s upper arm as she examines Cornbread on top of the flailing man, your touch serving as an anchor for her.
“What is it, Grace?” Bo tilts his head at her, gathering her attention once more.
Her voice breaks as she speaks, “He’s killin’ him.” And that’s when Bo finally acknowledges the horrific scene in front of him.
“Oh, ya talkin’ ‘bout that?” He’s almost smirking at her. “Don’t worry ‘bout Cornbread—he’s just a lil hungry, ‘s all. Let’s go.” Cornbread growls before standing up.
Grace gasps as Bo presses her, “C’mon!” Cornbread snarls next to him. “C’mon ‘n go! I got the car all warmed up.” He grins and puts his hands on his hips before sighing once he notices Grace’s hesitation.
“Don’t do it, Grace,” you whisper to her, hoping to refrain her from going with him.
Bo strolls up to the door, “Or…” He puts his hand on the other side of the frame. “You let me back in there, and I’ll come in—we can grab our things..” He pauses.
You then notice his irises changing to a sinister silver color.
It wasn’t human.
“Don’t listen to him,” both you and Annie say firmly.
“Grace, we’re gonna find a way out of this, I promise.” Elijah declares, not lowering his gun from Bo’s chest for even a second.
“It’ll be okay,” Elias reassures her.
“I am your way out.” You flinch once you hear Remmick’s voice.
He walks up next to Bo as Elijah tightens the grip he has on his gun. “This world already left you for dead. Won’t let ya build. Won’t let ya fellowship.” He gestures with his hands.
“We will do just that,” he softens his voice—like he’s bargaining. “Together. Forever.” He tilts his head, feigning innocence.
Bo speaks up, “It’s better this way, baby. So why don’t ya go ahead—invite us in.” His smile is long-gone.
Remmick steps forward, “Y’should listen to ‘em, Grace. Or listen t’me. ‘Cause I know everything he knows now. And I want ya to let us in there.” His eyes shine red yet again, and a shiver crawls up your spine like a spider’s legs.
“Or we gon’ go to the grocery store—we gon’ pay little Lisa a visit.”
Grace yells as both you and Annie hold her back; she sobs as everyone holds her frantically. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
“Oh, yeah, Grace. I know everything now.” He smirks at her, beginning to speak Taishanese.
You have no idea what he’s saying, but you know for certain it’s nothing good with the way Grace crumbles in your arms and Remmick’s voice is now sweetly saccharine.
Then, you hear footsteps coming from the right, and you see Mary’s heels before you see her.
“You ain’t safe here. No matter how many guns, or how much money…They gon’ take it from ya when they want.” Remmick’s teeth are on display as he speaks.
“Ya built sum here tonight ‘n it was beautiful. But it was built…On a lie.” This catches both Elijah and Elias’ attention.
“Hogwood, well he’s the Grand Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan. That’s his motherfuckin’ nephew.” He points to a man who has his arms around a woman, both covered in dried up blood. Speaking of blood: you feel yours run cold once you hear Remmick’s declaration.
You should’ve known it was too good to be true. Of course the twins were well known in the Delta, but being able to get a place like this so soon? You’re not surprised it came with a price.
If only Elias had told you sooner.
“‘N they was always gon’ kill you. I just happened to show up at the right place at the right time.”
Mary comes up from behind Remmick, standing next to him and gazing at Elias. “He’s tellin’ the truth, Stack. I can see his memories.”
Elias’ shoulders tense up as soon as she speaks to him, and you’re no different.
“Stack, that ain’t Mary.” Slim says wearily.
“This wasn’t no juke joint,” Mary smiles cockily, “No club. This here’s a…Slaughterhouse.”
“It’s a goddamn killin’ floor.” The white man from before says.
The woman in his arm finally speaks, “But what Uncle Hogwood don’t know is we’re gonna start ourselves a new clan—based on love.” She laughs, putting her hands in the air.
“Now that we got numbers, we’ll probably go over to that bigot ‘n rectify him, too.” Remmick sighs blissfully.
“Why can’t y’all just leave,” Annie begs.
“‘Cause we’re not leavin’ without y’all. We’re family—even you, sugar.” Mary chirps, turning her head towards you. Elias’ jaw tightens. “I know it sound crazy, but after we kill y’all..We gon’ have heaven right here on Earth.” The gaggle of vampires behind her let out hums of agreement.
The man that Cornbread killed groans from his position on the ground. Remmick chuckles and waves to him.
Mary steps forward, her sights set on Elias. “Hey—hey, look at me,” she smiles.
“The Mary I know ain’t fellowshipping with no goddamn devil,” you squint at her; as much as you didn’t like Mary, you weren’t dumb.
“Fuck you, it is me!” Mary barks. “‘N I’m talkin’ to Stack right now, sugar…So I’mma kindly ask you to shut the fuck up.”
As soon as the words leave her stained lips, you reach for the dagger in the holster under your dress.
“No—no.” Elias grabs you, tucking you into his chest and holding your arms close to you.
“We was never gonna be free. We been runnin’ around everywhere, lookin’ for freedom. You know damn well you was never gonna find it.” Mary chides.
“Until this—this is the way. Together. Forever.” Mary leers at Elias. “I ain’t doin’ this without ya. There is no me without ya.”
You freeze, hearing Mary’s declaration of love for Elias. She spoke to him like you weren’t even there.
And what makes matters worse?
Elias’ response determines everyone’s fate.
If he goes, there’s a chance they may leave you all alone, and you know for a fact: Elias is the type to sacrifice himself for his family.
That alone terrifies you.
Elijah and Annie close the door, you turn around in hopes of consoling Elias, but before you can get a word out, he brings you into his arms.
“Nobody’s takin’ ya away f’me, ‘n nobody’s takin’ me from ya.”
You just pray that he keeps his word.
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