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"Sweetheart, we gotta go."
Sneaks looked up from their book, confused. "Where?"
"David's calling an emergency pack meeting. Says it's urgent." Milo explained, yanking his coat over his arms. Sneaks got up to follow him.
"He says he needs you specifically. It's about Quinn." Sneaks' heart dropped a little when they heard this. "Another body?" They asked. Milo shook his head.
"I'll explain to you when we get there. Come on." He said, grabbing their hand. The two of them walked outside and got into the car. Sneaks could sense something about Milo. He was nervous. Really nervous.
Was it about this pack meeting? He wasn't normally nervous before one, he hasn't been for a while.
Sneaks felt clueless. For the first time, they didn't know what was going on in Milo's brain. All they could do was grab his hand, and flash him a comforting smile. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be okay. I'm here to help, I'll try to fix whatever Quinn has to throw at us."
Milo sighed, but he couldn't help but smile himself. "God dammit Sweetheart, why are you so sweet to me?" He chuckled under his breath. Sneaks leaned over and stole a kiss, hoping that would also help calm him down. "A magician never reveals his secrets. Now step on it or David's gonna tear us a new one for being late."
***
Milo and Sweetheart rushed through the doors to the den. You could smell the tension in the room. It was like you could see how tense everyone was.
"Milo, Sneaks, thank you for coming. On such short notice, anyway." David spoke, walking up to the two. "It's no issue David, really." Milo reassured him, Sneaks nodding in agreement.
David swallowed nervously, but shook his head. "You both know much of a pain in the ass Quinn has been for us. But this time he's really got us by the throats." He explained, leading them to the table. The rest of the pack sat around it, and Sneaks made eye contact with Darlin.
They looked betrayed, a hint of disbelief in their eyes. They played with their hands, occasionally picking at their fingers. Sam sat beside them, trying to grab their hands to avoid them clawing the skin off them.
Sneaks flashed them that same reassuring smile they gave Milo earlier. They knew how much this must've hurt Darlin, the look on their face said it all. And Sneaks was going to try and fix it.
"Here." David motioned to a pile of files on the table. They were labeled with names, but it was too far away for Sneaks to see what they said. They tilted their head in confusion. "A..pile of files?" Milo asked, chuckling nervously. "It's not just any pile." David said.
"It's files on all of us. Where we live, our families, our strengths, our weaknesses, all of it." Angel, David's mate, interjected. Sneaks could tell they were coming apart at the seams as they bit their nails nervously.
"We're not sure where the files are from, but we do know that Quinn sent them." Asher butted in. He was missing his normal, playful demeanor. "When he's working, he's working." As Milo once put.
Sneaks grabbed a folder and examined it. They looked through it, running their fingers over the contents inside. "Good, everything's still here." They told themselves.
"This isn't a file from DUMP. We don't format it like this, let alone about civilians like you guys." They explained, throwing the file back down on the table. "So you're saying these are just some random files somebody made in their free time?" Milo asked. Sneaks laughed, but nodded.
"Shit." David cursed under their breath. "Are you sure? None of those files could've been made by someone who even just used to work at DUMP?" Asher asked, desperation in his voice. Sneaks shook their head.
"This doesn't make any sense!" Darlin cried, shooting up from their seat. "How the hell does he know everything about us?! How does he know every single gig we're gonna work, our strengths and even our WEAKNESSES?!" They shouted.
"Says the one who used to work with Quinn." A pack member muttered under their breath. That one sentence was the match that set this whole room of gas aflame.
"Are you saying I gave him that information?!"
"Darlin calm down-"
"Tank at this point we're all suspects!"
"Can we all just calm down and talk about this logically?"
"We lost that option when a rouge killer vampire started hunting us!"
Sneaks just stood back and watched. They watched as they all ate each other alive. Pointing fingers and screaming accusations. "Animals." They muttered, a smirk creeping its way onto their face. Their phone buzzed, pulling their attention from the bloodbath.
No Caller ID
Did my files light a spark as planned? I was hoping all that hard work you put in wouldn't go to waste.
Sneaks couldn't fight back that evil smile that leaked out. They looked up from their phone, only to see that the predicament hasn't diffused itself. This time Darlin had to be held back as they screamed at their pack members, pain laced in their voice.
Sneaks didn't even need to cloak to slip out of sight. As they walked through the doors, they responded to the text.
Sneaks
All is according to plan. Might as well rip the rest of the bandaid off now and make yourself known. This night was getting a little boring anyways
No Caller ID
So be it
***
The lights suddenly flicked off. The pack looked around confused, scared, angry. It seemed like Quinn was the one thing that would tear this pack apart.
"It's nice to see that something's don't really change, Tank"
The tension in the room was very quickly replaced by raw, uncanny fear. Darlin's eyes widened as they heard that oh-so-familiar voice. And that uneasy feeling in their stomach was only proven right as the lights flickered back on.
"Quinn..."
"Who else? God I missed Dahlia. I guess when you're busy keeping people quiet you don't really get to appreciate it's beauty." Quinn said. The pack froze in their tracks. They had only heard stories about Quinn, they had never really encountered him in person.
"You got some god damn nerve showing that face of yours around here." Sam spat, stepping in front of Darlin. Quinn stared at him, saying nothing. As Sam opened his mouth to speak again, he was interrupted by unhinged laughter.
"They must really have a thing for vampires, don't they. Well I'm glad to say I've changed their taste to something more..interesting." Quinn mocked, putting his hands in his pockets. David growled, stepping up front.
"What. Do you want?" He hissed between his teeth. His fists were clenched as he tried to control himself. "You're on charted territory. And quite frankly, the charters of said territory won't be very hesitant to rip you to bits." Milo said bitterly.
"Oh you don't say? Well they weren't kidding when they said you had an attitude on you, little Milo"
"What are you-" "Now let's not get hung up on formalities. Now I could either kill you right here, or you could just give me the thing that I want. Although, I don't think my associate would be too fond of me killing you. After all they have taken a liking to all of you."
Milo stopped. It was only then he had realized his mate was gone. An anger rose, one he hadn't realized he had been keeping down. "Where is my mate." He spat.
"Your mate? Now they didn't tell me that part! Hey Sweetheart, you didn't tell me the short one was your mate!" Quinn called out. Milo's mouth hung open in confusion, but that feeling quickly was replaced by another.
Sneaks uncloaked, revealing themselves as they stood next to Quinn. The air grew colder. Sneaks examined all the expressions that were laid out in front of them.
Betrayal.
Hurt.
Anguish.
Disbelief.
Confusion.
Anger. That one they saw the most of.
"It seems that you all know each other." Quinn laughed, slapping Sneaks on the back.
"What.."
"How could they have.."
"This can't be happening.."
"Sweetheart..you..?"
"I changed my mind. You can kill them if you want, I don't care." Sneaks finally spoke. Quinn gasped dramatically. "Really? OOOOO I knew you were a little fun deep down!" He squealed. Sneaks look at him, then shared one final glance with the pack. They choked down tears. "Just tell me when you're done."
As they walked out the room, they could hear the cries out after them. But the one that stood out to them the most, was Milo's.
"Sweetheart please! Please don't do this!"
They struggled to hold back tears. Before they walked out the door, they stopped. They placed a hand on the doorway and sighed.
"Goodbye Milo. Thank you for everything. I love you."
The door clicked behind them.