Rage, No Love Ch.16 -Green Day

------Reo's POV------

The doors of the mansion's main room bursted open, Billie stood infront of me, his eyes saucers.

"What's going on?" I asked, my eyebrows creased together.  

"Reo... Claude, it was him," His voice shook with either fear or disbealief, I wasn't sure whichone.

"That isn't possible-" Billie (rudely) interupted me.

"No, man, it was him! It was him, I fucking saw him! He told me himself." Billie was shaking. I didn't blame him though.

I let out a huff, "It's not that I don't believe that you saw Claude, it's that he can't come here. It's not even possible."

"What?" Billie's eyes squinted. "How? What do you mean?"

I crossed my arms. "This mansion was kept a secret from Claude and his little followers. We needed a place where we could be safe."

Billie's expression was one of disbelief. "But, he told me himself that someone told him how to get here. He was the one who took my son!" The end of the sentance was finished yelling.

My eyebrows scrunched together, my lips pursed. "Well..." I felt myself shiver due to the thought that crept into my brain. "The only thing left to think is that... someone betrayed us."

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Where was I?

I knew that the sheets I was laying on weren't mine. No, the one's I owned were a different color.

I couldn't see much so my fingertips danced over the wall next to me. It felt odd, normal in other cercomstances... but not at that moment. The paint was smooth but cracked at some points. it comforted me to know that I wasn't the only thing damaged.

A bright light came from one of the blinds on the window across from where I was. Sunlight? Oh, okay, then I knew. I knew where I was.

Don't get too happy...

---------------Billie's POV---------------

Benjamin sat straight, but his eyes drowned in worry. Anabelle stood next to his chair, her face void of any emotion.

"You would have thought that people would have learned by now," Anabelle muttered.

I looked up, "What are you talking about?"

"When a vampire is charged for being a traitor, the punishment is death," Benjamin sighed.

I could help but roll my eyes, "When is this, the American Revolution?"

"Call us old fashion, but nothing good comes from a traitor!" Anabelle exclaimed, "You once agreed to that..."

"What?"

"Back when you were... you... Claude was accused of killing the oracle," Anabelle huffed.

"Oracle? You mean Di Vinci?" I asked.

"No, well... the Oracle jumps from body to body, host to host. So, he technacly only killed his host at that time, but it's still betrayel," Anabelle picked at her nails as she explained. "Claude swore he was framed, but somehow you proved otherwise."

Sono stupidi ignoranti!

The voice of Claude rang in his ears. The distant memory that belonged rightfully to Liam.

"In an attempt for revenge," Anabelle continued, a sigh emitted out of her lips. "He killed a human and then killed Liam."

I looked up at her icey, blue eyes. "Oh..." I knew that Liam died, but it felt wierd to have it comfermed. "Wait... why the human? What did they have to do with anything."

Anabelle shrugged. "It just added another offence. Running from comdemnation." She sighed. "The thing is, we truley cannot die, we'll just end up being reencarnated. So, what we do... is we condem the vampire traitors to hell."

I let out a chuckle but she seemed serious.

The doors of the room were rammed open. "Someone help!" Tre came in running. "Adrienne, she's waking up!"

With a flash we all ran up to Adrienne's room to find Caroline tending to her care.

I narrowed my eyes to my wife. Her eyes were wide, now a milky brown. Her skin seemed to glow and her lips tinged with pink. "Bill-Billie..." She gasped.

I grabbed her hand with both of mine, "I'm here baby, I'm here."

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What was I doing here? Everthing seemed so odd and out of place. Like if I didn't belong to my body. I just sat in the background of my life. My body moved in auto, no need for me.

I'm not Joey anymore.