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Sophomore Slump or Comeback of The Year, Chapter Four: Your Secret's Out

Title: Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year
Author: Me!!
Summary: Pete learns about Mona, Mona learns about Joe and William starts setting a plan. Not just another day at the office.
Pairing: William/Brendon, Andy/Joe UST
Rating: PG-13

Pete groggily stepped down the stairs and rubbed his eyes out. He looked down to see Mona punching and kicking at a bag Mike was holding. Mike looked like he hadn’t changed his clothes except for taking off his jacket and untucking his shirt. Mona had changed from her blue jeans and trench coat and into athletic pants and a blue tank top. He yawned loudly and shook his head. “What time is it?”

Mona looked up at Pete, still hopping back and forth. She wiped her forehead down and checked her watch. “Nine-thirty in the morning. You’re up early.” She punched the bag a few times and roundhouse kicked it when Mike moved it to the side

“I sleep weird. What about you? You just got finished bitching out Alexis when I settled in. Did you even go to sleep?”

“An hour in a half. I’ll be in bed after lunch.”

“Her sleep patterns are more erratic than a vampire’s,” said Mike, trying his best to hold up against Mona’s oncoming flurry of attacks.

Mona gave the bag one last punch and started to unwrap her hands. “You want to give the bag a try, Pete?”

Pete scratched his head and shook it as he stepped down the stairs. “No thanks. I just came to get water for my dog and something to eat. Maybe something to read...”

“Kitchen’s on the second floor,” said Mona and Mike at the same time.

Pete clicked his tongue and nodded. “Right...second floor then...”

“There are some books down here though,” said Mike, rubbing his arm in the area he had placed the bag. “Mostly ancient texts about demons and vampires and such, but me, Mona and Mikey have some regular books we’ve collected over time. Your welcome to borrow any of those.”

“Thanks,” said Pete as he yawned. He walked over to a bookshelf near the reception desk and looked over the titles on the spine. Finally, he spotted two books that caught his eye. The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova and Please Kill Me: An Uncensored Oral History of Punk Rock by Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain. He pulled them off the shelf and held them up towards Mona and Mike. “I’m taking these two...”

Just as he said that, something came fluttering out of one of the books. He looked down and picked it up. It was a picture of two girls. One of the girls had curly electric blue hair and had the other one in a chokehold. The girl in the chokehold had dark brown hair and dark green eyes. She actually looked a lot like a younger Mona. “Hey Mona, is this you?”

Mona stopped sipping her water and looked up. “Hmm? What are you gabbing about?”

“This picture. It looks like you and some other girl.”

The Historian! Crap,” whispered Mona loudly. She ran over to Pete and took the picture from in his hand. “I’ll take that back, thank you.”

“Who is it? That’s all I want to know...”

“Anya,” said Mona, looking lovingly at the picture. She took a deep breath in and looked up at Pete. “She’s...well, she was my older sister.”

Pete looked into Mona’s eyes, seeing the pain that had risen to the top. “What happened to her?”

Mona looked down again and tightened her grip on the picture, causing it to shake. “She was killed. She was trying to save me from a gang of Vampires that cornered us.”

“I’m sorry,” said Pete as he reached out for her shoulder. “I know it’s weird getting that from someone like me, but I truly am.”

“It’s alright, Pete,” said Mona softly as she looked up again. Her eyes were watery with tears, but the small smile on her face indicated she wanted to laugh. “She didn’t die in vain. She died knowing I could have a future. Besides, if you haven’t noticed, I’m allied with two vampires. I don’t hate you all. Now go on. You still look kind of tired.”

Pete scratched the back of his head and yawned. “Yeah, I need a few more hours. Plus the light in here has got me a little worried...”

“A few indirect beams won’t kill ya,” said Mike from the couch, “It’s getting thrown into direct sunlight that’ll make you catch fire.”

“Well, Now I know that...”

“You still have a lot of stuff to learn about being a vampire, Pete,” said Mona shaking her head.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” muttered Pete as he made his way back up the stairs and towards the kitchen on the second floor. “Thanks again for the books!”

Mona slumped over on the couch and pulled her legs up in indian style. She sighed and said, “I totally forgot I left that picture in there.”

“You’re going to have to tell him the full truth eventually, Mona.” Mike looked over at her and tried to catch her eye. “You do know that, right?”

“I know, Mike. I know,” she said as she propped her head on her hands. “But it’s my separate battle. I don’t need to worry him with it right now.”

“You’re both up against the same army though.”

“He has his commander to worry about. I’m more concerned with the lieutenant and his men.”
William sat in a chair, stirring his tea and looking slightly bored. “Good lord, Brendon. How long does it take you to get dressed?”

Brendon stepped out from behind a dressing screen, only wearing a white button down shirt and boxers. He rolled his eyes at William as he walked over to him. “Someone is very impatient. It’s not like the sun is going to set anytime soon...”

“I guess you’re right, love,” said William, putting his tea cup on a table next to him. “I’ve just noticed you take longer to get dressed than the others.”

Brendon smirked as he leaned over the chair and put his arms around William. “It takes so long to look good. You of all people should know that.”

William gave an evil looking smile and said, “Right once again, my dear. I guess that means you get first pick of victims tonight.”

“Goody,” said Brendon excitedly, “I’ve been wanting another pretty doll to add to my collection. I’ve just been too nice to the others and let them take them all for the past few weeks.”

“Is that so?”

Brendon sighed and said, “Yes, I’m afraid so.” He walked back over to the dressing screen and grabbed a pair of pants hanging off the side. “It’s a shame really. They toss them around like they were some sort of rag. Beat them, keep them in tatters, make them do mundane things. Pretty dolls shouldn’t be servants. They might as well put a stake through their heart.”

“I know things like that bother you,” said William soothingly as he stood up, “But we can’t stop the others from doing what they do. It’s their private property. If they want to treat their concubines like garbage, then they certainly have the right. It is quite the shame though, I will admit. No one here treats their collection as well as you do.”

Brendon looked at William lovingly as he pulled a tie down and placed it around his neck. “You’re too kind to me, William.”

William place his hand on Brendon’s cheek and kissed him. He smiled as he pulled away. “Only for the ones I love.”

A small silence grew across the room as Brendon continued to dress. Then, as he put on his white bowler, he looked over at William and asked, “So, what are we going to do about our little problem?”

“You mean Peter and Mona,” asked William, picking up his tea again. “Yes, now that those two are allied, it’ll be quite hard to stop them from coming after us. But you know what they say. You’re only as strong as your weakest link.”

“So, we hit them where they’re weak? I know Mona’s main weakness, but I can’t go using that against her all the time. Not to mention Peter’s lineage. With you being his sire, his power will only surge.”

“Ah, but don’t forget, Brendon,” said William, his eyes and his smile becoming devious, “They’re not the only two. That raggedy bunch mixed with mortals and betrayers. They’re not all immortal and none of them are invincible. What our task is is to find where exactly they are weak.”

“And how will we go about that, my dear?”

“We call in the shapeshifter and he’ll get the information we need.”

Brendon’s eyes widened in shock. “Really? Call Frank? I thought you had refused to speak to him since what happened last year.”

William shrugged a little. “You can’t hold grudges forever. Plus, he’s disposable to us. If he gets caught and killed. It won’t harm us that much, will it?”

Brendon let out a small laugh and put his arms around William’s waist. “I’ll send Lacey out to get him.”

“Later, my dear,” said William as he took Brendon’s hat off, “Things like that can wait.”
The muffled crash of cymbals sounded through the lobby as the afternoon started. Mikey sat on the check-in desk tuning his bass, Mike sat on the stairs reading one of the Harry Potter books, and Andy and Joe were sparring in the middle of the lobby. Mona looked down from the second floor and shouted, “Try not to break anything!”

“Yes, Mona,” said Joe, “We heard you the first time!” He then got Andy in a chokehold and pinned him down to the ground.

Mona walked over to Mike and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, Mike. Has their fight been like that the whole time?”

Mike looked up from his book and looked over at Andy and Joe. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I read Andy’s profile last night. Black belt after black belt. But right now...”

Mona stopped talking as Andy got Joe from behind but Joe quickly put his leg behind Andy’s and tripped him, making him fall to the ground on his back.

“It looks like Joe is kicking his ass.”

“Well,” said Mike as he closed his book, “Maybe Andy prefers using weapons. There are martial artists like that. Plus, I’ve seen street fighters get advantages over black belts before.”

“No, I think it’s more than that...”

Mike read the expression on her face and sighed. “Don’t tell me you really think that.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

With that, Mona stepped down the stairs and leaned against a wall to where she could watch the two spar. For twenty minutes, she watched as Joe managed to get the advantage on Andy most of the time. Finally, Andy gave up and said, “Alright, Joe. You win.”

“Oh, c’mon Andy. It was just getting fun.”

Joe looked at Andy with puppy dog eyes, but Andy just shook his head with a smile. “No way, Joe. You’ve kicked my ass way too much today. I want to end the day with some pride left.”

“Alright,” said Joe giving in. He patted Andy on the shoulder and winked at him. “Better luck next time.”

Andy rolled his eyes at Joe and walked over to the couch and grabbed his water bottle. Mona walked over to Andy and pushed some of her hair behind her ear. “Some match you two had.”

“Yeah,” said Andy as he pushed the top back down on the bottle, “If there was a TV special called ‘World’s Most One Sided Fights Caught On Tape’, that would be the centerpiece.”

“Oh, c’mon, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Were you watching? At all?!”

“Alright, he kicked your ass,” said Mona as she crossed her arms. She looked back over at Joe, who had made his way over to Mikey and watched as he fiddled with his bass. “Hey, is there anything about him you haven’t told us?”

Andy looked back at Joe, then at Mona. “Other than that he’s a crazed, pot smoking Jew...No, nothing really.”

Just as he said that, Patrick came up from the basement and looked over at Andy. “Drums are free now.”

“Thanks Patrick,” said Andy, giving him a wave. He then put his glasses back on and picked up a pair of drumsticks that he left on the couch. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a drum set calling me.”

Mona waved to Andy and followed Patrick as he made his way over to the computer in the office. “Hey Patrick, Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” said Patrick as he sat in the chair and turned the monitor on. “What do you need, Mona?”

“I was trying to read Joe’s hunter profile last night and part of it was classified.”

Patrick looked up as he adjusted the keyboard. “What are you getting at?”

“I was kind of wondering if you’d give me the password...”

“And why do you want that,” asked Patrick, crossing his arms. “What do you want to know about Joe?”

“How he could kick Andy’s ass for twenty minutes straight and not get tired. I have a pretty good theory why, I just want confirmation.”

Patrick chuckled a bit, leaned forward and rested his head on his hands. “Someday, you’re going to tell me how you seem to know so much about Vampire biology.”

Mona put her hands on the desk and leaned towards Patrick. “I’ll tell you sometime, but only if you give me that password.”


Xie xie, Captain,” said Mona as she headed out of the office. She turned back around and looked at Patrick. “Why is it? The password, I mean. Why Autumn?”

Patrick thought about it for a second before answering, “It’s my favorite season.”

“You mean his favorite season?”

Patrick’s eyes widened as she said that. He struggled to find a rebuttal, but all he managed to sputter out was, “What?!”

“Nothing,” said Mona, walking out with a grin on her face. “Thanks again!”

Patrick stared at the direction she was walking in and blinked a few times. “What just happened?”
Lacey, in a thick, black cloak, unlatched a gate and walked into a small back alley. She fumbled around with a small piece of paper and looked at it. She looked up towards a number on the wall. “I think this is it. Oh, Master William, I hope you haven’t sent me on a wild goose chase.”

She walked over to the door and lightly knocked on it, trying to avoid stray beams of the mid afternoon sun. She stepped back a little as the door opened. A man with pulled back curly hair and wearing a suit stood in the doorway. He looked down at Lacey. “Can I help you, ma’am?”

“Is Sir Iero in?”

The man at the door opened his mouth to speak, but a shorter man with jet black hair and red rimmed eyes stepped in front of him. “Who is your friend, Ray?”

“I do not know, Master. She arrived asking for you.”

Frank stepped towards Lacey and lowered her hood. Lacey grimaced and tried to duck down. Frank chuckled a bit and stroked Lacey’s cheek. “Don’t be afraid, dear. The sun can’t reach in this little alley. Now, what is your name?”

“L-l-lacey. Lacey Mosely.”

“Well, Miss Mosely, why have you come to see me?”

Lacey started shaking. She fiddled with her hands and looked down at the ground. “W-w-well, my ma-master sent me. Master Beckett asked me to retrieve you.”

Frank’s eyes narrowed. “Do you mean William Beckett? That pompous man who dares to call himself a vampire?!”

Lacey hid her face in her hands. “Yes, my dear Master William.”

“Well, tell him to piss off. I will not deal with that arrogant son of a bitch.”

Frank went to close the door but Lacey placed herself between the frame and the door. She fell to her knees and started to shake again. “Please don’t slam the door. Don’t make me go back empty handed. There’s no way I can face my master if I don’t come back with you. There’s no telling what he will do to me. I know his boyfriend has had his eye on me for his collection...”

Frank opened the door back up and helped Lacey back up. He took her chin and looked her in the eyes. “I hate to see a girl like you suffer. Come inside. We’ll leave in an hour.” He took Lacey’s hand and lead her inside. He looked over at Ray and said, “Prepare some tea for our guest.”

Ray nodded as the two walked passed. He then looked both ways in the alley before slowly closing the door.
Joe walked up to the second floor and walked inside the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water and twisted the top open. He then turned the bottle upside down and squirted some into his mouth.

“Working hard?”

He turned the bottle back upright and looked at the door. Mona stood in the doorway with a packet of papers in her hand. “Just working up a sweat on the punching bag downstairs. What are you up to?”

“Eh, just paperwork,” she said with a shrug and a sneer. “Anyway, quite a beating you gave to Andy earlier. It was quite entertaining.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t even trying that hard this time,” he muttered as he took another swig of water.

“It didn’t look like it, Marcos Nearim...”

Joe stopped drinking his water and slowly took the bottle out of his mouth. “What did you just call me?”

“I’m sorry, Joe,” said Mona, looking down at the packet, “Those your middle names, right? Joseph Marcos Nearim Trohman, but your middle name on your official birth certificate is just Mark. Usually, that only happens if a child is born a dhampir...A half-vampire.”

Joe put his hands on his hips and shook his head. “Who told you?”

“I guessed,” she said, lowering her voice. She turned the paperwork over in her hand and looked back up at Joe, “Your hunter profile just confirmed it.”

“Profiles,” said Joe, shaking his head, “They’re just too convenient.”

“The only reason they exist is for hunters to learn about other hunters.”

Joe put his hands behind his head and sniffed. “Well, I guess your going to tell everyone else about me being a half-vampire...”

Mona choked back a gasp and looked at Joe. “You mean only Patrick knew?”


“Fuck! Now I’m telling everyone!” With that, Mona raced out of the door and back downstairs.

“Hey, wait! You come back here!”
“Ah, Mister Iero, the daywalker,” purred William as Lacey presented Frank to him. “What a pleasure to see you.”

Frank took off his fedora and nodded towards William. “William Beckett. Last time I saw you, you were at the hands and fangs of Travis and his gang. I thought they would have ripped you apart for sure.”

William let out a small laugh and said, “Do not underestimate me, Iero. I am one of the most powerful vampires in this city.” He then shooed away Lacey and gestured to a chair. “Would you like to sit down?”

Frank nodded and sat in the chair. He put his fedora on his knee and looked at William as he sat across from him. Frank stared at his nails and said, “What is it that you want, Beckett? You wouldn’t call me here unless you had good reason.”

“You know me too well,” said William, crossing his legs.

“So, what’s your reason?”

“I need a spy. A good one. I need to take care of a certain group of vampire hunters who stand in my way.”

“Aww,” said Frank in a cutesy voice, “Has the strong William gotten scared of Patrick Stumph’s gang?”

William bared his fangs and hissed a little. “Cute, Frank. Real cute. But yes and no to Patrick and his friends. It’s actually them combined with the green haired bitch Mona Allyne and her group.”

Frank laughed and said, “Okay, so they’ve joined forces. Why do you get so scared of them now?”

“I’m not scared of them,” said William, the anger in his voice rising, “I just want to know how to take them out. You’re the only one who can help since you have powers that have seemed to diminish from the current population and you are the best. As much as I hate to say that, but it’s the truth.”

Frank smiled and asked, “What about payment?”

“More than you’ve made in the past two years. Would that be satisfactory?”

“Well, yes. But there is something else I want with payment.”

“I’ll give you anything you want,” said William, beginning to become annoyed, “Just tell me what it is.”

“Your servant girl, Lacey Mosely.”

“Lacey?” William’s eyes widened a bit and he looked around. “You really want her? As obedient as she is, she’s not that sharp.”

“You are so blind, William,” said Frank putting his head in his hand.

“Fine, you can have Lacey along with your payment. Is there anything else?”

Frank shook his head and said, “All I want to know is when I start.”

“Tonight, as soon as they leave for the hunt.” William’s smile turned devious as he leaned back in his chair and looked at the clock on the wall. “Which shouldn’t be too long from now.”
“So, lemme get this straight,” said Andy leaning forward in his chair, “Your dad was a vampire, and you never told us.”

Joe nodded slowly and looked at the ceiling. “And jewish.”

Mikey raised an eyebrow at Joe’s remark. “You’re dad was a Jewpire?”

Everyone except Joe and Andy snickered at that comment. Joe rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. It’s so hilarious that Joe is a jewish dhampir.”

Mona wiped her eyes and looked back up. “I’m surprised that Andy and Pete didn’t notice.”

Pete wavered his hand and said, “There were moments. I just kind of passed it off.”

“You could have told me,” said Andy quietly.

Joe looked over at Andy, then at the ground. “I’m sorry Andy...I just wasn’t comfortable with anyone else knowing.”

“Oh, but you can tell Patrick!”

Patrick shifted his eyes back and forth. “Hey, don’t drag me into this!”

Alexis let out a shrill whistle and Mona patted her shoulder. “Thank you, Alexis.”

“De nada...”

“Anyway,” said Mona, clearing her throat, “This is actually a good thing. Joe’s obviously stronger than the average human and can usually sense vampires before they come. He is kind of rare, though. A good percentage of Dhampirs born are female and that usually carries on for a few generations.”

“So,” said Pete slowly, “He really is a minority of his kind.”

Joe shrugged a little. “You could say that, I guess...”

“Uh, I hate to break this up,” said Mike coming in from balcony, “but the sun is setting and we should really get a move on. The air is smelling foul tonight.”

The group nodded and everyone went there separate ways to get ready. Joe tried to go up the stairs, but stopped and looked over at Andy. He went back down the stairs and walked over to him. “Andy, I’m sorry. I truly am...”

Andy didn’t look at Joe. He just picked up his sword and tossed on his scarf. In a cold voice, he whispered, “Just get ready.”

Joe searched for something to say, but nothing came. Instead, he obliged to Andy’s request and turned back around. He quickly ran up the stairs to get what he needed. If Mike and him were sensing right, something big was going to happen tonight.
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