Blood Secrets: Tales of the Children of the Moon

Chapter Twenty-One: Escape

Ronnie and T.J. walked into the large warehouse and looked around suspiciously. Where was everyone? I mean, they saw a few vampires being entertained by some girls over at the far end of the building but that was it. Where was Kuza? Or his siren?

Suddenly a young girl came down a hall wearing nothing but a very short skirt and a tight black bra and Ronnie immediately recognized her as Madison Crowley. How did he recognize her you ask? Because he grew up with her as well as Andy and their other sister Taylor Hawthorne.

His jaw almost hit the floor as the dark haired, pale skinned girl came into their Sights and Ronnie had to do a double take just to make sure it wasn't some shifter playing tricks on him.

She wasn't.

"Maddison?" Ronnie asked mentally, sending the question through the link he and T.J.'s spell had created and slipping it into her mind. Maddison stopped dead in her tracks as she heard Ronnie's voice, glancing around until she caught sight of the two boys. When she did her eyes widened and a small smile grew on her pink lips. "Ronnie?" She whispered aloud. T.J. looked from Maddison to Ronnie and back before raising a brow. "You know her?" He asked telepathically. Ronnie nodded. "I grew up with her, Andy and their sister," the two boys walked up to Maddison and she walked them behind a wall, making sure none of Kuza's men were near or could see, before flinging herself at Ronnie, hugging him tightly. "I never thought I'd see you or any of the other's again!" She whispered as Ronnie hugged her tightly back. "What are you doing here?"

"Long story," T.J. said, keeping a look out while the two caught up. "Give me the shortened version then and be quick, Kuza will be angry with me if I keep him and his client waiting. I'm supposed to bring in two others once they arrive, supposedly their both old friends of his and-"

"That would be us kiddo," Ronnie said, raising his hand in the air slightly and looking sheepish. Maddison raised a brow at him but T.J. could see the shock and betrayal in her eyes. "We're not here for things like that. We're here to bring Kuza down. From the inside," he explained quickly. Maddison just looked at him confused. So the boys launched into their explanation- telepathically- telling her about the "Organization", Andy and Chris, the favor they asked for, and Vixen. As soon as Maddison heard the name "Vixen" her eyes widened and she gasped. "Oh my goddess!"

"What?" both Ronnie and T.J. asked, hopeful. "I know her," Maddison said quickly, grabbing Ronnie's arm in a tight, fearful grip. "We've been sharing a cell together with Taylor-"

"Taylor's here too?" Ronnie growled. Maddison nodded sadly. "She and another girl, an Irish red head named-"

"Annabelle," T.J. said sighing, somewhat relieved. Maddison looked at him confused. "How did you know?" she asked. "We knew her," Ronnie answered and Maddison saw T.J.'s jaw clench in anger. She guessed that T.J. must have been close with Annabelle before she was taken.
"I was," T.J. said, hearing her thoughts. "I was on the phone with her the night Kuza took her."

Maddison's eyes filled with sadness at this. "I'm so sorry T.J.," she whispered, patting his arm. T.J. smiled at her warmly and thanked her. "So what's the plan?" she asked them. Ronnie and T.J. looked at one another for a moment before they nodded and Ronnie launched into his explanation of the plan.


Vixen's head snapped up as she heard footsteps down the hall. She had been trying so hard not to say anything to what Kuza and Vegas had been talking about, let alone take the knife that was sitting there with her behind the bar and stabbing the man who murdered her and Andy's families in the empty cavity where a heart would normally be. Everyone turned to look behind the two men at the bar as Malice returned, clearing her throat to announce her entrance, two dark haired men trailing behind her. Vixen's eyes lit up as she recognized one of the men. It was her old friend, as well as Chris's old Bassist, T.J. Bell. She had to suppress a smile as she saw the man, and she had to try even harder to suppress that smile again when she finally recognized the man with her friend.

It was Andy's long time friend Ronnie Radke.

It looked like the boys had called in the Calvary.

"It's nice to know that you know me sweetheart," Vixen heard Ronnie's voice slip into her mind, a slight chuckle with it, and her eyes immediately darted over towards Vegas, fear in her eyes at the fact that he may have heard him. "Don't worry," T.J. sent to her this time as Ronnie and him hugged Kuza like they were old friends, which- Vixen knew- they technically were. "Wolf boy over here can't hear what we say to you and what you girls say to us thanks to a few spells supplied to us by the Organization," Ronnie explained. Vixen nodded, glancing back at Taylor and Annabelle, who by the looks of it, had heard Ronnie as well. "And as for Kuza being our 'Friend'? Yeah, not so much anymore," T.J. added as the two boys sat down at the bar. Vixen gave a barely noticeable nod towards them at this.

"Vixen my dear," Vixen glared at Kuza as he addressed her. "What Michael?" She growled. T.J. and Ronnie stifled their laughter at her defiance, as did Annabelle, while Malice and Taylor just shook their heads. Kuza glared back at Vixen angrily. "You know better than to address me in such a way love," Kuza growled and Vixen caught a glint of silver flash from Kuza's hand. A silver dagger. "You will be punished for such disobedience later. For now, why don't you, Taylor, Malice and your dear Annabelle there-" Annabelle growled as Kuza said her name and T.J. couldn't help but smile. "That's my girl," he whispered in her mind. "Fight him." Annabelle smirked at him as Kuza continued. "Make my friends and I some drinks while we talk terms?" Vixen rolled her eyes but walked over to Ronnie and leaned over the bar. "What'll you have Radke?"

"Manners, Vixen," Kuza chided. Vixen growled and Ronnie smirked. "Your fine girl," he told her telepathically. She nodded. Ronnie sat there for a moment then asked, "What do you think I would like?" Vixen smirked. "Depends on your poison. You a whiskey man, or a tequila? Or hell, you could be a bourbon boy for all I know," she chuckled. Ronnie chuckled as well. "All depends on how I feel," he countered. Vixen nodded. "You a cocktail or a shot man?" she asked. "Either or." Ronnie answered immediately. Vixen rolled her eyes. "Not helping Radke," she growled in his mind. He chuckled. "Just fix me something you think I'd like darling," he said, winking at her. Vixen suppressed the need to throw her hands up in the air in defeat. "Fine. Red Headed Slut Shots it is!" she said, grabbing a bottle of Jagermeister, Peach Schnapps, and a bottle of Cranberry juice from the fridge behind the bar. Ronnie raised a brow at her. "Red Headed Slut Shots? Really?" He asked, snickering mentally. Vixen just rolled her eyes and grabbed a double shooter shot glass and started making his drink.

T.J. and Annabelle watched the scene between Ronnie and Vixen unfold, trying not to laugh. "Where the hell did she learn that drink?" He asked her telepathically, his Irish accent once again present. Annabelle smirked. "Me." T.J. raised a brow at this but let it slide. "You remember what I had you make for me at The Black Rose?" Annabelle nodded. "I want you to make the same thing for me when I speak aloud, alright lass?" Annabelle nodded again. "So what'll you have Mr. Bell?" She asked aloud. T.J. took a moment, acting as if he was thinking on what he may want. "Why don't you make me up something my little Irish Rose," he said, this time aloud and without his accent. Annabelle raised a brow at the missing accent but said nothing. "What would you recommend for me my lovely little lass?"

Annabelle hid the small smile his nickname caused to play upon her lips as she answered. "Well, how does A Green Demon sound?" T.J. nodded appreciatively. "I don't believe I've ever had one before so I'll give it a shot," he said. Annabelle nodded. "And as a treat, I'll make you something special, a shot known as Terror From The Deep. Sound good?" She asked. T.J. nodded, his eyes sparkling with laughter. "Sounds delightful, my beautiful Irish Rose," he whispered. Annabelle blushed but rolled her eyes as she fished out the ingredients for T.J.'s drinks.


A short time later, the girls stood off to the side, waiting to refill any drinks the men may want- Ronnie having asked Vixen to fix him a couple more of those shots and (telepathically) telling her to give him a Royal Flush after he told her to make another guess- while the men themselves, spoke terms on the women in the room.

"So Raymond," Ronnie said, slamming down his third Red Headed Slut Shot. "What's your interest in Vixen over there?" Vegas glanced over at Vixen and grinned wickedly, making her shiver in disgust. "Well, word has it that Miss Sola knows the location of a certain family heirloom of the Sola family's that I have been wishing to procure for quite some time-"

"Yeah and murdering both mine and Andy's families in the process," Vixen grumbled, fixing herself a double shooter filled with Rumchata and Malibu Coconut Rum. After some coaxing from Ronnie and T.J., Kuza had finally allowed the girls to have a couple drinks of their own, as long as they didn't go overboard with it, and seeing as Vixen had a very high alcohol tolerance, she planned to take advantage. She'd already slammed down six "Malibuchata Shots", as she had named them, and she wasn't even buzzed yet.

Kuza glanced over at Vixen as she slammed down her seventh shot, filling the shooter again. "Something you wish to share with the rest of us Vixen, darling?" he asked her politely. She growled in response and slammed her eighth shot. Vegas looked over at Vixen as well and raised a brow. "Don't you think she's had a bit too much there Michael?" he asked, but Kuza shook his head. "Unlike my other girls, Vixen has a high tolerance for many things, alcohol and pain being two of them. She could slam through another..." he trailed off for a moment, doing the math in his head. "About another twenty of those double shots before she would even begin to feel a buzz. Don't worry Raymond, she'll be fine." Ronnie and T.J. glanced at Vixen, their eyes wide as she slammed down two more shots, one after another. Damn. That chick could hold her liqueur.

"Now, you said you wanted some time with Vixen as well boys?" Kuza asked, turning his attention to Ronnie and T.J. Both men nodded. "Hmm, well then this is a bit of a predicament now isn't it?" Ronnie and T.J. shared at look with one another. "Why does Raymond want you so bad Vixen?" Ronnie asked her telepathically. A growl of rage slipped through both men's minds and they glanced over at the red and black haired girl who was still slamming down shots. She was glaring daggers at Vegas and clenching her shot glass so hard that her knuckles were turning white. "Morgana's Ring," she growled.

The sound of glass shattering made everyone but Vixen- and Vegas- jump. Everyone turned and looked at Vixen whose hand, the one that had once been clenching the shot glass, now sat clenched on the bar counter, bleeding and embedded with shards of glass. Malice came up to her with a rag, grabbing her injured hand and taking her over to the sink where she proceeded to clean Vixen's hand, taking out all the glass and washing away the blood. Annabelle grabbed a broom and swept up the shards of glass from the floor and counter before wiping the counter down and sanitizing it. Kuza shook his head. "As much as I love that woman she can be a handful at times," he grumbled, leaning back in his wing-back chair, rubbing his temple. Vegas's head whipped towards the human, his gaze piercing. "You love the female wolf?" he asked. Kuza nodded, no longer phased by Vixen being called a "wolf". He had honestly always known there was something different about the girl, but at the time he had just believed it to be the fact that she was a witch and nothing more. Hell, even Franccessca, his Siren Submissive, hadn't picked up on her wolf genetics back when he and Vixen had been together so Kuza had had no real reason to thing she was anything other than a human, or witch, or whatever their species went by. Now of course he knew different.

"Vixen and I were in a relationship once, when she was fourteen," he whispered, smiling as he thought back on those happier times. Times before he got into the Supernatural Human Trafficking business. They had been happy then, they had had nothing really to worry about than people bullying Vixen, and according to her, that had been an everyday thing back then.
Hell they were going to be parents at one point. One big, happy family. And he had to go and botch the whole thing up. It was his fault Vixen had lost their daughter Aimee all those years ago, Kuza knew that. He had been crushed when he had come home that night, after she had confronted him here at the warehouse, and she hadn't been at home. He had believed that, even after she had forgiven him for lying to her, for not telling her about the business, that she had left him anyways, taken their daughter away, never to be heard from again.

He searched for her of course. He had his band mates and friends all search for her, but they hadn't been able to find her for the longest time. Until that day he'd met with another master who had said he'd heard whispers of a woman who was locked in a warehouse, one that didn't belong to any of the master's there in Seattle. A pregnant girl. Kuza had known immediately that it was his Vixen and had rallied his band mates and taken off for that very warehouse. It was there he had found his beloved little Vixen, laying beaten and bruised, blood pooling from between her legs as she had tried to push out the screams of agony that she had been feeling as her broken body began the rejection phase of miscarrying their little girl.

Kuza had rushed her to the hospital, hoping against hope that they would be able to save their little angel, but he had gotten there too late. Aimee was already gone, and Vixen...Vixen had never truly been the same again.

"Kuza!" Kuza jumped as Ronnie yelled his name, snapping his fingers in front of his face. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" He asked, dazed. He looked at the three men before him. Ronnie and T.J. shared twin looks of shock and sorrow, while Vegas's features remained pensive as he cradled his tumbler full of whiskey. "No man," T.J. said, emotion choking his voice. "But you did." Kuza looked at him quizzically. He was about to ask what he meant when someone spoke from beside him.

"If you felt so responsible for our daughter's death Michael," Kuza turned and saw Vixen standing there, her face an emotionless mask, but her stormy blue eyes showed all the pain and rage that she had towards him. And damnit if it didn't cut him to his core in that moment. "If you felt so responsible Michael," she repeated, her voice wavering slightly before steadying, her gaze hardening. "Then why did you let Franccessca near me again when I was pregnant with Alexander?" Kuza gulped, holding her hard gaze, watching the tears well in those stormy blue eyes. "You knew she had been the one to imprison me in that warehouse when I lost Aimee. You knew. I had told you, and yet you still kept her around. Still kept all this going," Vixen waved her hand around her, signaling that she meant the Human Trafficking business.

"You know I did this because-"

"Don't try and feed me that bullshit again Michael!" She screamed at him, making everyone- but Vegas- once again, jump in shock. "You did it because you felt powerful! That's why you kept doing it! And when I threatened to leave you, to take Alex with me and raise him away from the monster who was his father, you locked me away in here as well! You had your clients have their way with me, day in, and day out! You didn't even care about me! Or the well being of your unborn son at that point! You just wanted to be in control!" With every angry word that Vixen threw at Kuza she got closer and closer to him, and while neither Vegas, nor Kuza himself noticed, Ronnie and T.J. did. They also noticed that Malice was sneaking up behind Vegas, Taylor trailing her, while Annabelle trailed Vixen.

T.J. caught Annabelle's gaze for a split second. "Be ready," she sent to both him and Ronnie. "When Vixen gives the signal we run. We fight our way out of here and then we run." T.J. blinked once, telling her he understood. "You were drunk with power Michael!" Vixen continued, practically in his face now, her hands on either side of the wing-back chair. "You were so drunk with it, you didn't care that Franccessca was plotting against you at the time! She had a plan to tear you down, to make you hers! But there was only one thing in here way," Vixen glared into Kuza's eyes, her breathing labored as she lashed out. Her power crackled around her and Kuza back father into his seat, trying to back away from the suddenly very frightening woman before him. "I was the only thing standing in her way. Me and Alex. If I had our son, she could kiss your love and affection bye-bye! So she tried to kill me! Again! And you just let it happen!" She screamed. Kuza shook his head frantically, the memories Vixen had of the night she lost their son pushing their way into his own mind thanks to Vixen's out of control magic, and he saw Franccessca and Vixen talking at the top of the two flights of stairs Kuza had found her at the bottom of later that night. He watched as the Siren and the Witch fought, saw Vixen turn away from Franccessca, intent on leaving and not engaging in the fight any more. He watched Franccessca's eyes flash a bright glowing blue, right before she grabbed Vixen by a fistful of her hair, wrenched her back to her and whispered something in her ear.


"I will get Michael all to myself you little slut. Even if I have to kill you and your little mutt to do it. I hope you like warm places Vixen dear, cause where you and your little bastard are going, no amount of sunscreen is going to save that ugly ass skin of yours from being charred off of your bones. I'll tell Michael you...well, no I won't. See you in Hell Vixen Sola."


Vixen whispered the words Franccessca once whispered to her in Kuza's ear as she forced him to watch the memory. Then she made sure he watched as Franccessca thrust out the arm holding Vixen by her hair, releasing her as she did, and made him watch as Franccessca laughed as a seven month pregnant, seventeen year old Vixen tumbled down the two flights of stairs she had been standing at the top of moments before. "No..." She heard Kuza whisper, his voice choked with emotion. Vixen grinned at his pain. "Yes, Michael. Franccessca killed our son that night. And because of you, because you didn't listen to me after we lost Aimee, she almost killed me as well. And you know what?" She once again locked gazes with Kuza. "I can't wait to bathe in both of your guys's blood! It will be my personal revenge for the murders you both committed for our children!"

In a flash,Vixen took the silver knife that had been strapped to Kuza's front pocket, grabbing it from its sheath before he had even known what she had done, and plunged the bastards own blade straight into his stomach. "That's for our daughter you sick psycho bastard!"

That was the signal.

As soon as Vixen had plunged the stolen knife into Kuza, Malice let out a war cry and plunged the blade she had been hiding- the knife that had been behind the bar earlier- straight into Vegas's chest, catching the wolf off guard. Ronnie and T.J. jumped out of their seats, T.J. shifting forms and running with Annabelle by his side, while Ronnie ran with Taylor and Malice, Vixen just on their heels, throwing out spell after spell, killing any Supernatural that came near them. It seemed as if they were going to make it.

But of course they couldn't have been more wrong.

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Notes

Author's Note:
Well, we get to see more of Vixen and Kuza's past, and some of it from Kuza's perspective this time! How about that, huh? :D And how about the whole bar scene thing with Vixen and Ronnie and Annabelle and T.J.? Lol. Red Headed Slut Shots, Terror From The Deep, all those drinks I mentioned are actually real drinks. I looked up different drinks just for this chapter (and the Chapter the Terror From The Deep and A Green Demon drinks were mentioned in last time) haha. Oh and the "Malibuchata" shots Vixen kept slamming down? I don't think its an "Official" drink but it's actually something I've had before. First time I ever got drunk- which was actually just a couple months back lol xp - my boyfriend and one of our friends had bought a bottle of Malibu Coconut Rum and Rumchata and my boyfriend had filled a double shooter (shot glass) half full of Rumchata then filled it the rest of the way with Malibu. When I first saw it I was weary as fuck cause I thought it would be disgusting and all that (plus I'd never had nor heard of Rumchata before so I was a little skeptical of it and everything like that) BUT, I still gave it a shot (no pun intended there lmao xD) And, as it turns out, it was absolutely DELICIOUS!!!
I think I slammed like, four or five double shooters of that mix that night lmao, that was how much I liked it. And that, mixed with the three or four double shooters I'd had of E & J (I think it was their "Black blend" or something like that, idk I'm not a Brandy person normally, I'm a Rum girl lmao xp), and the two bottles of Green Apple flavoured Angry Orchard...I was drunk xD. Top it off with a rousing game of "Cards Against Humanity" with my friends that I consider my family, and it had been one of the best nights of my life! XD
Anyways, while I personally may not be able to slam down twenty to thirty double shooters of alcohol and barely feel buzzed, Vixen can (and I've put a lot of my past and personality into her character so...yeah lol). I had fun with just that little bit haha.
So, next chapter we get to see a fight scene and something is going to happen to Vixen that is VERY rare in the Supernatural world. What is it? You'll just have to wait and find out haha.
Also, I hit the Jackpot the other night! I think I mentioned in an Author's Note a couple chapter's back that my co-author for the original Blood Secrets and I had lost a lot of what we had written for that story and were pretty much going to have to start from scratch and all that. Well, as it turns out, I emailed a lot of (my half) of Blood Secrets to myself a while back and had TOTALLY forgotten about it until I was going through my email the other day and ya know throwing out the trash and all that. So we have a bit of it (on my end at least), but a HUGE chunk of all that we had written is missing and we'll just have to hope that we can remember what our plans had been for the characters at the point where what I have drops off and all that. The good thing though? I have all of the first book! Whoo Hoo! haha
Alright enough rambling out of me lol!
Until Next time guys! See you on the other side and Blessed Be!
- Vixen Biersack =^.^=
P.S. link below is a photo of what Morgana's Ring looks like (short explanation? The Black Sapphire gem that was in the engagement ring Morgana once wore was made into a pendant and sealed the worst of her newly darker and more twisted powers after the death of her fiance and after she had found out she had been pregnant with her son. I started typing out a history/legend thing that I thought to put in Chapter Eighteen but I scrapped the idea in the end. I still have all of what I had written on it, but I just don't plan on putting the whole thing into the story until maybe later on in the story...if ever- by that I mean if I ever finish the damned thing lmao xD. Also, I had originally had something different written out for the whole "bar scene" in this chapter but my mom's computer (the laptop I'm using to type out the story when I don't use my phone lol) crashed on me and I hadn't saved the document recently before it had happened so I had lost what I wrote and had to redo the whole damned thing...it kinda sucked cause I liked the first draft but, you gotta roll with the punches and all that lol. Alright now I'm done rambling and now its off to write chapter twenty-two! :D

Morgana's Ring (New Link since last one didn't Work)