Well, off we go. But before we continue, For anyone who read the first few chapters last month, this is a reminder that will explain some of what takes place.

There were 2 potions, one marked 00, the one Catarina warned Lucas to get away from Andie and Davis, the one that would do whatever it was asked to do.

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Andie lay on the bed sleeping, the cats curled up besides her. Davis had no idea what day it was anymore or even the time of the day or night. He was wide awake, the feeling of being trapped inside the mansion with a maniac vampire after them was not letting him rest. And Lucas, what he did, how it happened, how the whole mess happened. The silly potion caused such trouble for all of them. He wanted out, the guards still stationed outside. Even with his handy work jamming the door so he could open it, he would not dare to try to escape. They would not allow them to go anywhere even if he tried to trick them.

There has to be a way to distract them, but how could he do that and then how could they escape? He thought about it for while. Working on his wigs as he did.

He fussed with a blonde wig, which was long and flowing. He pinned the hair back and left loose tendrils, to fall framing the plastic face. He had a dark wig curled into spirals, and laughed at the thought of wearing it. Calling himself Elena, and Andie could be Buffy. But she was no slayer, she was no Buffy. But he would be, if he had the chance. He had made all kinds of tiny assault weapons out of Lucas's fine furnishing. He had several daggers all dipped into his silver and wax mix if he needed to use them, he would.

There has got to be a way out of here! He thought to himself as he fussed with his models. On the table along with all the makeup and curling irons was his fanny pak, those two words made him giggle, every time he said fanny pak he giggled. He dug inside for more hair pins and fumbled with a tiny bottle, he lifted it out and saw it was the other potion, the one marked 00.

Hmmm, the other potion? I forgot all about you. Should I open it? Maybe, maybe not. He held it for a while wondering what it was and how it worked, if it did anything. He opened it and took a sniff and it smelled lovely, far too lovely to not dab himself with a little of it, seemed it was perfume. Perhaps that was all it was. What harm could it cause now, things just could not get any worse.

As he plotted his way out in his mind, he heard a rustle at the door and it opened slowly. The solar lights on, he felt somewhat secure.

Marcus stood in the doorway, dressed in a very expensive, dark suit. On his feet, big, black, combat boots. His hair tied back in a tail.

''What's the occasion? A funeral perhaps? Mob hit? Some grave robbing activity you just can't resist?"  Remarked Davis to him, as he continued to fuss with the wigs.

''Hello Davis, I was just checking in and you and the lovely little nightmare over there,'' He said with a smile on his face.

''You enjoying yourself Marcus? Aiding and abetting your kidnapper, big brother?''

''Actually no, I am not. Seems I am stuck here babysitting you two troublemakers, while my brother gets control of himself."

''Oh really? Us two troublemakers? You know you really got us figured out, don't you?" He stood up, walked to the door. He was wearing pink pumps with his jeans and otherwise ordinary clothes. Holding a hairbrush in his hand, the other hand on his hip.

"You know me and Andie just love death threats, they make us feel so important. Being locked up for days, something we always dreamed of. And vampires on crack, has been such a good time," He said.

''Yes, it seems you have a knack for making the worst of every situation," Marcus said accusingly to him.

Davis was not one to spar with, he was loaded with insults and ready to fire them, he had lost his fear of the vampires. He wasn't going to take it from Marcus, but he did not want to wake Andie. He was going to cut the conversation off and hope for Marcus to leave, but all changed when Marcus insulted his shoes.

''What is with the horrible neon pink heels? You look like a cheap whore from the meatpacking district down in Chelsea. I mean really? Class is not your strong suit now is it. And you walk with no grace.Why bother to wear them with your enormous feet?'' Marcus laughed as he insulted Davis.

''And of course, you would know all about cheap ho's, wouldn't you," answered Davis.

''I do not engage in such activity, you obnoxious, foul mouthed, little troll!"

"Oh I see, you have syphilis don't you? Catch that from the ho's? No other explanation for your lack of fashion sense."

"Syphilis, I have syphilis because I don't like your shoes? You are an idiot!"

"Did you look at your shoes Marcus? You dressed in what? Armani? And you wearing combat boots? Who is an idiot? Only a man with syphilis would walk around like that!. Or perhaps you are a big fan, of Hermun Munster?"

''Hermun who?" Asked Marcus.

''You know, the Munsters? The monster show?" He held the hairbrush up like a microphone and began to sing. "They creepy and they cooky, they all together ooky. No wait, that one is about your mamma's side of the family!'' Davis laughed at him.

Marcus did not understand the reference but knew he was being insulted and so was his mother, this was unheard of. He was growing annoyed and angry!

''Listen up little man, I am dressed accordingly, if there is any trouble I need to be able to move quickly to save you and my stupid brothers love interest, nightmare!" He pointed to the bed. "If such an occasion arises, you should not be parading around in heels. How on earth can you be expected to run if need be? And I will not be carrying you off because you are too stupid to know any better!"

"I can move just fine, in fact if you didn't have the advantage of super speed, I could outrun your dumb ass any day of the week, in style, in my heels, in whatever shoes I want to wear!" He stomped! Throwing the brush down to the floor.

They were yelling at each other, loud enough to wake Andie, she sat up listening in disbelief that they were fighting over shoes.

''Really? I mean really? What time is it? What day is it?'' She sat up asking, wiping her eyes.

''Its is 6 pm, dinner is in 20 minutes." Arthur said into the intercom, announcing the household schedule coincidentally.

''Good evening lovely little nightmare" Marcus said to Andie.

Andie got up, stretched, stuck her tongue out at Marcus and walked to the bathroom.

Davis and Marcus got back to fighting.

"I bet you could not run in heels bitch!" Davis sniped at Marcus.

''Why would I ever do such a thing? Would never try! However no matter what, heel, shoe less or my boots I could outrun you even without my vampire gifts!"

"Gifts? Gifts? Gifts are nice shiny things wrapped in little packages, not freakshow abilities! You crazy man!" Davis was getting steamed, he was feeling trapped, the pressure of all the craziness starting to build up inside him, he was ready to explode! And then he did!

''Put the heels on motherfucker! I wanna see you run!'' Davis challenged him, snapping his fingers, Knowing Marcus would never agree. But with those words, just like that, Marcus was off and running down the hall in the pink heels. Davis was suddenly wearing the big black boots. His mouth hanging open in shock over what had just happened. Marcus off and running in his heels, the guards and Davis watching in disbelief.

What the hell is happening, how on earth did he do this, did he compel me? Am I imaging this? Am I drugged as well? How did that terrible little man manage to do this? This is horrible, I cant stop myself, I will kill him for this! Marcus looked down trying to control his bright pink feet in the neon pumps, flashing fast and furiously as he tore through the house down the halls racing back forth.

Davis frantically pulled the door shut and stood in front of it, hand over his mouth. Afraid of what just happened. Andie came out of the bath and sat down at the table with the wigs. There was shouting in the hall, it was Marcus and the guards.

''What is going on? Is there something wrong? Are we under attack?" Andie asked panicked.

''Nothing, nothing at all." Davis laughed nervously. Walking backwards watching the door.

What the fuck just happened? I did that, how did I do that? I just said it and off he went and how did I get his boots? Oh god, the 00 potion, I used the potion. I just asked for something, snapped my fingers and I got it. We gotta escape now, that bitch is gonna kill me for this! He thought. Thinking about how to flee, knowing to use his words carefully.

Andie headed to stand near the door and listen as the shouting continued. Davis grabbed her arm and pulled her away, smiling nervously, trying to distract her.

''Something is going on out there!" She said, her voice shaking.

''Come back here, sit down, try on the wigs, lets see how you look as a blonde." He said pushing her down to the chair .Setting the Blonde wig on her head. Sideways but it was on.

''Oh, Buffy. Now get your bag, we leaving!"

''What? Whats going on out there. don't you hear all the yelling?"

''Ignore them Sissy, I think we can make a break for it." He said. He put the Elena wig on and grabbed his fanny pack, directing Andie to grab the cats and get them in the carrier, they were escaping.

''We cant escape. We are locked in, how are we gonna leave? We are better off here."

''Better off in the house of horrors? No way Sissy, we can go someplace safe, away from these maniacs, move it!" He demanded! He looked around for whatever else they could take, he shoved his crafty vamp impalers into his side coat pockets.

He thought about what he wanted to do, took a minute to compose himself, snapped his fingers as Andie did what she was told to do and got the cats in the carriers.

There was no noise in the hall, the guards were now quiet. The door opened.

Davis took a peek out into the hall it was empty.

''Lets move it!"

They scurried down the hall, look for the garage. "I know this motherfucker gotta have a vehicle we can use."

''We cant steal a car Davis!"

''Oh yes we can and yes we will! Lucas cant do shit about it! What is he gonna do arrest me for escaping his kidnapping?" He laughed.

They found their way into the kitchen, he grabbed a few pieces of fruit making his way around to what looked more like a breezeway and then into the enormous six car garage. Several very nice, very expensive cars and A very nice Cadillac Suv. All the keys lined up on a rack, nice and neatly organized and named. Making it very easy to steal one of them.

''My my my, would you look at all these beauties." Said Davis. Looking around for the most appealing vehicle.

''What the hell is going on, where is everyone?" Something is really wrong here.'' She said.

He ignored her, grabbed the keys to the Cadillac and clicked it, The lights on and the motor purring, the sound of freedom. "Get in Sissy, I explain when we out of here, far away from here!"

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