I'm back everyone! Okay it's been way too long since I've written for this story. Thankfully my inspiration kicked back in and I finished this chapter! Yay! I'm not giving up on this story just yet! I'll be more busy as I'm now working on two other fanfics along with this one, but summer is coming very soon and that means more free time! Alright people it's reading time so sit back and relax because the next chapter is waiting for you...

CHAPTER 4: SIBLING QUARRELS

"For the last time I'm not here to sell anything, I'm not here for the show and how dare you accuse me of liking a fleshie band!"

"Thatch will you relax? He's only asking-"

"I know what he's asking Casper!" Thatch yelled turning to the ghost. "And stop interrupting me!"

"Look kid I'm sorry, but no fans are allowed in."

Thatch turned back to the guy he had been arguing with for the last ten minutes. It was the same one he had seen introducing his sister's band the other day. Unlike yesterday though he didn't have a cheery smile, it was more of an annoyed frown. Both Casper and Thatch had decided, although Thatch takes most of the credit, to head over where Allison's band had been playing. Casper had reasoned they were probably going to do another show if they were a known fleshie band. So here they were and so far no progress at all to get inside.

Thatch scowled. "For the last time I'm not a fan!"

The man crossed his arms still blocking the door. "Fan or not you are not allowed in."

How badly Thatch wanted to strangle the fleshie he had no idea. Casper put a hand on Thatch's shoulder seeing the vampire's eye twitch.

"Thatch getting angry isn't going to help." Casper said.

Thatch took Casper's hand off him and then got in the fleshie's face.

"Look here fleshie." Thatch hissed. "You are going to let me inside and let me see my sister before I-"

"Is something the matter here?"

Thatch stopped in mid threat when someone spoke. They all turned to see someone leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest with a amused smirk on his face. The man saw this guy and then looked a bit nervous.

"My apologies Mr. Reaper." The man said chuckling nervously. He then looked to Thatch with a annoyed look.

"I was just getting rid of some unwanted to company."

The demon chuckled. "I can see that. Now Giles don't call me by my last name, it makes me sound old. You can call me Brandon."

"Oh my apologies Mr-I mean Brandon. Let me just finish telling these two-"

"Actually Giles." Brandon interrupted removing himself from the door. "I can handle these two. Head inside while I do the talking."

"But-"

"Go on." Brandon said waving a hand. "I won't be long."

The man looked hesitant, but then nodded and went inside leaving Thatch and Casper alone with Brandon. The vampire looked ready to go on and talk, but Brandon beat him to it.

"So you're the famous Thatch I've been hearing so much about." Brandon sneered. "Shame so much about you has been spoken in foul language."

Thatch scowled at the demon only making Brandon smirk. Even though Casper didn't want these two to go off arguing he knew Thatch would probably encourage it before anyone could stop him. At that moment Thatch was shooting daggers for eyes at Brandon. Two reasons mainly. One being he was still on the other side of those doors and two was the fact now he had handle this demon. They had always been told to be wary of demons because of their nature for being trouble. As far as Thatch can tell this Brandon was a shadow demon. His night colored skin pretty much gave him away, those vibrant colored eyes as well. Thatch tried not to show his nervousness as those same eyes were glowing green.

Brandon grinned. "Now now. Don't be frightened. Ally told me to be a good little shadow demon so don't get your fangs in a twist Thatch my boy."

Thatch scowled. "Let me just see my sister. That's all I came for."

Brandon's eyes narrowed. "You know if it were up to me, you would have been running out of here with that ghost friend of yours some time ago."

He then shrugged. "Unfortunately, it's not so I'll complete my part of the deal here and let you inside before Jean decides curse me for the fifth time this month."

Thatch blinked. "Wait what?"

Brandon rolled his eyes. "I'm letting you in so get your butt moving."

With that said the demon turned towards the doors and opened it wide gesturing for them to follow. Casper and Thatch looked at each other before then going after the demon. They walking past the demon, Brandon closed the door. Then disappearing in a puff a purple smoke he came right before Thatch, who jumped in fright when he did.

"By the way…" Brandon said with a smirk. "If I were you I wouldn't have come at all. Allison's not exactly happy to see you."

Thatch frowned. "You don't think I know that?"

Brandon shrugged. "Hey I'm just telling what you're going to face. Anyway just keep walking down this hall and you'll hit the stage.

He smirked. "Good luck dude. You'll need it."

Purple smoke then covered the demon. Thatch saw the grin on his face before he completely disappeared in the smoke. All at once the smoke dissolved leaving the two monsters in the empty hall.

Casper took a breath in. "So...he was um...nice?"

Thatch scoffed. "Of course you think he's nice."

Not another word was spoken as the two walked down the hall. As they continued down another pair of doors was at the end of the hall. From the faint sound of instruments being used they could tell the stage was just on the other side. Realizing this Thatch quickened his pace just a bit and by the time he got to the doors he stopped.

"Something wrong Thatch?" Casper asked stopping as well.

Thatch narrowed his eyes. "Nothing's wrong. I just...I…"

The vampire then growled in annoyance. "It's none of your business Casper!"

Casper sighed, seeing the obvious hesitation in the vampire. "Thatch she's your sister. You shouldn't be afraid to see her."

"I'm not afraid!" Thatch scowled. The vampire faced the door hiding the nervous look on his face. "I'm just making sure this is the right door."

"Thatch it's the only door in this hall."

"I knew that!" Thatch growled. "You can never be too sure you know Sheet Boy!"

As Casper began wondering how he had gotten himself in this, Thatch turned to the door feeling a giant pit in his stomach. Shaking off the uneasy feeling Thatch gathered his confidence and then pushed the door open. Once it had opened the sound of music came to the vampire's ears. He looked around before stage before spotting Allison. The vampiress was with the other demons on stage as they practiced. They had just come in when they were in the middle of a song.

"-I won't be held down by who I used to beeeeeee!" Allison sang.

"She's nothing to me." Jena chorused.

Thatch slowly walked in hoping she wouldn't see yet. The song went on, playing a harmonious yet mysterious tone. Allison took to the mic.

"Feels like the weight of the world. Like all my screaming has gone unheard." She sang in a hushed and eerie calm tone.

"And oh I know you don't believe in me. Safe in the dark, how can you see?"

As the they played on Casper then went next to Thatch.

"She's really good." Casper said with a smile.

Thatch nodded, his eyes on Allison. "Yeah…"

"-I won't be held down! By whoooo I used to beeeeee!" Allison's voice rang out as the music became fast paced. Then it came to a soft and gentle tune.

"If you love me then let go of me. I won't be held down, by who I was!"

The music regained it's fast paced tune.

"If you love me then let go of me! I won't be held down! By whoooooo I used to beeeeee."

On that last note the music ended on a gentle hush. Once the sound ended Allison's gaze snapped to Thatch's. Her eyes narrowed. Looking away from the vampire, she undid the strap of the guitar around her, keeping absolute focus on the task instead of who had walked in.

Thatch took a breath in and then began walking towards the stage. The two demons on the stage gave each other grins before going back to fixing the instruments back to where they had been. Jean jumped off the stage and began walking towards Thatch.

She gave an amused smile. "Pity, sweet Ally left out how handsome her older brother was."

Jake came forward walking around Thatch keeping an eye on him. He chuckled deviously. "Too bad she's going to kill him."

Jeann shot Jake a glare. "Now Jake be nice. She won't kill him."

Jake scoffed. "Tell that to the guitar's remains."

Jean rolled her eyes before returning her gaze to Thatch. With a coy smile she giggled and turned Thatch to face her.

"Don't worry Thatch. At least she'll go easy on you."

Thatch gulped seeing the demon's eyes glow brightly.

"If it were me I'd have a lot of fun." She hissed with glee.

Jean patted his face before then walking off. Thatch turned to see the grinning red eyed demon looking at him. Jake then saluted and walked off towards Jean. As they walked out, Thatch turned to walk forward when he let out a panicked yelped, falling flat on his face. Scowling Thatch looked behind him to find some red and green rope was placed right where he had walked by and tripped. Hearing laughter from behind, Thatch watched, growling furiously, as the two demons both high fived each other and their magic ropes dissolved in a matter of seconds.

Casper, who witnessed it all, would've come to check on Thatch if those same red and green ropes hadn't suddenly made their appearance. With a startled gasp they wrapped around the ghost's body, entrapping him. To his own surprise he could not escape nor pass through the magic ropes.

His struggle to get free was interrupted when a hand tilted his head up to meet striking green eyes.

"No, no my little ghost-ling." Jean cooed. "Struggling doesn't help."

She grinned. "Besides these two need to be alone. So follow me."

Turning for the doors walking out, she snapped her fingers. Casper yelped as the ropes then forced him to move towards the doors against his will. As both Jean and the panicked Casper got through the doors, Jake watched them go inside and then casted a glance to Thatch, who had already recovered from his little fall, and grinned.

"Well we'll just be out here." Jake suddenly announced keeping one hand on the door as he began to close it.

"Hey, also." Jake said looking at Thatch. "If you do come out alive then you're free to tell us what happened! We just love the gossip!"

Slamming the door, the room grew silent as the booming echo faded.

"Can I never get rid of you?"

Thatch turned around and yelped seeing Allison right in front of him, her violet eyes in slits as she stared him down with fury.

She scoffed turning to the stage, walking. "You're still the same fleshie scared retard I left behind."

Thatch growled. "And you're still the same stubborn vampiress."

"Whatever." She said dismissively, jumping onto the stage.

"Whatever?" Thatch quoted. "Is that all you have to say?"

"Well," She said turning back to him arms crossed over chest. "I can go off yelling at you with every single curse word known in both monster and fleshie world, but I only need to say one thing..."

Anger flashed across her face. "...Despre cum îmi doresc să arzi în adâncul iadului, în loc să vorbești cu mine!"

Thatch looked at her in both rage and shock. "Did you just tell me to go to hell in Romanian?!"

She rolled her eyes. "No I asked if we go along prancing in a forest like freaks-Of course I did!"

Scoffing in absolute disbelief Allison marched further onto the stage. Knowing she was going to be like this the entire time Thatch grumbled under his breath and jumped onto the stage after her. The vampiress only kept on walking towards backstage. Thatch only feet away.

She stopped abruptly. Voice raising she said, "Why don't you just leave me alone?!"

"So you could what?" Thatch shot back. "Disappear again for another decade? Allison do you have any idea what you put our parents through in all that time?"

"I don't care." Allison said. "You all can just be burned at the stake and I wouldn't care."

Thatch was taken back when she said that. There was complete venom in her words. Not one hint of regret for saying them. It was enough for him to feel the temperature drop. This was not the sister he used to know. Something about her had changed. In no ways good at all.

"Go home Thatch."

He looked up seeing Allison's hateful stare.

"We don't want mommy and daddy's precious little child to get hurt since he keeps bugging his little lost sister, now do we?" She hissed with complete malice.

Thatch felt cold. What had happened to her?

Maybe he would've said something if his eyes hadn't seen what lay on her neck, now uncovered by her long hair. His stare hardened.

"Allison…" He said trying to keep his raising voice controlled. "...what the hell is on your neck!"

He failed miserably.

Allison looked confused before in one panicked motion did she let her hand quickly cover her neck. She cursed to herself. He didn't need to find out about that like this.

Brought from her thoughts she gasped out as Thatch had roughly grabbed her hand, removing it from her neck. His angry gaze fell on reversed pentagram burned into his sister's neck. Allison quickly shoved him back replacing her hair over the mark, but it was too late. He had seen it.

"You made a pact with them?!" Thatch yelled.

Allison growled. "So what?"

"SO WHAT?!" Thatch yelled. He ran his hands through his hair wondering if he should kill her or her demon friends. "Damn it Ally! This just might be the stupidest thing you ever did!"

Fury spread on her face. "What now I'm the stupid one?!"

"Why?" Thatch asked almost desperately. "Why would you ever make a pact with shadow demons?!"

"Because they've had my back for the past twenty years!" Allison spat out. "Unlike you and our fucking parents, they actually care!"

"Oh and me freaking out over here doesn't count as caring?!" Thatch snarled. "Allison if you weren't so thick headed-"

"THAT'S IT!" Allison screeched.

Before Thatch could try and get out of the way she tackled him. As his skull hit the stage below them, he shouted out in pain.

Paying no attention to this Allison snarled and began wrestling him, trying to pin her brother before he could move. The only slight advantage Thatch had was he was older and bigger than her. It didn't help as much against her vampire strength.

"What are you doing?!" Thatch said between grunts as he held Allison's attacking arms by the wrists only inches from his face.

"I'm trying to scratch your eyes out! Maybe it'll help you see things better!" She yelled making another hit for his face, but he grabbed her wrist before she could.

Realizing she wouldn't quit Thatch shoved her off, cringing as she yelped in pain once she hit the floor.

Allison snarled at Thatch before her entire body was then engulfed in smoke. His eyes widened after seeing she had now disappeared.

"Allison?" He asked timidly walking back, scanning the empty room for his sister.

SMACK!

"Argh!" Thatch howled in pain as something collided right into his back sending him sprawling to the floor.

Growling he painfully lifted himself back up. He looked behind him to find what had been thrown at him. It was the top portion of one of the seats that was in the room. By the looks of the tears along it, someone had torn it off with their bare hands.

"Why won't you fight me?!"

Thatch gasped, quickly throwing himself under the safety of the seats within the room, barely missing the other half of the seat that was thrown at him.

Allison grunted in frustration as she hadn't hit him. "STAND STILL!"

Once more did the vampiress grab hold of a chair, pulling it from it's bolted position in the floor, and hurled it to Thatch.

"Allison stop this!" He ordered jumping out of the way of the flying chair.

"MAKE ME!" She shrieked quickly transforming herself into a bat and flying for him.

Thatch yelped as he was then being attacked by Allison's bat form. She only kept it up for a short time until finally using her bat claws to strike him in the face. He yelped in pain, stumbling backwards as he clutched the side of his face with one hand. As Allison flew off for the stage, Thatch removed his hand to reveal the claw marks across his pale and now bleeding face. She had hurt him. His sister had actually tried and succeeded in hurting him.

"I won't tell you again Thatch."

His gaze fell on Allison. She was no longer in her bat form. Standing upon the stage the darkened look on her face showed Thatch just how much hate was seething within her.

"Leave me be and get out." She said flatly pointing for the door. "I don't ever want to see you again."

Frowning, he used the sleeve of his shirt and wiped off the blood on his face. With one last bit of courage he turned to face her. His own gaze just as hardened and determined as her own was.

"I will be back Ally." He promised. "Don't think I won't."

"Goodbye Thatch." She said firmly.

"Don't worry sweetie." A voice suddenly said.

Thatch jumped slightly as an arm wrapped around his shoulders while one hand jerked his head to the right finding Jean's devious smile.

"We'll make sure he finds the door." Jean cooed stroking the side of Thatch's face. He hissed as she touched the scratches on his cheek.

With a grin Jean made Thatch walk for the door, against his will. He only casted one glance behind him in time to see Allison disappear into smoke and fly off backstage as a bat. Disappearing behind it's red curtains, away from the disappointed and saddened stare of her brother.

Will Thatch keep by his word? What kind of pact did Allison make? Will you see the next chapter?! Hopefully very soon! The Queen has left the building everyone! Bye! :)