"Spitfire...I see you arrived at a good time." Adam spoke.
Spitfire nods, he was frightened to say anything to his father.
"Wait... what's that?..... cat got your tongue?" Adam continues, with a smirk, " ha... I'm just kidding, I'm glad you could make it."
Spitfire didn't answer but never did cower down, he stood his ground against his sarcastic Dad, luckily for Spitfire, his Uncle Buddy came from the left of Adam.
"Isn't she cute?" Buddy smiles.
Spitfire spoke softly, "Please excuse me... I'm going to go find Cousin Grey." Spitfire says,
trying to be kind but also find a getaway from his father,
He walked off quickly to the kitchen,
Cousin greys festive cooking has been known to bring strays to the front door, he's a wonderful cook...
when he found him stirring something in a pot, Spitfire spoke...
"Cousin grey?"
Cousin grey turned with a smile on his face, only one person had that voice, and Cousin grey missed it, and although Cousin grey was a mountain of a man, he wrapped his large muscular arms around Spitfires petite figure, he spoke while he loved Spitfire tightly, picking him off the ground in his enormous hug...
"I missed you... " Cousin grey tells.
Spitfire had his head buried in Cousin Grey's ashy grey beard.
"Oh, Cousin Grey... I missed you more," Spitfires voice was shaky, " and you need to believe me, Dad was mean to me... it was a necessity for me to run away, please forgive me."
Cousin Grey smiles, glancing down to Short Spitfire, "Honey... I'm sure you are telling the truth, but I'm not sure what went on with-" He was cut off.
"You are not sure?" Spitfire spoke,
"I've told you... Dad stitched my mouth shut,
he hurt me."
Cousin grey looked Spitfire in the dark eyes,
he was concerned as he rubbed his hand on Spitfire's back,
feeling each backbone through his shirt, "S-stitched?"
"Yes... he-" Spitfire went to say, but Adam walked into their conversation.
"Adam!" Cousin grey says,
he slowly loosened his hug on Spitfire.
Adam starred coldly at Spitfire,
he was warning Spitfire by only look,
then shot a smile at Cousin Grey... "Mmmh... what are you cooking?"
he says happily, glancing back to Spitfire.
Adam was going to make sure that Spitfire wasn't going to say anything about His sewing job, unfortunately for him, that was the first thing Spitfire told Cousin Grey, now the question is... does Cousin Grey believe it?
Cousin grey released Spitfire, answering Adam, " Stew... and Homemade white bread."
Spitfire smiles as he takes the lid off the stew,
taking a deep breath in, it smelled incredible,
he has not had a piece of homemade bread in months.
Adam nods, "Well... it smells amazing... I cannot wait for dinner." He says making eye contact with Spitfire, he meant that very sarcastic towards his eldest, and Spitfire took the threat.
Cousin grey didn't notice the friction between father and son and continued to stir his stew.
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2 hours later
Spitfire adventured around Buddy's house,
it felt like forever since he's walked these halls,
Pictures of past relatives hung on each side, his grandma Maybelle, His grandpa Loo, all, following one characteristic feature, the Nose, the same nose Spitfire has...
Spitfire had never seen these pictures before and never met his grandparents
he knew nothing of his actual descendants since he was adopted,
but his raised grandparents and relatives were all rich in music history.
Why did he resemble these people so much?...
he's not even related, or at least that is what Spitfire was told,
he moved down the hallway, admiring a woman placed in a frame.
Who was she? Spitfire thought to himself...
he stared but turned around, frightened,
when someone tapped his shoulder,
Spitfire took a shaky flutter in relief as it was only Buddy.
"Oh, you scared me... I thought you were-" Spitfire stops to think when Buddy recapitulates what he was about to say...
"You thought I was your dad?"
"Yes," Spitfire says, taking a shaky deep wind, "W-who are the rest of these people?... who is she?" he asked curiously.
Buddy answers pointing to the picture, "This is my mom..."
"She looks evil?" Spitfire explained, "Cold hearted,"
Buddy nods with a smile, "She was!! ... She was the lady of Edinburgh."
"Lady?" Spitfire asks curiously.
"Yes.. lady, things have become more modern these days... and we usually don't follow the guidelines like before," Buddy explains.
"What guidelines?" Spitfire answers he was surprised by the knowledge,
why was Buddy acting like they were all some sort of royal fragments?
"maybe Spitfire, I'll give you a history lesson tonight... you might not know it, but this family is very interesting, some believe we are cursed,
others... " He smirks, "Believe we're just all crazy."
"Are you pulling my leg?" Spitfire grins.
"No... I am not pulling your leg,
this is all very real." he points to the pictures, some of which were very haunting, "The people of Edinburgh still stand,
some of us just don't know it yet." he smiles, placing a hand on Spitfires shoulder.
Spitfire watched Buddy walk away,
what did Buddy know that he didn't?.
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8:30 PM
The sound of a Bass guitar rocked the chandeliers.
Tommy Joe Rattliff, Adam lamberts Bass guitarist
and Cousin Greys First Cousin planned a special gig just for Halloween since it's his favorite holiday, he flipped his blonde hair to the rhythm,
Tommy always got lost in the music he played.
Adam tapped his foot to the beat,
it's been some time since he's heard music,
he's been on break for months, and not touring drove him crazy,
he loved the adrenaline in the air while performing,
and hearing Tommy's bass loud enough your heart pounded to the rhythm of the music, and you could feel it, made him feel inspirational.
.........................................
The lights were low with a green tint,
Buddy Served Punch to whoever wanted some, and Spitfire was in that line.
"Meow, right?" Spitfire giggles at Buddy's costume,
giving Uncle Buddy his plastic cup to get his share of punch.
"Yep... I'm a black cat... I think it fits my personality," Buddy smiles, pouring red punch in Spitfire's cup.
Spitfire smiles, he had a masquerade mask, black, and silver, his red lips were all you could see below his dark brown eyes.
"Here you go.. enjoy," Buddy says, handing the cup back.
"Thank you, Uncle," Spitfire answers gratefully, taking the cup,
walking away, he travels to the dance floor, leading to a corner.
From where Spitfire stood, he could see Adam talking to Brooke,
the both of them dressed for Halloween,
but the throbbing pain in Spitfire's bones was becoming hard to handle,
he went over his 4-hour dosage and needed it right about now.
Spitfire tried to not think about it, but his body trembled,
Spitfire couldn't take it anymore,
he slowly reached in his small shoulder bag, draping low on his hip, and grasped the needle and syringe.
Spitfire eyed Adam, who was still chit-chatting to Brooke across the room, everyone else seemed to be busy enjoying the disco above the dance floor, so he slowly put the needle to his arm after he took the lid off sliding it under his skin, it burned, but the after effect stopped Spitfires hurting.
Spitfire watched the syringe drain as he pushed the bottom in,
the liquid disappearing.
Spitfire took a deep breath in as he experienced the drug take over, chills, traveled up his spine and he sighed, the sharpness made his arm hair stand up straight, his hands shook as the drug traveled into his bloodstream, his pupils dilated as he scrambled to find the lid to the syringe.
"Oh great," Spitfire says, dropping to his knees to look under the chair he was standing alongside, the lid must have fallen.
"Hey." someone says from behind Spitfire who was on the ground, "Dropped something?"
"uhm... I did, actually... my earring, I guess it fell out." Spitfire says glancing behind him, it was Elijah...Turtle, and Taylors Son.
Spitfire quickly grabbed his earring from the other ear and tossed it in his bag, he continued to look.
Elijah knelt and tried to help,
deciding to run his hand underneath the rug, pushing out the lid,
Spitfires eyes lit up as he saw the lid, if someone happened to get it, that could be the evidence to destroy him.
Elijah shrugged, standing up, not noticing the lid,
he was only young and wasn't suspicious at all.
"Opp.. found it," Spitfire says, suddenly grabbing the earring out of his bag and showing Elijah.
Elijah smiles, "Oh good... well... I better run, Dad, wanted me for something before I helped... see you later, Spitfire."
Spitfire grins, nervously placing the lid on the syringe when the boy left, his smile formed a nervous line across his face,
he was anxious and scared,
what if Elijah saw the lid and asked questions,
Spitfire would have been put on the spot,
and he was frightened by what his family would do.
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The party continued till late that night,
Spitfire didn't leave the house till midnight,
barely arriving at Beau's house, at 12:25
he didn't even get into his pajamas when he arrived,
but just dropped tiredly next to Beau in bed.
Beau woke, cracking a smile as Spitfire cuddled closely to him.
"How'd it go?" Beau asked.
"It went.... surprisingly, well... I barely talked to Dad," Spitfire says slowly, he remembered about Buddy's history lesson about his family, but the night got away from him and his uncle, Spitfire grabbed his phone texting his Uncle, saying...
"Hey... sorry for this late night text... I'm still interested in that story about the family... maybe we could meet tomorrow?"
He didn't receive a text back,
Spitfire put his phone back on the nightstand, closing his eyes,
falling asleep alongside Beau.