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~A/N: Gerard looks like Gerard from 2010, but he's two years older so he's 35. Frank looks like he did in 2012 when he was 31, and he also is 31 in the story.~

Dan woke up to Connor shaking his shoulder. "Dan get up! We are going to the ferry" Connor said and Phil came towards him with a knife. Phil opened Dan's cuffs of and helped him out of the car before slipping something to Dan's pocket. "Now, behave like a good boy. We can make you explode and you wouldn't want that right?" Phil whispered to Dan's ear and Dan whimpered. "Okay" Dan said and gulped. Getting blown up to air didn't sound like apleasent way to die. How deep in this shit he was? ~Time skip to when they arrived from Dover to Calais because I'm really fucking stupid and not sure what happens in a ferry like this one~ Dan was walking with Phil and Connor by his sides, making sure that he wouldn't escape. Dan was scared as hell, especially when they approached a sketchier side of the town. Soon they all stood in front of a tattoo parlour, Dan scared as fuck and Phil emotionless as always, Connor grinning widely being the bubbly person he always was. Susan would've been so disgusted by this place, Dan thought as Phil pushed him forward. They walked to the back door and were greeted by a shortish man with really dark brown hair. "Phill, waddap" the man asked and gave Phil a bro hug. "Good, you?" Phil asked grinning back at the man. "Sarah dumped me, but it's ok" the man said. He must be Brendon, Dan thought. "I thought you were getting married?" Connor asked and while Phil just stood there. "She got a hint of what I do for a living, but got it all wrong and thought I was cheating on her" he explained with not a hint of sadness in his voice. "It was her parents who pressured us to it anyways, they're like super religious and all and I didn't want her to get disowned by them as they seemed to be really important to her" Brendon said, shrugging his shoulders. Dan felt even more scared than before, as Brendon was talking about marriage like it was no big thing. To Dan, marriage WAS a big thing. He grew up in a Catholic boarding school after all. But then Brendon grinned widely. "It has been almost a year after that and I found someone better two weeks after it" he told and before anyone could say anything, a tall brown haired man hugged him from behind. Dan facepalmed because of the fact Brendon, Phil and Connor seemed like such good friends but hadn't even catched up with each other for a long time. What the fucking kind of a friendship was like that? "Dallon pleaseeee" Brendon whined while the man nuzzled his head to Brendon's neck. "Damn I feel left out, it sucks that the fucking demons have been all up our asses since they started looking for the Carolingian books so we haven't had the chance to be in touch" Connor said and Brendon nodded. The tall man was still hugging Brendon from behind. "Who are these people Brendon?" The man, or Dallon asked. "Especially him, I can see that he's not a hunter" Dallon said and stared directly at Dan. Dan gulped, Dallon was very scary, but not as scary as Phil. "Fiona was chasing him because of the Carolingian books, which he claims to know nothing about. Although we think he is the only person from the Howell family that didn't die in the fire" Phil explained and Dan furrowed his brows. "Wait how do you know about the fire?" Dan asked surprised and still scared for his life. Why did they know about the fire that killed his family when he was 9? "Shhh, let's get inside" Phil said and put a gun on Dan's head. Dan obeyed and soon they were sitting on couch in the basement of the tattoo parlour. "So, who the fuck are you" Brendon asked from Dan. "I'm Dan Howell, and I'm 21" Dan answered. "How the fuck did you meet these guys? You know that they are really fucking crazy?" Brendon asked and Dan wrote a mental note that Brendon likes the word "fuck" a lot. "Some woman named Fiona threw me against the wall and asked about something called the Carolingian books" Dan told and Brendon gasped. "And then I was kidnapped and I miss my girlfriend" Dan said and Brendon laughed. "Wow I could've bet that you are 120% gay" he laughted and Dan felt slightly offended. He loved his girlfriend, right? "I'm Brendon by the way and I'm 24" "I'm Dallon and I'm Brendon's boyfriend" Dallon said shortly. "He's 31 but doesn't like to admit it" Brendon laughted and kissed Dallon's neck quickly. "Hey I don't want to seem old" Dallon complained and Brendon laughted. Dallon kissed Brendon and at this point Dan was red, Phil was looking away and Connor was trying not to look but miserably failing. "Okay stop your pda please my single eyes can't handle this" Connor laughed before putting on a serious face. "We need a car. A camper that you can drive fast" Phil said and Dallon furrowed his eyebrows before his face lit up. "I actually have one, I hid it a year ago in the woods. You want me to get it for you?" Dallon asked and Connor started jumping around. "YES PLEASE" Phil and Connor shouted at the same time. Dan flinched which only made Brendon laugh. "What about me and Phil leave with you and Brendon can watch over Dan" Connor suggested and Dallon snorted. "You mean that we would leave Brendon to babysit Dan?" Dallon asked and Phil laughed. "That is certainly a terrible idea, Brendon can hardly take care of himself" Phil laughed. "Frank's coming here in an hour or so" Brendon said. "Shit I totally forgot... But Frank'a the same as Brendon, crazy, maybe even crazier" Dallon reminded. "But remember, he has a kid" Connor reminded. "And Gerard has calmed him down a lot" Phil added. "But isn't Gerard even crazier?" Dallon asked and Phil gulped. "That's true, Frank saved Gerard and Gerard saved Frank" Connor said and the others nodded meanwhile Dan had no idea of what was going on. "Is Gerard coming?" Brendon asked, slightly excited. "Frank didn't tell us anything but probably yes, Bandit is a difficult kid" Connor said and Dallon nodded and then said: "Knowing Frank, he will come with Gerard" "I guess we'll leave now then, Brendon tie Dan into a chair and ask Frank to ink him when he comes" Phil said and with that Dallon, Phil and Connor walked out leaving Dan alone with Brendon. "What did they mean by inking me" Dan asked and Brendon snorted. "You are such a kid" Brendon laughed and tied Dan to the chair. Dan didn't even resist anymore, he was too tired and too far away from home. "How old are you?" Brendon asked. "21" Dan answered and Brendon laughed. "You look younger than that" Brendon said. "You want some pizza?" Brendon asked offering Dan a plate with pizza on it. He had left Dan's left hand untied. Dan nodded and took the pizza gratefully. Brendon put on the tv and started watching some show on a random channel. Brendon and Dan just sat there in silence, Dan tied to his chair eating pizza and Brendon watching the show. This continued for some minutes until a very short man walked into the room. "FRANK! And Gerard!" Brendon shouted and hugged the man, or Frank as Dan now knew. Frank was short but he still looked very intimidating, probably because of the tattoos covering his skin. Susan and his foster parents always said that people with tattoos and piercings (other than women with earrings) were satanists. Behind Frank there was a man with bright red hair carrying a child that looked about 4 years old. Dan assumed that the man was Gerard. "Who's this?" Frank asked. Dan could clearly hear his American accent from his speech. New Jersey probably. Susan always said people from New Jersey are trashy druggies. "That's the hostage, Dan Howell" Brendon said and opened a bottle of beer that was on the table. "Uncle Brendon, what is a hostage?" the child asked. "Bandit, honey you are too young for that, now go with your papa" Frank said, smiling to the sleepy child. He pecked Gerard's lips and then turned back to Brendon. "You need to ink him the Mark by the way" Brendon said and Frank sighted. "Gee, put her to sleep please" Frank said and opened Dan's ties. He then pressed a gun on Dan's head and muttered a quick sorry before dragging Dan upstairs. Shit, what is happening to me? Dan thought while Brendon dragged him up the stairs, the cold metal reminding Dan of the possible death awaiting him if he did one wrong move.

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

As he and Brendon were leaving the room, Dan could see Gerard carrying Bandit (who looked extremely sleepy) to a room that looked like it belonged to a child. Frank tied Dan to a chair and started preparing the equipment. "Okay, I'll loosen your ties around your upper body so you can take your shirt off" Frank instructed and Dan looked terrified. "Wait what, why?" He shouted while being confused. "So I can tattoo the Mark to your chest, idiot" Frank said while grinning. "WAIT WHAT I DIDN'T AGREE ON THIS" Dan shouted and started struggling while making a lot of noice by shouting and screaming. Suddenly Gerard bursted to the room, looking pretty damn furious. "COULD YOU GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP, DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO PUT A 4 YEAR OLD TO SLEEP!?" "I'm sorry honey, Dan here just won't cooperate very well" Frank said, the anger in his voice very noticeable. Frank took his gun, cocked it and pressed the gun against Dan's head. "Now won't you just be a good little boy and cooperate for the sake of my lovely husband's mental health? We wouldn't want any accidents, wouldn't we?" Dan gulped and nodded at Frank who then grinned widely. "Do you need help?" Gerard asked. Dan gulped and took his shirt off. Gerard tied him up again. Frank was just starting to ink Dan when Gerard yelled: "Frankie please wait until I'm out of the room I don't like needles!" "Sorry Gee, I forgot" Frank said and smiled lovingly at his red haired husband. Gerard blew a kiss to Frank and exited the room. Dan tried not to cry but failed miserably. He hated the pain and Susan hated tattoos. The whole process felt like it lasted for hours to Dan. "Done" Frank said and let Dan take a look on his tattoo. There was a weird mark on his chest. "Do you want anything else?" Frank asked. Dan thought about it for a while, but decided against it. Susan didn't like piercings or tattoos. "No, now can you let me out of this chair please" Dan asked and Frank untied him. Dan didn't resist anymore and walked back to the basement Frank by his side with his gun. At the basement an unexpected event was going on. Brendon was rocking Bandit and singing her a lullaby. Frank stared at him in awe before taking Bandit from Brendon and placing her on her tiny little bed. Dan was quite surprised how the two men treated the child. Just a minute ago Frank had placed a gun on Dan's forehead but now he was rocking a child on his arms while smiling like an idiot. Gerard was sat on the chair next to Bandit's bed, apparently he had fallen asleep before Bandit woke up again. Frank looked very young, and Dan just had to think about how young he must be. Dan guessed that Frank's age was somewhere from 21 to 27, there is no way he could be older. "How old are you?" Dan blurted out of nowhere. Frank looked at him with a surprised expression. "31, what about that?" Frank answered and Dan stared at him not believing what the man had just said. "You look so much younger!" Dan shouted. "Shhh shut the fuck up he's going to wake up" Frank hissed through his teeth and Brendon laughed. To Dan it was weird that Frank was more concerned of Gerard waking up than Bandit. Frank then put a blanket over sleeping Gerard and then put the (now asleep) Bandit to her little bed. Then they walked out back to the living room, Brendon holding a gun against Dan's head. So much for the kindness, Dan thought. "Hey guys" Dallon said and walked in to the room with Phil and Connor. Brendon ran straight to him and kissed Dallon deeply while Frank and Connor made gag noices. "Connor, is it true that Frank is 31?" Dan asked. He wasn't that afraid of the group anymore, he actually liked it deep down. "Yeah it is, it's weird how he looks like he's 23 like me" Connor laughed. "I don't look that young!" Frank shouted and Connor bursted into laughter. "But did you know Dan, that Gerard is 35?" Connor said and Dan choked on air. "WHAT?" Dan shouted and everyone laughed. "I swear he's a vampire and so is Frank" Brendon said quietly, earning a smack from Frank. "How are you two so tall?" Brendon and Frank asked in unison and stared at Dallon and Phil, the giants who had just walked in the room. "I don't know, or maybe you are just all hobbits" Phil suggested playfully. At this point everyone was laughing. Then something magical happened. Dan laughed. The whole room fell silent, but after a few seconds they started shouting again. "I KNEW YOU WOULD LIKE US" Brendon yelled and took a sip of the vodka bottle on the table (which Dan swore hadn't been there a minute ago). Bandit had woken up and Frank ran back to the room. You could hear him singing her a song, while Gerard apparently still hadn't woken up. Bandit was probably the cutest child ever, despite her parents apparently being absolutely nuts. "Okay, so Daniel now has his ink" Brendon said and Phil nodded. Dan simultaneously reached for his aching chest. "We are going to Paris the day after tomorrow. We need some clothes for Dan" Phil said and Connor nodded. "You can stay at mine and Gerard's, we are leaving tomorrow" Frank said, walking to the room. "So are you done running?" Brendon asked and Frank nodded. "Yeah, we've been on the run for like the last 2 years, and now the THO finally are sure that Fiona is sure that we're dead, and a contact finally got us a place in the outskirts of Paris" Frank said. What the fuck is THO and why do they want Frank and Gerard dead? "That's a great thing man, I'm happy for you" Dallon said and gave Frank a bro hug. "So Phil and Con, do you wanna stay at ours for a while?" Frank asked. "YES!" Connor and Phil shouted, but quickly shut their mouths when they earned an angry glare from Frank. "Sadly Dallon and I have to stay in here, we got the tattoo business finally steady. We got three people who work here. If I remember right the name of one of them was Azurine, she's a badass" Brendon told us and Dallon continued: "Then there's Austin, he's kind of a pastel goth" "And last but not least, Odelia. She's great and probably the best piercer ever" Brendon finished. "Wait, do you guys speak French?" Dan asked. "Hell yeah!" They all said in unison. "Phil and Dallon are fluent but Brendon and I have accents and sometimes make little mistakes" Connor said. "Gerard and I are fluent and Bandit knows some French too" Frank said, sounding very proud when mentioning Bandit's language skills. "Bonjour, je m'appelle Philip. J'ai vingt-cinq ans" Phil said and Dan somehow managed to remember enough from French class to understand. "Ton prononciation est impressionnant" Dan suddenly blurted out. -A/N if you speak French well or you are fluent, please tell me if this is right or not. And be ready I'm probably going to ask some help in the future from you- "I thought you didn't speak French well?" Connor asked and Dan gulped. "Je ne sais pas qu'est-ce qui se passe?" Dan said and cleared his throat. "What the fuck just happened" Dan said, finally speaking English. He was really confused. How could he suddenly speak French so well? "I have no idea" Phil said and looked Dan in to the eyes, as confused as Dan. "Well this is getting weird" Brendon blurted out, took an another sip of vodka and earned an angry stare from Phil. "Why don't we go to sleep?" Brendon suggested, earning a yes please- look from Connor. What Dan had noticed was how tired Connor ALWAYS was, the reason for it was a mystery to him though. Dan knew they weren't going to put him anywhere comfortable, and he was kind of right. Dan had to sleep in a same bed as Phil while having his left leg chained to the bed, along with his left hand. Usually he would've caused a fuss about it, but he was too exhausted to complain, so he ended up laying beside Phil hoping that he wouldn't get killed in his sleep.

Chapter 4

Chapter 6