Chapter 2 THE DEAL

Back at New Summer, Denver. At the horrible and too famous BLACK VEIL PRISON. Through a thick, steel security door. Some security guards are in an operations room. They look at a surveillance screen. It shows Vakey Cole, 27, handsome, had green eyes and dark hair. Also cute,with a devilish flirt in his eyes. He lies in bed inside a cramped prison cell serving his sentence after being wrongfully accused of the murder of a teenager which was orchestrated by a very powerful man who was connected to the death of Dylan Winchester.

Having pleaded for bail once or twice and it was denied, he had resigned to his fate. It wasn't easy but the idea of someday seeing his young sister in the small photo he held in his hand kept him going.

Unbeknownst to the world, Vakey was a pure blood werewolf, he could turn at his own will during the full moon. In rare instances, can control his transformation period.

Vakey could bust out of prison at any time he wanted but that would give the people behind the plot every reason to hunt him down and the ones he loved. So he played ball. Up until now.

Another guard walks towards Vakey's prison cell. "You have a visitor."

Then Vakey climbs out of his rack curiously and stands up to look at him through the bars. He is wearing an orange jumpsuit. Still unnerved by the guard's statement.

Now Vakey is handcuffed and walks up to an Inmate Telephone System where he is horrified and shocked to see Winston Cross, 33, in a fancy suit waiting for him. The man is immaculate as a marine. Very bright. The type of person who's got a lot of influence, even enough to get Vakey out of there in minutes.

Winston was a thousand werewolf,

but one who had been wiped out from the history books. He was captured, tortured and trained to kill his own kind for over fifty years by a dark sinister organization called THE RED CIRCLE. After being kept in a cryo pod which increased his life span, he escaped and sought Dylan Winchester as Little John to Winston's Robin hood which he declined that led to his death. Highly influential, Winston created his own secret society in order to take down the Red Circle whatever the cost.

The security guard unlocks Vakey's handcuffs that are on his wrists. He walks over, sits down and picks up the telephone beside while staring through the mirrored glass.

"Needless to say, orange is the new black. Love the jumpsuit," said Winston.

"Who the hell are you?," replied Vakey.

"Definitely not your lawyer. My name's Winston Cross and I want you to listen very carefully cause I'm only gonna say this once...."

Winston shows him pictures of Heather going to school. Vakey is completely shocked.

"I'm the only thing keeping your sister, Heather alive."

Vakey looks Winston in the eye and punches the glass as he speaks.

"Don't you dare touch her! Or I'll kill you myself!"

He smirks. "How do you intend to do that? Even Houdini himself couldn't get through these reinforced steel doors. So i suggest you hear me out. Stay right where you are and keep your mouth shut."

"And if I don't?," Vakey asks.

"Well, we don't need to get ugly, do we? The choice is yours, Vakey. You've got twenty four hours to decide. You'd be doing the right thing. I'll be seeing you soon." Winston looked at Vakey like a caged lion he is.

Winston stands to his feet after hanging up the phone. The security guard behind Vakey interrupts.

"Time's up. Let's go."

Once agan, Winston turns back around. Vakey looks up as Winston smiles down at him.

Elsewhere in New Summer. A car alarm chirps outside Vakey's house in a quiet neighbourhood. It was quaint and picturesque. A place you'd like raise a family. Southern in its hospitality. Heather Cole immediately walks out through the steps of the front porch. She is a long black curly haired girl, 16, soft blue eyes. She was 5'6 tall and had Strong demeanor. Amazingly beautiful. She was dressed in a white tank top and black ripped jeans, with her backpack slung over her shoulder. Heather walks down the street and approaches a red convertible parked beside the road.

Heather and Vakey had moved to New Summer to start a new life after being hunted by the Red Circle for so long. Yes, they were eccentric with a bit of history of violence which came from their murderous father who killed their mother in a fit of rage due to his uncontrolled anger issues and alcoholic problems. They ran away from their home, Detroit in North ville and lived on the road ever since.

They managed to stay off the radar of Red Circle leader Shayne Wesley, a merciless hunter who was mostly feared by every werewolf packs. He's murdered hundreds or more. Some are captured and kept for experimentation at underground labs hidden all over Denver. Vakey made a a deal with him -- trading the lives of other werewolf packs for theirs. Doing anything necessary to stay alive.

But now Heather was all alone, had no one else except for her boyfriend Harper Allen, 16, clean - cut, well dressed and had a bit of a bad boy persona. He was Dylan's protege, turned into a werewolf after being impaled in the stomach to the wall by a psycho maniac with a rod. And was bleeding to death. Dylan knew if he pulled it out, he would surely bleed out to death. So he turned him.

Harper is a white bread of New Summer but somehow an outsider. They had been going out for awhile now but deep down she was the only thing that made sense in his crazy - messed up world.

As soon as Heather walks over, Harper who is in the driver's seat looks at her and smiles weakly. Though looking overly concerned. In a black leather jacket and jeans.

"Hey, you ready?"

She frowns. "Don't even ask. I'm a mess."

"I wasn't gonna say that..."

Heather walks around the convertible and enters the passenger seat so she can look at Harper in the eye.

"Actually, I was going to say that you look beautiful." Harper stated.

"And you know all that in three seconds cause you stared at my boobs?" Heather asked.

"It's a free market!," said Harper.

"Ha, ha. Very funny, Harp," Heather replied with a sarcastic tone.

Harper caresses her face. "I love it when you say that. Makes you really cute, seriously."

"M -hmm...I'm glad you do."

Then Heather leans forward as they kiss for a long moment before she breaks apart.

"Yes. I'm ready now. Let's go," she said.

They take off as Harper drives through an open road before passing on a bridge. Heather sits on top of Harper's shoulder and once her feet are balanced, she spreads her arms wide out so she can revel in the breeze rushing past her. She giggles and nods her head to the loud music playing on the radio.