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Doesn’t Mix 13

“That’s it?” Oliver was stunned.

“Yeah, they just left. Their boss might send more though. Maybe then I’ll ask them where they live.” Dark shrugged. “I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“Sounds like you hypnotized them.” Wilford said.

“Hypnotism doesn’t work like that. You can’t make someone do anything they don’t want to.” Dr. Iplier said.

“Mind control then.”

“Couldn’t he do that before?” Bing asked.

“No…I think.” Oliver said.

“If I did, it was so subtle that I never noticed. It definitely would’ve made meetings easier.”

“I think what you did was talk for long enough to make people so bored they’d do anything to make you stop,” Ed muttered.

Dark looked at Ed. “It’s called making them think it was their idea. You should try it. It might help your bad marketing.”

~

More of the bastards had shown up. They were different people than last time, but they did the exact same thing as their predecessors.

“Are you gonna make them come in, like you said?” Oliver asked.

“Yeah. Makes sense. Theyre not gonna stop unless we make them, so knowing something would do good.”

Oliver watched as Dark simply walked outside, talked to them for half a second, and walk back with them in tow.

They looked…dead. Their eyes were blank; they looked completely empty, as if Dark had sucked out their souls with his words.

“See? I just talked to them and they got like this.”

They tied the people to a couple of chairs in the meeting room. They watched them for a bit.

They just stared, unblinking, at Dark. They didn’t move or breathe, as if waiting for something.

“They’re vamps, right?” Eade asked.

Oliver checked their teeth. “Yep. Probably a lackey of some kind.”

Wilford gently poked one in the face. “Hello? Are you in there?” It didn’t react. “Well fuck you too then.”

Dark stepped up to the other one, waving his hand in front of their face. “Uh, hi? Are you gonna just sit there?” No response.

“Try asking them something about them, like where they live!” Wilford suggested.

“Yeah, uh. Where do you guys live?”

“4130 34th Avenue. It’s the tallest building on the road.”

Dark hadn’t expected an answer. They talked at the same time in a monotone voice.

“Woah. Creepy.” Wilford said.

“Who do you work for?”

“You.”

“What? No, I meant, who hired you to watch the building?”

“Brian Way.”

Oliver made a note of the name, still watching the prisoners.

“Well. Okay then. That was easy. I’m just gonna…go get…food…”

The prisoners tilted their head to the side so their necks were exposed.

Dark’s eyes widened. “Uhhhhh how about no? Just no, no thanks…” Dark backed out of the room and hurried off. The prisoners tried to get up to follow, but they just fell over, not making a sound.

“…huh. Definitely mind control.” Wilford said, leaving to follow Dark.

“Well, that’s concerning.” Eade sat them back up, making their own attempts to wake them. Nothing worked. “What now?”

“I dunno. I’m gonna go look up who Brian is.”

~

Wilford found Dark in the kitchen. He was leaning against the counter, his aura swirling around him. “Dark? You alright?”

“No.” Dark grabbed a bottle of blood out of the fridge and downed it in three seconds flat.

“Woah.”

“Sorry…I just…” He slid down to the floor, panting. “When…when they did that, I…I got really hungry for some reason. It kinda freaked me out.”

Wilford sat down next to him. “Did the blood help any?”

“A little.”

“Ok.” He leaned his head against Dark’s shoulder. “If you need anything else, I’ll get it for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

~

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