It took an hours walk but I finally got to the tattoo parlour that I had found online, it was the closest one to the bar and had surprisingly good reviews. I walked in and took a moment to look at the artwork displayed on the walls before I approached the desk where a young woman who had many tattoos was sitting. 'Hi, can I help you?' She asked with a polite smile.

I smiled back as I pulled out my sketchbook and flicked to the page that had the tattoo design I had created on it. 'Yes, I was hoping I could get this tattoo? I wasn't sure if I needed to book an appointment or anything...' I trailed off and she shook her head.

'We take walk ins. Luckily for you I have a free slot right now. Where were you thinking of getting it?' She asked as she took the sketchbook from me and looked over the design.

'My shoulder.' I inform as I move my hand to indicate the placement.

'Sure, I can do that. Come through the back and we'll get started.' She led the way through the back to where there was a chair already set up and waiting. 'It'll make things easier if you take off your shirt.' She tells me and I nod, setting my bag down on the floor and pulling my shirt off, setting it down on top of my bag before lying down on the chair. She prepped all of her equipment and then got started.

I stayed still for the most part, the slight stinging pain not bothering me in the slightest. She spoke every now and again, checking to make sure I was alright and complimenting me on the design. It only took about an hour until she had finished it. I looked at it in the mirror she provided and it looked exactly how I had pictured it, it was perfect. 'It's amazing, thank you. I don't suppose you could do one more? It's a little one.' I asked her and she nodded asking what and where. I showed her a small sketch that I had made in the corner of another drawing in my sketchbook and asked that she place it on my rib-cage, just below and to the side of my breast.

As it was small this one took only twenty minutes to do at which point I thanked her again before putting my shirt back on. I handed her the money for the tattoos and then left with a smile, headed back towards the bar. I checked my phone seeing no messages and sent one to Nik telling him that I was on my way back.

By the time I had gotten back to the bar the slight pain that had been left over from the tattoos was gone and the skin around them which had been red had returned to normal. When I walked in it was to see that Stefan was missing and Ray was looking worse for wear sprawled on top of a pool table.

'It's a three step process, right? This is step one. I want you to drink from my wrist.' Nik was saying to Ray.

'I already told you where to find the pack. What more do you want from me?' Ray managed to say.

'Have you been listening to a word I've been saying, Ray? I have great plans for you.' He takes the knife that's in his hand and slits his wrist open, pressing it to Ray's mouth and forcing him to drink. 'He'll thank me for it later.' He announces as I watch from my position by the door. 'There we go, atta boy.' He releases him as he chokes.

'What are you going to do now?' He asks.

'It's time for step two, Ray.' His hands move swiftly and snap Ray's neck as I give a slow clap, pushing away from the door and moving towards him.

'That was very dramatic.' I tell him and he grins at me, looking pleased that I had returned. 'I'll take that drink now.'