Love Bites

Chapter 11: Rabbit Field

warning: heavy violence, blood

The forest is quiet, dark. Going this deep into the forest was always out of the question for George, but considering death is a likely option no matter what he does, it doesn't seem to be a priority right now to worry about it. Townspeople would speak of how in the heart of the woods, the trees are so dense that not a single beam of sunlight can make it to the forest floor.

It's pretty accurate.

The low orchestra of crickets and frogs ringing through his ears and into his head. He ignores the crunch of leaves beneath him, attempting to focus on any distant voices he could hear in the woods.

"Dream?"

George turns to face the trees, now realizing he can't see the light from the town anymore. Just darkness, shrubbery, short grass and fungi. Dream's still nowhere in sight, he wants to cry from the frustration. It must have been hours now, that he just kept wandering around aimlessly in hopes that the vampire would pick up his scent. "Dream!"

A twig snaps.

He spins around towards the sound, but before he can process anything he's forcefully pinned to the tree behind him by a taller figure. Their hand clamps over his mouth. He yelps out in surprise, warranting a harsh "shut up".

He opens his eyes, and from what he can tell the man has light pink hair and a sinister smile, one that shows off his sharp teeth. He looks familiar.

George's heart drops.

"What're you doing out here, human?" He says lowly. His voice is unusually lower than anyone George has heard before. "It's awfully dangerous in these parts."

He tries to scream, but the hand over his mouth prevents any sound from escaping. His chest begins to rise and fall rapidly, the panic building in his chest. His throat feels raw. All he can manage is a frantic but muffled whine.

He struggles against the vampire's grip, clawing at his arms, but to no avail. To his horror, the man in question begins to lean into his neck, his ponytail tickling George's nape.

"I'm surprised you've gotten this far into the woods, you've made yourself an easy target." The vampire parts his lips, one hand trailing to George's healing shoulder, brushing over the bandages Dream had applied. "Gonna finish what I started with you. I see you've patched up my marks. You and all your fancy equipment."

George can feel the taller's breath sweep across his skin. He turns away, shaking. Should've brought some gear. This is what I get.

I hope Dream will at least find my body. Maybe I'll at least be of some worth as a blood bag.

He closes his eyes and prepares for the sharp pain in his neck.

This is it. This is how he dies.

To some stupid vampire. Just like he always knew he would.

It was stupid to think I could just find Dream like this.

"TECHNO!"

A different voice.

George opens his eyes.

There was a sudden flash of movement, and the monster was no longer on him. George takes the deepest breath he'd ever had into his lungs, realizing he had been holding it for a while.

After a moment of regathering his thoughts and realizing he was in fact, still alive, he looks to see the source of his safety.

His jaw drops.