Vampires Will Never Hurt You

Vampire Dream

(1)

George grunts as they throw him into the cell. His breath is ragged and laboured, and every inch of him feels cracked or broken

"Good luck," one of them sneers, "nobody survives the masked beast."

George can't help but let out a sob.

The concrete is cold, pressed against his cheek. He knows the gang are watching through the metal bars of the door, their chuckling a tell tale sign. They can't wait to watch poor, helpless George get shredded to pieces, and drained by his oldest friend.

Suddenly, there is a rattle of chains, and a low hiss. George lifts his blooded head, and can see a figure emerging from the shadows, and into the dimmed light.

Dream was a good friend of George's. They did everything together. Their relationship grew gradually and eventually they became lovers, popular amongst the towns people and loved dearly by everyone they had ever known. That was until Dream got snatched by the gang, and turned into a killing machine. News of his disappearance spread fast, and the best officers were sent on the case. None of the officers ever returned, and rumours were spread across towns both locally and far, each as gory as the last.

George was captured by the gang only an hour ago. He thought he had been safe hiding out in Sapnap's base, but the hunters must have overheard rumours, or someone from town must have let something slip, because the ceiling of the base caved in following an earth-shattering eplosion, and George doesn't remember much since that moment of being surrounded by rubble and jeering men. And now he is going to die. In the hands of his lover and best friend.

"Here we go our beautiful beast, a gift for you. A glorious snack."

More dark chuckles echoed the cell, and the figure comes closer. George can see his wrists are shackled, and his neck also possesses a thick metal collar. His fangs are shiny, and chin stained with blood, but still covered mostly by his stained ivory mask. His blonde hair is shaggy, filthy and overgrown. His skin pale, pale, pale, and his eyes - oh lord, his eyes - are still bright green, but glazed over and haunted. George hopes there is still a hint of life left within them.

Dream shuffles closer, hands picking up George's head from the ground. George whimpers and Dream's cold fingertips press gently against his cheek, thumb swiping over an open cut.

This is the end, he thinks.

Dream hums under his breath, and looks up and the gang, who are all still huddled behind the bars.

"You thought," he laughs through a hiss, "you fools thought I would forget."

The gang aren't laughing anymore.

"I would never forget George."

George squeezes his eyes shut, as Dream lunges toward the door, only to be pulled back by the chains around his wrists.

They all laugh, their voices echoing off of the solid walls.

"You have killed more people than any of us combined. This should be easy for you, young beast." The gang leader taunts, his royal red cape bobbing in movement with his shoulders

Dream growls. "This isn't who I am!"

"Too late. If the boy isn't dead by morning, then you will be. No need to get all sympathetic now."

Dream screams and pulls at the chains. George watches with wide eyes as his right arm abruptly breaks free, shattering the shackle. Dream roars again, and pulls at the chain around his left arm with every bit of strength he has.

Dream is free, and lunges at the door, pulling it off its hinges with ease. The gang have little time to run, before Dream grabs the leader and sinks his teeth into his neck.

The leader struggles, clawing at Dream's back, but his efforts aren't enough, and suddenly he falls limp in the vampires arms. Dream drops the body and reaches towards his neck, ripping off the collar that reveals a ring of dried blood.

"Dream." George whispers, his throat scratchy from screaming earlier that day. "You're okay."

The younger man turns towards George, and gently helps him sit up. George is shaking as he looks into Dream's eyes, and lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding, when Dream pulls him into a hug.

"We need to get out of here." Dream mumbles.

"What happened to you?" George asks.

Dream just shakes his head, and pulls George up, carrying the smaller man bridal style.

They need to get out of here and fast. He just hopes Dream knows what he's doing.