Blood Is Thicker (Minewet Vampire/Bloodslave AU)

Chapter 11|Part 2

"Wait, wait, wait. So...you're telling me that some people are immune to the virus?" Minho asked.

"No. No, no one is immune, that's kind of the problem. But for some people their body is able to fight it like any other virus and let it run it's course. But it's hard to keep them alive that long in this state." Jeff replied.

"Why? Do I want to know?"

"Probably not...In those two weeks they are like this constantly..." He said, glancing down at Newt, who was still straining and wheezing for air and gripping his own chest and throat. "Has he been dreaming already?"

"I'm pretty sure yeah... He's been mumbling a lot." Minho replied. There was the one time the blond had cried out and Minho was pretty sure he was dreaming. In reality, all those months Newt had been locked up in the room, he had heard every single time that Newt woke himself up by screaming countless nights. He had almost been tempted the last few times to go in there and see if he was alright, but that was when they didn't have much of a relationship.

"Well that's only going to get worse. He may actually start getting violent from hallucinating. It's not going to be easy to control him. And the way he is now is only going to get worse. He's going to feel like he's dying and he may not even be responsive for a while. But if we can keep his fever down, and stop him from hurting himself or anyone else, he may survive it." Jeff added.

Minho sighed a bit and looked at Newt sadly, watching the boy's chest rapidly rise and fall and those croaking gasps ringing in his ears hurt his heart more than anything as he ran his eyes over that sweat glazed form. He then closed his eyes as he turned his gaze down for a moment before looking back to Jeff, "Can you help me? I don't think I can do this alone."

The corners of Jeff's lips went up into a small smile, "...Absolutely."

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"....Mum....help...me...."

Newt and Eve's mother gave one last jerk forward of her body and screamed in effort. The attempt at breaking free worked and she managed to pull herself from the ropes of the vampires' hold. Then she literally tackled the vampire on top of her son.

They both went crashing to the floor again and the human was actually winning for a little bit. She threw her head back to get her long hair out of her face then her gaze locked on her children, "RUN!!" She repeated.

Newt rapidly scrambled to his feet and grabbed his sister, picking her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, then buried her tear-soaked face into his neck under her arms that she wrapped around him as well. He bounded up the stairs, taking three at a time, then he wanted to collapse at what he heard transpire behind him.

There was a struggle going on of course, but his mother was yelling at them to keep going and don't look back, but then she was abruptly cut off and she gave a horrible sound mixed with what sounded like a knife being plunged through flesh.

The boy knew he couldn't look back for two reasons. It would slow him down, and he would never, ever forget the image if he did look. So he kept running, out of the basement, through the house as fast as he possibly could with Eve clinging to him for dear life.

"Don't let them get away! Run after them you idiots!" One of the vampires shouted.

Then he finally made it to the door and flew it open, then bolted down the few steps from the porch and just kept running across his yard and toward the forested area that was behind the neighborhood. It was the only place he knew that he could hide.