Patrick's PoV:
"We're lost!" Ryan complains for what feels like the hundredth time since we left the party. I told him we shouldn't have gone anyway, as neither of us really like parties, but he had stubbornly insisted. As I expected, neither of us had enjoyed it, so we had left early and we're now trying to find our way home. Obviously, one of us (me) had made a few mistakes and we had taken one or two wrong turns.
"We're not lost!" I dismiss him, but I know I'm lying. "I recognise that bar." As we approach it, I realise I don't actually recognise it. I won't admit that, of course.
"Why would you recognise a bar?" Ryan teases me. He's a little bit tipsy, but still sober enough to think clearly.
"Hey, I've been to bars before."
"That's a lie, and we both know it."
"I'm not a kid, Ry."
"Yeah, but you don't like alcohol. Or people." He smiles.
"Yeah, but-"
"Shh." He abruptly stops in his tracks.Though I'm glad he cut me off- I had no idea how I was going to fight back, so my improvised argument probably would have sounded pathetic- I'm still kind of annoyed.
"What?" I turn to face him properly. We're at the opening of a dark alley, which is never a good place to stop when you're lost.
"Ssh." He repeats. I fold my arms and huff impatiently. Then I hear it. Hushed whispering and almost-silent footfalls as somebody slowly approaches. Ryan's eyes meet mine.
"Is somebody hurt?" I wonder aloud. I go to call out to anybody who could be there, but Ryan puts his hand over my mouth.
"It could be criminals." Ryan whispers.I hear somebody in the shadows chuckle. Before either of us can react, two men step out of the shadows. The taller one reaches out and grabs a fistful of Ryan's hair while the other locks an arm around my neck in a tight choke hold and drags me into the shadows. Panicking, I thrash about wildly, but their grip is too strong. Ryan puts up a slightly better fight, but in a few seconds we're both pinned against a cold brick wall.
A cloud slides across the sky to reveal the moon, and the pale light gives me a better look at our attackers. The guy who is currently pressed against Ryan is taller than me, but slightly shorter than Ryan. He has dark hair which is mostly sticking up, though a few stray hairs are falling in his face. The guy who has his hand on my neck is almost as short as me, but he look's nowhere near as pathetic and weak as I do. His hair is jet black and his skin seems tanned, though it's had to tell in the poor light. His eyes glint in the moonlight, and they're the same shade of brown as mine, which I have always found boring, yet I can't help but find his eyes interesting.
"Hey." He says, casually. Like he's not about to mug or rob me. I guess, technically, he's already mugging me. Is he going to kill me?
"We don't have any money." Ryan lies. The man restraining him laughs.
"Do you really think anyone would believe that?" He asks mockingly.
"I guess it was worth a try." Ryan admits, giving up instantly. Pushover. We're both pushovers.The man chuckles.
"So what're two pretty boys like you doing out so late?" He says with false sweetness.
"Oh, give it a rest, Brendon." The man in front of me rolls his eyes. "You're not as attractive as you think you are, and Dallon won't like you flirting with other guys."
"Dallon can go fuck himself." The guy- Brendon- shrugs. "We're not dating." The one restraining me mutters something I don't hear, but Brendon obviously does, because he shoots a glare at him. "Well at least I have somebody." He remarks. "I see Mikey does, too." He adds smugly.
"Hey, fuck you man." As he turns to face Brendon, the grip on my throat loosens. Hastily, I attempt to escape, but he notices and slams me against the wall again."Hey now," Brendon addresses me. "Calm down. We wouldn't want to have to hurt you." They both laugh at that. Ryan turns his head to shoot me a worried look, then he nods his head towards the men. I frown, confused, so Ryan opens his mouth and taps his tongue against his canine teeth. Still confused, I try to get a look at my captor's teeth. His mouth is open as he laughs, so it's easy. When I see, my heart stops. He has fangs.
They're almost an inch long, glistening white. I'm surprised I didn't notice them before. They stop laughing and turn their attention back to us, and the guy pinning me in place notices my expression and flashes me a grin which shows of his teeth fully.
"Hey, Brendon, I think they've noticed." He tells his accomplice.
"Oh no, whatever will we do now that they know?" He says sarcastically, grinning maliciously.
"P-please..." I struggle weakly as Brendon leans toward's Ryan, but then he takes us all by surprise by quickly leaning up and pressing his lips to Ryan's.Ryan makes a startled noise as the other vampire watches with a mixture of confusion, surprise and amusement. Though I'm confused, I look away and take the chance, pushing him off me, harder than I thought I was capable of. He tumbles to the ground and my instincts take over. I kick him in the stomach as hard as I can as Ryan manages to push Brendon off him.
He grabs my hand and starts to run, half-dragging me after him. We don't stop running until we're outside Ryan's house, panting and shaking from terror and adrenaline.
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