Bite Me - Scomiche (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 10 ~ Progeny of the Light |P.1|

A/N: Aaaand we're onto the double digits!

Hey, I don't thank you guys too much, do I? That sounds like an odd question but I'm worried I sound cringey because I'm thanking you guys too often 😅 I'm sorry I've just never gotten this much support before. Even though it's hardly anything, it feels like a lot. So I just can't help but internally squeal over it 😹 I'm really sorry if I gets annoying. If it does I'll try to stop <3

Alrighty, where were we...

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|| Mitch's POV ||

My shoulder wasn't too heavily injured, so it didn't take long to heal entirely. By the time it had healed, my bandmates and I, plus the other citizens retrieved from outside, were still cowering down in the army safe spot without any information about what was happening outside and how much longer we would have to live down here.

We had been living down there for two weeks and four days before I started to panic. I was due for a fresh dose of blood soon; I could feel the dry, stinging sensation of the thirst begin to bite at the back of my throat. And from the two weeks of being here, I had learnt for a fact that there was absolutely no Feeding Clinic anywhere. And it was almost time.

For the first few nights of our stay, we heard muffled screaming coming from outside. Sometimes at night, sometimes at day. We heard screaming, gunshots, loud bangs and yelling. Eventually it stopped, but occasionally after being absent for a few days, it would come back and stay temporarily, before leaving, temporarily, but longer than it had stayed.

When the screaming got the most loud at nights, I would hear, from outside my room with Scott, the sounds of soldiers running past our door in desperation. I suspected they were going outside, to help with whatever the hell war was going on outside of my and my fellow LA citizens' safe little bubble zone underground. My suspicions were confirmed when the very next day, soldiers and newly saved citizens would come in through the door. All either injured, or uninjured.

Throughout our entire stay, people were pissed. Everyone wanted to know what was happening outside, why it was happening, when it'll stop, and most importantly: how long we'd have to stay underground, away from the supposed chaos. But every single time the question was asked, it'd always get shut down, and avoided.

At least until now.

Normally at our new home, we'd wake up whenever, and the minute we'd wake up, anyone in need of food was given it. Only those in need of food. Me and my fellow Tenebris Vampires of this small underground pack, were refused any food, the soldiers insisting they couldn't waste any, and had to save it for when necessary; not for when desired. I understood, but those less patient than me, complained.

But anyway, as Scott and my bandmates watched in awe as day after day, I was given absolutely no food, but again, day after day, had no struggle or signs of hunger whatsoever. We were gently left to our own business by the soldiers. Everyone was expected to stay put, not complain, and find some way of entertaining and distracting themselves despite the chaos of the situation. This lead to the pack of citizens actually starting to get to know one another semi-well. Not by very many details, but most of the time by name, or face.

At one point, the subject of occupations came up amongst the group of, roughly 30, people. This led to my bandmates and I talking to the others a little bit about Pentatonix. A couple of the people in the group actually recognised us! One specific person, also, turned out to be a fan. Regardless, the majority of the people in the group didn't recognise us, but out of sheer curiosity, requested the performance of a couple songs. To which we obliged, and thanked our audience for the impressed applause they'd given us when we'd finished our songs. We had earned ourselves a small reputation amongst the group as the providers of fine music when it was needed in the stressful moments where the war noises outside were at their highest capacity.