a little less dandy, a little more take this spike to my heart

vii

It all goes down at practically the same second until the Church turns into a complete chaos. He can't pinpoint it, but Sixteen Candles swoop in through slamming the door open, which lets the pack follow in, Alex and Patty first, all while vamps start pouncing at them and Awsten ends up having his hand around some vamp's throat.

"You don't happen to have a stake I can use on you, right?" Awsten asked, knowing damn well what the response was. The vamp instead hisses at him and tries to clock him square in the face.

That's a little rude , Awsten thinks as he struggles to find something wooden and sharp around him. At the same time, he tries to evade the advances of some other vamps, ducking from a jab at his right and lets the fist hit someone charging at him from behind. Not bad for someone who's only dealt with vamps once.

But that doesn't stop him from not noticing the roundhouse kick swooping in from beneath him gets him tumbling to the floor. Eh, he was bound to fuck up at some point.

Some vamps that notice his fall hurl towards him, and Awsten decides that in that moment that a stake or some fucking garlic would be nice to have right now. Frantically, he grabs a barstool leg and gets up to swing the chair at his attackers, spinning in a circle to ensure he hits everyone. He watches as every vamp smacks down for the impact, except one, who turns to dust instead.

"You do realize that is made of wood, right?" Pete says, expertly piercing a makeshift stake along with a carefully crafted one through others trying to attack him.

He throws the stool leg over to Awsten, who copies his moves with it, stabbing the nearest (and most distracted) Dandy and watches as he becomes inexistant. "Now I do."

Pete rolls his eyes and continues with his business. "Some of your pack's tryna save the humans and some of the other Dandies are getting dealt with."

"But what about William and Gabe?" Awsten points out as a particularly nasty Dandy grips onto his shoulders and let out a wide open hiss.

Pete swoops in with a jab to the vamp's throat and frantically stabs him in the chest until he aims for the heart. He looks back up at Awsten grimly. "I'll handle them myself."

Before he leaves though, there's a low rumble and then, bam. More Dandies burst through the busted doors in hoards, swiftly attacking everyone they see against them.

"Fuck," Pete's malice fades as he watches their new attackers. "We can't take them all at once. We need a better plan. When are you guys gonna fucking turn?"

More Dandies gang up on them as their conversation progresses, the both of them trying to take down as many as they can while talking.

"Nine twenty. But we can't fully transform if we're not directly under the moon and you know the cops would get us if we took this outside." Awsten's beginning to grow weary from the combat and conversation, his strikes getting more sluggish and sloppy. He guesses one Dandy takes notice as someone charges at him with pure force, flinging him into the air only to crash into the wood of the bar.

He feels dizzy from the impact and tastes blood on his tongue. Great.

As he recovers, the Dandy jumps to the ceiling and starts falling back down in his direction. Even better.

Frantically, he grabs the closest and biggest thing near him (a half empty bottle of vodka) and swings it to the side of the Dandy's head, shattering the glass and knocking them out.

Awsten takes this as a good moment to regain energy and crawls to the back of the kitchen where the fighting sounds grow muted and his heartbeat pounds louder. He plops on the floor and bumps his head against a stove. His friends, his allies, were getting overpowered out there and they couldn't find another way to fight the Dandies. Another bottle of alcohol rolls next to the conflicted boy's knee and he grabs it, knowing it can be used as a weapon later. He wishes they never took up this mission, wishes Geoff shut his mouth, wishes he was in his stupid nightmares—