Sweeter Than Wine

Taken

I press my lips to George's neck, feeling a small bump. I pull back enough to take a look at it.

"What's this on your neck?" I ask, gently running my finger over the small mark.

George pulls his hand up to his neck, feeling the small bump for himself before speaking, "oh, probably just a bug bite.."

"In the fall? I don't think there are any bugs left.." I say standing back a bit.

"Maybe a tree branch then, who knows!" He says jovially, cupping my face and kissing me gently.

I sigh and kiss back, placing my hands over his. He pulls back and I speak again, "also....where'd you get these clothes from? Last I saw you, you were in your swim shorts?"

"That's enough questions for now, love." He says, a hint of impatience laced in his tone.

"What's the matter, George? This all seems very strange..." I take a step back, my eyes wandering all over him trying to find what seems wrong.

My eyes land on his, and I gasp, taking a big step backward.

His beautiful chocolate brown eyes are now tinted with a menacing blood red.

"What's wrong, angel face?" George speaks, chuckling darkly, taking a step toward me.

"...w-what did you just c-call me George?" I stammer out, backing away further, a cold sweat breaking out across my entire body.

"Oh right, sorry, darling." He says, suddenly disappearing from my view. My eyes widen in fear, and before I can turn I feel his familiar, yet now terrifying embrace, from behind.

His breath is hot on my neck as he speaks lowly into my ear, "Did I not mention that I'm just using Georgie's body?"

A panic induced numbness spreads through my limbs, freezing me to the spot.

"Don't worry, angel face, George is still in here. And he's fighting very hard for control, but we need to get you home before he can take back over..."

My body trembles and I take a deep breath, holding it in my lungs for a moment before I scream as loudly as I possibly can.

His hand shoots to my mouth, and he growls, "you're going to want to come quietly. I have other methods of subduing you.."

I shake my head, desperately trying to remove his hand, causing his grip on me to grow agonizingly tight.

His hand disappears from my mouth, but his other arm is crushing my ribs, causing me to gasp for breath painfully.

"You asked for it." He says simply, before plunging a needle into my upper arm.

"Can't harm the merchandise." He laughs, tapping my neck. Immediately I feel my legs give out, and my vision becomes blurry.

He scoops me into his arms, walking quickly toward the river. Stepping across some conveniently placed rocks until we're in the woods on the other side.

My head is spinning from whatever he dosed me with. I feel as if I'm a ghost, floating through the forest.

I unwillingly rest my head against George's shoulder, wishing he was my George.

Every fiber of my being fights to stay conscious, but the drugs swimming through my veins prove my efforts useless, and I soon pass out.

***John's POV***

Slowly stretching out my cramped limbs, I pat the spot next to me. Surprised to find it empty.

I sit up to see Paul and Ringo have gone as well.

Before I can even blink the sleep from my eyes, Paul and Ringo run back in frantically waving a piece of paper in the air, babbling nonsense.

I hold a hand up, "one at a time, lads. You're coming in a bit too strong. Where's ________?"

Ringo hands me the paper and I read over it quickly, a vice like grip seizes my heart and squeezes painfully.

I look back up, eyes widened in panic. "What time is it? She doesn't know where she's going, right?!" I leap to my feet and push past them to my room, dressing quickly.

"It's already 8:15. We're not sure when she left, but I'm fairly certain she doesn't know the exact location of their house..." Paul says.

"We've got to go. Now." I say, pushing past them again and down the stairs, quickly putting shoes on.

They follow suit, and we rush out into the chilled world, just in time to hear her faint screaming.

We look at each other, then book it to the river. We arrive in time to see _____ being carried over the river by George...George?!

We stand there watching stupidly, unsure of how to proceed. It was George, but something is very off. It didn't smell quite like him.

I turn to face the others, and Paul speaks first. "That...that was George? How-"

"That was not a playful scream either. That was pure fear. We've got to go after her..." Ringo says, looking back in the direction they disappeared in.

I nod turning to walk, but Paul grabs my arm. I stop and look back.

"We can't just go rushing in...that's how we get killed. Let's get back to the house and think of an attack, yeah?"

I pause, weighing my options, before
yanking my arm out of Paul's grasp, and running full speed after ______.

"Damnit John!" Paul yells after me, then they both follow my trail.