♆He's Only Human[Percico]♆

Chapter Five; Vampires Aren't Real

~PERCY~

Percy didn't like being tied up one bit. It was quite uncomfortable really, but he'd already learnt his lesson when it came to complaining about the ropes. 

"Would you care to kindly untie me?" He had asked innocently, "this is very uncomfortable and I'm starting to get rope burn on my wrists and I need to get back to my fri-" 

The guy whom had been pushing Percy forward tugged him back and stared into his sea green eyes, whilst Percy stared into the guys crimson red ones. They stared at each other for a moment, the guy had curly brown hair, he looked Spanish to be honest, and probably was. His mouth was tugged into a devilish grin but instantly faded when Percy laughed for no reason. 

"Shut up." The guy spoke harshly, narrowing his eyes,

"And why would I do that?" Percy sneered, making a challenging face. 

The guy grabbed Percy's shirt and pulled him closer to him than they already were, so they were sharing the same air. 

"You better buck up your act before you see Hazel," the guy snarled, baring his teeth as a threat. Normally Percy wouldn't be fazed by this, but seeing two giant fangs hanging out of the guys mouth, he decided to shut up. "Good boy." The guy whispered into Percy's ear before spinning him around and pushing him back down the deserted road. To where Percy didn't know. 

The trip took around ten minutes in total, most of that was dead silence, shoving and Percy obeying the guy's every command. The trip took them to a small, rotting abandoned house. By now Percy's neck was throbbing, but he resisted the urge to say anything, instead he bit his lip. 

By the time they arrived at their destination, there was a spot of blood trickling down Percy's chin, he resisted the urge to wipe it away with his tied hands. Instead he cast his eyes upon the house in front of him. 

The house itself wasn't much, it definitely had seen better days, someday back in the 60's. There was peeling pain everywhere you looked, what used to be a nice white house had peeled to reveal it's true colours, a sickly brown undercoat made it seem as if a couple of teenagers had thrown mud all over the house just for the fun of it. The gutters were a dirty brown and had long holes throughout making it barely possible for it to hold any water. 

The guy lead Percy around to the back of the house, the garden looked like no one had been here in years, the grass had grown up to his knees, there were few plants that had been planted in gardens around the house but most of them had died from lack of water. 

The further they walked around to the backyard, the more Percy started to notice the boarded up windows, in some cases the wood had rotten right through so a new plank had been put up instead. Almost as if the owner of the house hadn't seen light in years, and didn't intend to either. 

Percy waited a moment for the guy to push him forward, to lead him to where he was supposed to be going. But instead when he looked behind him there was no sight of the guy.  When he looked forward again there was a girl standing in front of him. 

She had frizzy brown hair and dark skin. Not the type to look like much of a threat to Percy, excluding the deep red eyes. 

"Woah!" Percy exclaimed, jumping back in surprise, the girl chuckled and took a step forward. 

"What is your name?" She asked innocently, her voice was soft, but harsh. 

"Percy, whats yours?" 

"Hazel," the girl-Hazel-smiled, "I'm guessing you're a newborn."

"Newborn?" Percy asked, "I'm no newbo-"