Chapter One: The Problem
Mike trembled at the sight before him. He wasn't sure how long he could resist from attacking the teen.
Dylan was so pretty when he wasn't screaming or cussing or threatening to do terrible things to the young vampire when he was asleep.
Still, the Goth boy looked like he wanted to, by the expression on his face, at least. But he couldn't move.
You see, Vampir, the leader of the Vampires at South Park High School, had made his intentions regarding the 'Red Goth' quite clear at the beginning of the school year.
Oh yes.
Unfortunately, this had caused his minions to think a little too hard. And, in an attempt to please their Overlord, they had actually managed to kidnap Dylan, tie his hands behind his back, bind his legs together and gag him.
"H-how the hell did you manage this?" Mike had always thought that there was no way anyone would be able to tame the kid, for even a moment…. So how did they manage to bind him?
Dylan groaned softly, closing his eyes.
Vampir licked his lips nervously, turning to his friends.
BloodRayne glanced over at Spike who simply shrugged. She growled at him. "You tell him, it was your fucking idea." The head vamp cringed at the word 'Fuck'. He was still getting used to being hard-core and such, and his good-boy attitude about language was the last to fade.
Spike's lips parted slightly, then tightly closed again. After a few seconds, he spoke. "We knocked him out." When he saw his boss gain a look of horror, he decided it couldn't get much worse, and explained further. "With a giant Cross."
"You could have killed him!!"
Dylan mumbled something that must have been a death-threat, because when Mike kneeled next to him, the Goth tried his hand at head-butting. Luckily, though, he missed.
The wanna-be vampire stayed a couple of feet away from the bound-up boy, but leaned in a little to run his hand through the others red-and-black hair. The red goth pulled away from the touch with an odd noise a the back of his throat.
Mike turned his head slightly, however, refusing to look at his friends. "Leave us." He said breathily.
The Goth jumped, "MM-MM!!" He tried to make them stay, and Mike couldn't help but love the helplessness in his eyes.
The two nodded, and Spike grinned down at Dylan. "You're really his now."
When the two left Mike's room, he noticed that both of their breath had become unsteady. He turned toward his prisoner, and the boy jumped.
"If I let you speak, will you promise not to yell at me?" He was quiet for a moment, then nodded solemnly.
Vampir took two fingers and ran them along the boys neck, causing him to shiver and look away. He took his thumb and traced his preys left ear and along his jaw, stopping at his chin. He then slipped his fingers under the blue-cloth that his friends had used to gag Dylan, and pulled it over his head.
"Let me the fuck out of here." The Goth growled. "Or you're going to suffer, you fucking little douche bag conformist." after saying this, he exhaled. It kind of sounded like a sob to Mike, but that couldn't be… Dylan leaned against the bed-post, closing his eyes. "Evan will be here soon. He's going to beat the shit out of you anyway, but if you don't want him to kill you, I suggest you stop molesting me, and let me go."
Mike didn't want to deal with the Tallest Goth, but he definitely did not want to let the opportunity to get on Dylan's good side go.
Well….. Maybe it would be impossible to get on his good side now. At this point, though, he had nothing left to lose with him. So, he was just going to have to try his hardest.
"I wasn't molesting you, per se…"
"No?"
"No. And what makes you think he knows where you are?"
"They may have tied my hands, but I can still text." Dylan's face broke out into an horrible, evil grin, making Vampir's stomach plummet. He grabbed the Goth kids collar and pulled him forward, finding that he indeed had a phone in his tied hands…. And… what's this? A phone call?! '10 minutes, 45 seconds' 46... 47.…48...
He slowly put the small, black phone up to ear. "Hello?" All he could hear on the other end, at first, was a car running.
"I'm coming to get him. Don't try and run, you fucking fag."
Mike felt less like a powerful vampire and more like a helpless child at this point.
"I'll find you, you pathetic worm of a conformist." Vampir quickly shut the phone, his breath getting out of control.
Taking a second to re-gain his composure, the teen yelled for his friends to come back.
"Yes, boss?" The head-vampire hardly heard Spike's voice, his mind working a mile a minute, trying to come up with a plan.
"You guys didn't check his pockets for a phone, per se..." He glanced up at the silver-haired teen, just as BloodRayne walked into the room.
"Ah, shit."
"Yeah. Now the other Goths are on their way here…"
"Double shit!!" Spike glanced quickly behind him, as if they had already made it there.
"We need to get out of here, per se…."
"We should take him…."
"Fuck no!" BloodRayne interrupted, "We need to just let him go!"
"That won't solve anything right now. We need to take him with us, and convince him to talk them out of killing us!"
"I agree… we'll take him to our hideout in Scottsdale and figure out what to do from there." Vampir looked back over to Dylan, who sat grinding his teeth. "I'll make you understand what you mean to me. You'll eventually get it… At least you should, per se."
He jumped slightly when something in his hands started to vibrate. He looked down. 'EVAN' was written across the screen. He swallowed hard and pushed the 'ignore' button.
Spike kneeled down next to Vampir, "Should we leave the phone here?"
"N-no…. If we take him to Scottsdale, and come right back…. I can convince my dad…. And the cops…. That he was never here." He looked up at his friends. He couldn't let them get taken away. They were a clique now more than ever, and he wasn't going to let them down. He looked back at his precious Dylan, who had started giving death threats, and pulled the gag back over his head.
"Pull your car into the garage, Blood, so we can get him in the trunk without my neighbors seeing." Dylan shrieked and tried to kick out at them, but it was no use.
Blood looked down at the young Goth one last time before she left.
"Talk about karma."
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End Chapter One
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I'm only posting this here because some people wanted a chapter two, and other people were offended by it. SO! Devianart can't have any more of this story. But feel free to enjoy it here.
All the characters personalities have, and I am quite sorry about this, been tainted by their respective RPG accounts on deviantart. So, if you think that some of them seem ooc compaired to the show, that's prolly why.
Yeah.
