So, this is the story that has taken Don't Leave's place. I'm not gonna guarantee that this is gonna be a slash pairing … but that's always a possibility. I do have some ideas about this story, but for now, I'm leaving it like this.

(Ya'll know me, there's a 99 percent chance this will be slash)

In no way do I own MBAV. I'm not that lucky :'( lol.

Hope ya'll like it

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Three sullen looking teens stood in Whitechapel High's main hallway, staring at a new "missing person" flyer that seemed to be put up all around the school. Everybody went on about their day, not even paying attention, except for the three teenagers it seemed.

"How did this happen?" the girl in the group asked, fixing her long brown hair up into a messy bun with her pen.

"A better question is, who did this?" a boy asked, pushing his dirty blonde bangs out of his eyes. They turned to the face the boy who stood in the middle quietly, eyes never leaving the smiling photo on the flyer. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before stepping back and looking at them both.

"I don't know how this happened or who did it, but I hope you both understand, I will find out." He stepped a little closer to the flyer and frowned at it. "I will find out what happened to you. I promise," he said to the smiling face as he stepped back to his two friends. All three looked at the flyer again, wearing the same sad expression.

"Come on dude, let's get to class," the blonde boy says, pulling the dark haired boy away from the flyer. "We can't find him by just staring at it and hoping for it."

"If only it was that easy," he muttered, turning back to the flyer and pulling it down from the wall. "We'll find you buddy. I promise." He walked off with his two friends, passing more flyers on the way.

"Not if I have anything to do with it," a voice whispered menacingly, watching the three people walk away.

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Darkness. I see the stupid room I've been locked in, the barred windows so I won't escape, that are so tinted only the minimal amount of sunlight will get in. She really is planning on killing me I guess. Great. I wish I could've at least said goodbye to my friends and my family, although I don't have much of either.

"Where are you my dear snack?" she asked as she sauntered into the room. I just stayed on the bed she provided, not even bothering to move. "Don't look so depressed, I'm not drinking from you today. I just wanted to tell you, your little friends at school vowed to find you." I looked at her, leaving my expression blank. "I haven't fed you any since I took you have I?" I shake my head no, turning back to look at the ceiling. "Well… I can't have you dying yet so … I'll get you some food. What do you like my little nerd?"

"Why did you take me?" I whispered, voice dry and scratchy.

"We've been over this. For the longest time, your smell was getting too overwhelming for me. I got tired of pretending I hated you when all I wanted to do was sink my fangs into you. So … I took you for myself."

"But why me?"

"Because, like your stupid little friend, you have a … unique smell about you that just … sent me over the edge finally. It was a choice ya know, deciding to steal you. I had to choose between despising you like I always have, or getting close to you, just to smell you. Then I decided, I wanted neither. And besides drinking from you, I haven't hurt you any way have I?"

"… No," I whispered, frowning. She was right, she hasn't hurt me any, except from drinking from me. "What are you going to do with me when you're done?"

"… I haven't decided. I really don't want to kill you… but I don't know yet. Anyway, enough depressing talk. I'm gonna go get you something to eat. Be back sooooon!" she said, dashing out of the room. I hear the click of the lock as I stare at the door before sitting up slowly.

I think I'd rather her change me than let me die. At least I could see my friends again.

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The dark haired boy sat in his room, staring at the flyer he had pulled off the wall earlier. The smiling picture of the boy made him want to cry and smile at the same time.

"My best friend, my other half, what happened to you?" he asked the flyer, frowning. "I have the others looking for you right now, seeing if they can catch your scent or anything. We'll find you. I promise," he smiled sadly as he took in the photo of the smiling boy; His wide grin, his sparkling light eyes, his messy brown hair. A sad sigh fell out of his mouth as he re-read the flyer.

MISSING: BENJAMIN "BENNY" WEIR.

Where are you?

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Okay, as ya'll can probably tell, I was gonna make ya'll wait to see which one of the boys was missing, but I just couldn't

Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter!

Until next time

-JustMe133