Title: Slick Red Streams
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Don, Alan
Prompt: Clue Challenge 28 at lj comm hurt_don: What: Exsanguination, Where: At Night
Spoilers: None, really.
Word count: 169
Disclaimer: Own nothing, not being paid.

A/N: Thank you to krazykitkat and pixie_on_acid for the beta. Thank you to krazykitkat for the discussion about streaks, creeks, rivers, streams and rivulets.
A/N2: Remember me? Gotten stuck on the longer fic that I'm working on (getting addicted to In Plain Sight may have something to do with it), so was happy I managed to get this out.

Summary: Flowing through his fingers, down his wrist. Slick red streams, pooling and dripping at the crook of his elbow.


His hand at his neck.

Sticky. Warm.

Flowing through his fingers, down his wrist. Slick red streams, pooling and dripping at the crook of his elbow.

Pain. Hitting the ground. Voices, hands. Flashlights brightening the darkness.

A moment of hysteria, a burble of laughter.

Everything fading away.

...

Beeping. White ceiling. His dad's anxious face.

"Don?"

"Hey."

Voice rough. Something pulling, hurting, in his neck. Trying to remember... remembered.

"Donnie, what happened? The doctors think that you were stabbed with something."

"Guy stabbed me with a barbecue fork."

...

Sweat-covered. Shaking. Heart racing.

His hand automatically on his neck.

"Just a dream," he murmurs to himself.

He knows why he had the dream—"You get bitten by a vampire?" in reaction to his scar earlier in the day, that and too many Buffy episodes.

But he can't shake the figure dressed in black. The white pointy teeth. The mouth closing on his neck.

"It was a barbecue fork," he tells himself. "It was."

It has to be.

Vampires aren't real.

-Fin-