Darkness. That's all he could see. The whole world was dark and not in the way he liked to indulge himself. The horror movies and the subjects he once sought a thrill out of now had so much more of an imposing meaning now. He could see now that everything was coated in a layer of unforgiving black. How can people be so relentless? Though, he thought to himself, most people weren't just people anymore. Not since that one birthday many years ago. Now there were things coming after him, and his kind. He was never one to give in and God, he never will be, but he can see now how easy it would be. It would be so easy to allow the peaceful darkness to swallow him whole, to take him away from the pain he felt from his body. But he wouldn't be that dipshit in the horror movie that the audience yelled at for laying down and let the monster eat him.
He warily lifted his head wondering if his assaulters were still there. As soon as he tried to sit up a searing pain shot up his back. He almost cried out , but he bit his lip. He didn't want to show any weakness. Frank allowed the pain to stabilize and glanced around him. He could see that there were objects strewn haphazardly across the floor, but they were all a blur. Save for one thing, a pair of dirty black converse attached to a person. Fearing it was his assailants come back for more, he tried to kick out when light hands tried to ease him down. Yet it seemed to do no good, the once tender hands turned to steel and his already stained lower half of his body gave out. The figure pinned him down, but Frank refused to stop wiggling around.
Fuck, no this is not happening again!
He kept struggling and braved a look at whom or what was after him. He found a pale determined face with great green eyes, he knew it wasn't one of his previous attackers, but as he dropped his gaze to the person's slightly open mouth he saw something that terrified him more. Two slightly pointed fangs resting where canines normally would have inhibited.
Excellent, just what I needed. One of them. Perfect.
"Stop. Don't move you'll only hurt yourself more," the taller figure said straining to be patient, "And no I am not here to hurt you more. Just—stop – struggling."
Frank narrowed his eyes let out a small, grim laugh, "Never, and why exactly should I believe you?"
"Well other than the fact that I stay true to my word, you don't have a choice." The vampire stated blankly, strengthening his grip. Frank realized how strong the other man really was, but that didn't hinder his stubbornness. Frank would never believe him. He knew from experience that vampires were manipulative and untrustworthy. With that dawning on him and he stopped physically struggling and laid underneath the other man's form. He was too tired to move, but he looked at the room around him planning an escape route. He wasn't going to die not like this. He couldn't. Frank panicked and look at the sparse array of furniture in. All he could see were the blood stained blankets underneath him (he tried not to think about them) and fragments from a broken chair scattered throughout the room.
Realizing the extent of Frank's disarray, the vampire slowly loosened his grip saying soothingly, "Okay relax. I swear I won't hurt you, but you have to keep still." He smelled the sweet blood surrounding the man, boy really. Not only blood, but the scent of something he'd smelt before, something he'd never forget. He narrowed his eyes and leans into the boy sniffing getting more interested. He smells desperation, panic, anger, and a lot of fear radiating off the boy. Most of all he smells his blood, oh that sweet, satisfying scent. He shakes his head and reminds himself to focus on the other foreign smell. His nose lingers on a place on the boy's thigh. Yes he knew what this was, more importantly he knew who it was. This was the perfect opportunity for vengeance. He smiled slightly to himself
All Frank can see is the vampire slowly sniffing his way around Frank's body. Sniffing at the blood and at the places where they grabbed him. Then he sees a small devilish smile emitting from the strange being. "Oh God, this is it. I'm going to die. He's going to eat me alive," thought Frank grimly," well if this motherfucker is going to try kill me now I'm not going down without a fight."