Ianto sprinted, he didn't care where he was going, and he needed to get out of the rotten old alley. His unzipped hoodie swished around in the air whilst he ran; slowing his speed when he needed to accelerate to his safety. Ianto didn't know what to call what was happening to him at the moment, but possibly the word 'stalking' would be the perfect word at this time and place. His heart raced thumping behind his lungs, making his chest beat like crazy. Pants escaped his mouth, making steam appear in front of Ianto's face, his vision started to blur.

Ianto skidded to a stop beside the brick wall; he placed his hand against the cool bricks and began to gain his energy back. His body weight resting on his one hand leant against the wall. Ianto snapped his attention to where he came running in from, not a single life force was seen throughout the fog, Ianto winced. This now gave him two options, either 1- keep on running hoping he would run into the open of the city of Cardiff, or 2- continue resting, making it a high chance for the victor(s) to capture Ianto.

Sighing, Ianto slumped down onto the concrete floor, guess that answered his question. Ianto glanced up towards the wall before him; the advertising poster caught most of his attention, so Ianto began to read the inked writing which read,

Torchwood!
That's us, the Torchwood vampire slayers!
We are a bit like Buffy the Vampire slayer,
but that is fiction and this is real!

Ever seen a vampire?
Do you want us to take it off your hands?
Vampires are out there you know,
just waiting to be slayed.

So contact us on our number,
'000' don't leave it until it is too late.
We promise that we, Gwen Cooper, Owen Harper and Toshiko Sato,
will make our society a safer place!

Ianto came back from his day dream in his head; he began to wonder if it was a scam, but who would want to joke about vampires? Why couldn't they just accept that they are mythical creatures, creatures that don't even exist in the human world. Plus '000' isn't even a phone number, '999' is a phone number which is for the police, but '000'? It probably goes straight to Mc Donald's service.

A low growl echoed in the fog, but it was soft, giving a high chance that the victor(s) were still quite awhile away. Maybe the victor(s) responsible for chasing Ianto were also 'vampires', it would explain the fact that he heard a growl come into his ears a while back. Ianto flinched at yet another growl, but this time it was louder, clearer even. Ianto couldn't afford to hesitate any longer; he rose to his height level, once again now sprinting down the alley, this time faster than before, due to the fact that he had restored his energy.

The alley seemed to go further and further on, with no ending at all, Ianto wanted to turn back and get to the exit that way, but the victor(s) would probably catch him for sure then. Growls bounced ff the brick walls, Ianto whined inside. His whining began to come out of his mouth as soon as he heard other people's pants. Tears rolled down Ianto's cheeks, drying instantly when the air flowed onto the liquid, leaving tear trails instead.

Shouts could now be heard throughout the alley, Ianto panted trying to think of his happy moments in life, making him happy if he did die, then he would die happy. The ground thumped by footsteps, but they weren't Ianto's footsteps, but someone else's. Ianto yelped as a pair of strong arms took a firm hold onto his shoulders, and shoved him onto the brick wall. The pressure hurt Ianto times 10,from being shattered to hell, and then being shoved onto a wall by a male, whose fingers were ice cold, like an ice block in the Antarctic.

Ianto screamed as his face was scratched along the rough wall, then turning right round to face his victor(s). Ianto eyed them; it wasn't 1 but 3 victors who were after Ianto all this time. Ianto panted toward the one holding him in a grip hold, his skin was pale white with red eyes to finish it off. Ianto stared into his eyes, they looked so real, like they were his natural eye colour, but they had to be eye contacts, didn't they?

Ianto pulled back from his gaze and from the sound of low breathing blocking his ears, he glanced back to the two behind him, finding that they were the cause of the noise with the one holding Ianto into a lock now low breathing, making the smell of a stench go straight into his face, which stank like blood. Ianto flinched as the victor now breathed in Ianto's scent, sighing in satisfaction. Ianto screamed inside when he felt the victors tongue travel along his forehead, his tongue was also freezing cold.

A creepy grin spread across the victor's pale white face,

"Your scent is the most attracting scent I have ever came across" he smirked; Ianto didn't even know what he was talking about. Ianto raised his eyebrow to question but got interrupted by the female behind the first victor.

"Oh look, he doesn't understand!" she laughed, walking up towards the first victor, placing her cool hand onto his shoulder. "Hurry up sweetie, all this chatting is making me thirsty" whispered the woman towards Ianto and the man, Ianto's eyes widened.

Struggling wasn't the best idea Ianto had; it only caused the grip on him to tighten. Ianto yelped now at his height, he had been lifted up on the wall, so he was now halfway up the wall. His scream echoed throughout the alley, he definitely wasn't going to get out of this without being hurt, and he probably wouldn't get out of it. Panted breaths went straight into the victor's face; Ianto tried his hardest to get out of the victor's grip the best he could. Shoulders twitching, arms wrestling, stomach twisting and feet kicking, he should have known they would have no affect against his main victor.

"Hush now, we promise it will be very quick, with no pain" the main victor soothed, tightening his grip on Ianto's neck, he was now choking. His lungs were struggling without air, he needed air soon or he will be done for. Ianto tried his best to make his croak sound as much as a scream as possible, the down side was it was faint, it would have been better if it was louder, people could of heard him if it was loud enough.

"Dinner time" the woman announced to the other two, who all now grinned towards Ianto, who screamed inside.

"Yes let's dig in" the other male spoke for the first time since they first came to Ianto's attention. Ianto became surrounded by the brick wall, this was really his last day alive, and he was only 24. One by one they opened their mouths to reveal red teeth, they looked as if they were tie-dyed. Ianto struggled towards the sets of teeth which were about to be daggered into his neck. Ianto braced himself for the torture of teeth that were about to come, by closing his eyes shut and turning his head away from their faces, but they never came.

Ianto snapped an eye open to reveal that they weren't paying attention at all to Ianto but to the space at his left. Their eyes narrowed towards that certain spot, noses sniffed the air. Soon they turned back towards Ianto, who was now struggling more than ever to escape his grasp but he was becoming too weak.

"Let's dig in" the female declared, all three now teaming up on Ianto, Ianto winced.

Teeth began to shoot towards Ianto's neck, but a loud growl stopped it from happening. Ianto stared up in the sky where the growl came in the first place, at the same time as the other three did, but they were more concerned than Ianto. A male figure jumped down through the air straight down to the floor, he landed perfectly without making a single face emotion except the one he was already using, which was anger and determination.

He was different to the other three; they had red eyes whilst the new person had goldish brown eyes. To top it all off he was dressed more smartly than the others, his clothes didn't have a single scratch or slash compared to the others who had ruined their clothes with scratches and slashes.

The new figure growled towards the three victors, Ianto wondered if he was growling towards Ianto, it would make perfect sense with the 'attractive scent and all', but Ianto had misjudged. He was growling towards the victors, who were growling back towards him. In a blink of an eye he rose up towards the victors who braced their selves for his attack.

Another growl escaped his mouth, followed by him now charging towards the other three. All four of them had forgotten all about Ianto, they were more concerned in the battle instead of him, the male victor from before released his tight grip from Ianto's neck, turning towards Ianto's hero, both now fighting against each other.

Ianto whacked his head on the rough ground and yelped in agony at his head which had now split open, pants flowed from his mouth, as his empty lungs finally filled with oxygen. Ianto's vision began to go blurry; he was for sure going to be knocked out soon. Before the darkness took control of his body, he had a good chance to look towards his hero.

His hero was male, about in his late 20's; he had dark brown spiked hair with a World War 2 coat. Ianto's breathing began to turn fainter, with his injured head having blood escaping onto the ground. All four of them sniffed in the air, mainly the three victors turned towards Ianto and growled, Ianto winced, but Ianto's hero growled towards the victors and carried on tackling them.

Ianto couldn't take it much longer so his vision went black, giving his safety for his new hero to keep him safe.