Trauma
Miguel would have laughed that he didn't believe in vampires, up until one grabbed him and spun him around, staring down into his face with wide red eyes and a fanged white grin. But when one did just that, and the thought flashed across his mind, VAMpire..?! he began to doubt earlier assumptions.
Claw-like fingers dug deep into his shoulder, but it was more the colorless face, three inches from his own, and the warm breath that smelled unnervingly of blood travelling from between taut vampire lips into his own gaping mouth… It wasn't the pain that made Miguel pale and sweaty and terrified. It was more the look, the realization, the reality-turned-upside-down… the smell of blood making everything taste like, taste like, like—
"MIGUEL!" Claude shrieked, dodging out of nowhere around a big hairy-blueish-wolfish person reaching out to stop him, not the vampire, but a, a…—
Miguel collapsed faintly against a wiry, supportive body, a blonde, green-eyed boy he barely knew shouldering his weight. He watched a red-haired, angry-eyed boy he knew slightly better stepping in front of them, speaking with… the… monsters…
But he couldn't hear, couldn't hear the words, around his own heartbeat thudding in his head
A/N: Inspired by the ending screenshot of Miguel looking freaked, supported by Enrique, behind Claude and Johnny, facing Sanguinex and Lupinex, undoubtedly. I can't believe no ones written about that scene yet. Cummon, guys! It's the Majestics and Barthez Junkies... bonding!!