Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Patrick Stump x Reader - Turned

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Warnings: blood, pain, vampires
Word count: 2 721

The sound of your shoes on the hard paving stones echoed back from the walls left and right of the dark street, but you could not hear it over the sound of blood rushing in your ears and your heavy breathing. You were a good runner, always had been, but now your body reached its limits, and you knew you had never had a chance to begin with. They were monsters, predators, created solemnly for the purpose of hunting down humans. You had spent weeks hunting them, trying to work against these forces of evil that had taken away your closest friend. Pete was not dead, they had turned him into one of their own, a vampire, but maybe that was worse than death. And it was what was about to happen to you, you realised as you came face to face with a pale, evil smiling, young man. He wore a hat and old fashioned clothes, some weird, dead, furry animal hanging over his left shoulder.

You spun around, ready to bolt off into the direction you had come from, but only collided with another one of these monsters. They had been closer than you had thought. Probably they had even made a game out of chasing your around, just to see you suffer.

Nauseous, you turned back to the vampire you had seen first. He was the leader of the Dandies, no doubt.

"Stay away from me," you hissed, your body shaking both from adrenaline and fear.

"Oh, that's what you want, right?"

You had never heard him talk before, had hardly heard any vampire talk before, other than Pete. Usually they just restricted themselves to hissing at you.

Strong hands gripped your arms from behind, twisting them painfully to your back. From the corner of your eyes you saw more and more figures emerging from the dark around you, all of them part of the Dandies.

This was it, you realised. This was the end. Either they were going to kill you, or they would turn you into one of them. You remembered what Pete had told you one evening, that it felt like he was losing himself to the darkness, that every breath he took brought him closer and closer to turning into a monster. What had you replied to that? That as long as he did not want to become a monster, he would not turn into one? And had he not answered that it felt like his body and his mind were no longer really connected, that he feared his instincts would take over soon? You had shrugged at that, promising him that you trusted him not to hurt anyone, and to prove it, you had hugged him tightly. At first he had been stiff and tense, as if he was afraid he might attack you any moment, but after a few seconds he had relaxed and hugged you back. So maybe there was hope for him. And that meant that there maybe was hope for you too. If the Dandies would let you live.

The head of the gang slowly made his way over to you, swinging the walking cane he was carrying. Fear made you heart beat even faster than before, and you knew that this made it even harder for the vampires to resist the urge to tear you to pieces. Suddenly a voice rung in your head.

"They want you to be afraid. They thrive on our fear, so we can't give it to them. Never be afraid of them, fight back. Fight as long as your body allows you to. Always fight."

Along with the memory of Patrick's words, the memory of his hand on your shoulder came back. And suddenly you did not feel scared anymore, only angry. Angry because maybe you would never get to see him again, maybe you would never get to talk to him again, maybe you would never get to tell him how you felt for him. Andy had urged you to tell Patrick, again and again, promising you the blond would feel the same, but you had always chickened out, had never had the courage to be honest with Patrick. And now it was probably too late. All you could do was go down fighting.

And that's what you did.

You started throwing yourself backwards against the vampire who was holding you, knocking the back of your head right into his face, causing him to let go in surprise. Spinning around you knocked him in the throat, causing him to wheeze and sink to his knees. The moment of your triumph was short lived, because the other vampires started attacking now. You managed to take out two more, but after just a few seconds the fair amount of ten vampires had taken hold of you. Some were holding onto your arms, two even held your legs restraint with which you were kicking around fanatically now. And another two were gripping into your hair, pulling your head back so your throat was exposed to the leader of the gang, who was smiling happily.