Brendon is in the motel room after a show. They're in northern Oregon, and there's
a long tour across the country ahead of them. It's late and he's exhausted. The
other guys had went out to a club, but the first show of the tour had taken it's
tole on him . He ends up sprawled out over the queen sized mattress in a comfy
pair of grey boxers in his hotel room. He hadn't bothered to get dressed after
showering. After all, no one would be bothering him until the day after tomorrow,
so there's really no point, and he's had a long night. He thinks back to how the
girl had thrown herself at him as he was getting ready to get back on the bus, and
the security team had struggled to hold her back. She fucking bit the dude holding
her
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He sighs and shifts, rolls over onto his stomach and to let the city noise lull
him to sleep over the occasional siren (are there more than usual tonight?), but
he's having trouble. Every time he gets close to drifting off, another siren
echoes and jolts him awake.
"Fuckin' shut up," he groans, reaching out and slapping around on the bed for a
moment until he finds another pillow which he abruptly jams over his head in a
futile attempt to drown out the noise of yet another ambulance. He wonders if
there was like, a car crash or something. Or maybe a fire. It's a lot of sirens
for one crash. Either way, he wishes that they would hurry up and take care of it
so he could sleep. But hours pass, and it's almost five in the morning when he
finally falls asleep. He doesn't wake up for nearly 12 hours.
When he finally awakes, he's groggy. He rubs his eyes and runs his hand through
his hair, pushing it out of his face and stumbles to the little kitchen. He starts
a pot of coffee and waits for it to go off, but in the mean time, settles for
watching the sun filter in from between the blinds and slowly create gold
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But that's not what makes Brendon's stomach clench. Half of his
fucking neck and face seems to be missing. Brendon thinks his ear is completely
gone. He can see the muscles in his neck, and there's blood everywhere, spurting
out and dripping down the glass.
He screams something again, and Brendon is definitely going to get up, help him
inside and call 911, just as soon as he can fucking breathe again, but right as he
stumbles backwards towards the desk, another person comes up from behind and grabs
the guy by his shoulder and sinks her teeth right into his neck, yanks and oh, now
he has a matching hole on the other side, Brendon thinks numbly and his mouth
falls open in a silent scream.
Two more people appear, and they grab onto whatever part of him they can reach,
piling on and digging their teeth into his flesh until he collapses under them
with another bloodcurdling scream, sliding out of view below the window sill.
Brendon is still for a heartbeat, before he is emptying the contents of his
stomach on the floor. When he finishes, he's kneeling on the floor, tears in his
eyes. He scrambles backwards, falling on his ass more times than he can
“…dragged from the house on his knees. His face was bloody and when he tried to speak he cried with pain.”
extended arms. As he is about to clasp her, he feels a stunning blow upon the back of the
with her wherever she goes. She begins to talk in her sleep, frantically wringing her hands together as she laments that they
He can breathe again, a little. Still ragged. He doesn't know how long he stays there, but it's a long time.
stopped to ask him if he knows what the consequences are of taking her. He said that
Like a childish lie , he sits on the edge of his dad’s bed and cries helplessly.
he opens a door. Inside, the room is cluttered, dark. On a queen-sized bed, under a window draped with lace curtains, his mother is asleep. He jumps squarely onto the bed next to her. He gives her a hug.
Dragging himself to a sitting position he drags his hands over his face and hair. Pushing himself to his feet he stumbles, making his way to the table. He reads the note, leaving it where it lays as he pulls a bottle out of his pack and staggers back to his bed.
the head with one single shot. He walked up when she was on the floor
can barely recover by lying on his back and taking deep breaths, after which he has to
It takes some nudging but eventually he's on his back in the tall grass, shoulder-to-shoulder with her- waiting for the world to wake up.
"Wake up, Merlin! I've been trying to get your attention for the past minute now!" Arthur continued, crossing his arms and glaring at Merlin from his position next to the bed.
Another blow, somehow even harder than Evan's. Next thing he knows, Evan is yanking him to his feet.
"What?" Madison says, quickly sitting up. In the process she bumps her head on the headboard. "Ow!" Madison exclaims, rubbing her injured head.
"Leave me alone." I mumble as I roll to my side, hitting my head against the window.