This is a highly fictional story if that makes any sense. It's just somehting that came to me the other day when i was in starbucks so yea.
hope you like it... let me know if you want me to carry on XD

Chapter1- Unexpected night life

I stepped out of the crowded bar, the cool night air washed over me clearing my head and helping me think straight. It’s midnight and I’ve been here 4 hours now, nobody knows where I am, I don’t come here with my friends it doesn’t seem right. This is where I used to come to escape and I have to come here alone that’s the way it is, the way it’ll always be.
I started to walk down the dark, deserted streets. Normally this wouldn’t bother me. Walking home on my own in the dark was something normal for me. But tonight something unnerved me something wasn’t quite right. I felt like I wasn’t alone, like someone was watching me. Then I realised someone was following me. I was sure of it. I wanted to turn and see who it was but something at the back of my mind told me I didn’t want to the same thing that just told me to run. I instinctively quickened my pace in order to get away from whatever danger I was in. soon enough I was running, from what I had no idea but it was important I didn’t stop until I was safe. But I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and I found myself at a dead end. Oh shit. I whirled round; I still didn’t know why I was so scared. There was no one there. For a minute I felt relieved. Then, a figure stepped out of the shadows. This person was definitely male. He was dressed entirely in black, I couldn’t see his face but there was something vaguely familiar about the way he was stood. I blinked. He disappeared. I spun round but I couldn’t see him anywhere. Suddenly someone wrapped their fingers into my hair and dragged my head backwards. They put another hand on my shoulder and forced me to my knees. They where incredibly strong and it seemed, unbelievably fast too. There was no way I’d be able to fight him off. He lowered his head towards my neck. I saw a flash of white. Teeth. No, wait. Fangs. But, fangs? That means… vampire! Wait, what? That’s ridiculous. Vampires are just stories made up to scare little kids. Monsters that hid in the closet or under the bed. Not real creatures that walked round at night preying on, well not exactly innocent people. But what other explanation do I have? None. I’m about to be killed by a vampire. His teeth brushed against my neck. I could smell him. He smelled…sweet. Familiar again. Like someone I know but I can’t remember where from and yet I felt like it was glaringly obvious who it was. He hesitated, pulled back slightly and then… ‘I’m so sorry’ he whispered. That voice. I knew him. Wait, that voice belonged to… ‘Brendon?’ I asked in little more than I whisper. He pulled back and released me ‘R…Ryan?’ he asked back. His voice was shaky like he was trying to control something that was threatening to overwhelm him. ‘Oh god. Ry… Run just… Run’ he said. He stepped back, head down looking at the floor, shaking. ‘But, Brendon I…’ his head snapped up. He had fangs about two inches long, he looked like he was snarling at me and his eyes. His eyes were pitch black, like hollow tunnels leading into his soul; this was not my best friend. ‘I said RUN! Don’t stop, don’t look back, keep going until you get home and lock all the doors when you get there. Go, NOW!’ he looked angry and his voice held a ring of authority I had never heard before. But he looked like he was going to lose control and he was scared of it, I knew him well enough to tell when he was scared. ‘FOR FUCK’S SAKE RYAN, GO!’ he yelled at me. I hesitated and then turned and ran.
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When I got home I locked all the doors and went into my room. As soon as I sat on my bed I started to cry. I figured this was my body going into shock. I mean lets face it, what just happened wasn’t exactly normal was it? My friend, my best friend had just tried to kill me but at the same time he had just saved my life. I wonder who he’s draining the life from now. Ugh. I shouldn’t think like that. I knew so little about what he was that I was letting my imagination get the better of me. In the end I just stopped. I stopped thinking, I stopped crying, I stopped moving I just stopped. Eventually I fell into a fitful and uneasy sleep.

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Great start. =D

Definatley can't wait to read more of this. Update soon?

chapter 2 already XD and i have to type chapter 3 up and post it asap!!.


Chapter.2- Put a name to the face

I woke up at 10 the next morning, still tired due to lack of sleep. I was kind of hoping that last night had all been a dream but that part of my mind that kept trying to bring me down and freak me out told me that it wasn’t. I had a shower and got changed; I’d fallen asleep in my clothes again. I hate doing that. I made myself a coffee and went and sat in my living room doing nothing. After about five minutes of me staring into space there was a knock at the door. Not thinking I went and opened it. It was Brendon. He was stood, leaning on the doorframe looking serious but amused at the same time in a way only he can manage. ‘What are you doing here?’ I asked a little more harshly than I intended. He sighed. ‘Can I come in?’ Vampire, in my house? Not a very good idea in any circumstance. Still he was my best friend and he definitely looked human. ‘Okay then’ I finally decided on. He followed me through to my living room. He’d been here so many times it often still smelled like him long after he’d last been here. In some ways it was creepy but in others it was kind of comforting, like he was always going to be here even if it was just in spirit. He never let me down when I needed him; I can’t say I do the same for him. It’s amazing how easy he is to forgive however I doubt he actually forgets anything, which makes me even more guilty when I let him down because I know that he’ll automatically remember all the other time’s I’ve done exactly the same thing in a different circumstance.
He sat down opposite me. We both just sat there staring at the floor in silence. That I itself wasn’t right. There’s never a silence when Brendon’s around. He’s always talking, laughing and in some cases singing, generally being random. The silence was so unnatural it made me wonder what he was thinking. I looked up at him. He was staring at the floor. He hadn’t even moved. I sighed. ‘Bren, last night…what…what happened?’ I asked. He looked up at me through his eyelashes. It was unbelievably cute. Wait, did I seriously just associate Brendon with cute? I shook my head quickly to push the thought away. ‘What do you think happened?’ he asked curiously. I had been trying to work this out all night and had come to a ridiculous conclusion that I wasn’t going to tell him at all. ‘I don’t know’ I said ‘But I’m pretty sure you nearly killed me.’ He dropped his gaze. ‘How?’ he asked ‘What?’ I said confused. ‘How was I going to kill you?’ he asked through gritted teeth. Something about what he’d just said clicked into place in my mind. ‘YOU WERE ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL ME?’ I shouted at him. He glared at me ‘OF COURSE I WAS! WHAT DID YOU THINK I WAS GOING TO DO? KISS YOU AND ASK YOU TO MARRY ME? YES I WAS GOING TO KILL YOU!’ I was more shocked by his sudden anger than what he’d actually said. Brendon never gets this angry, ever and yet I got the feeling that his anger was directed internally rather than at me. ‘But… why?’ I managed to ask. ‘BECAUSE I NEEDED TO!’ he yelled. I’d never seen him this angry and honestly, I’m scared. My ordeal with my dad had taught me to associate anger with pain and usually the pain was for me. Instinctively I shrank back from him. He seemed to calm down a bit when he noticed. ‘Why did you need to?’ he shook his head and laughed bitterly. ‘You wouldn’t believe me if I told you’ he said. I looked at him, he still looked mad. ‘Brendon. You, my best friend nearly killed me last night and you don’t even squash spiders so there’s not much I wouldn’t believe right now.’ I said calmly. I sounded a lot calmer than I felt. He looked at me darkly ‘you really want to know?’ the way he said it, it sounded like a threat. I figured I knew anyway but I needed to hear it from him. I nodded in answer to his question. He smiled a very sinister smile that gave me the creeps and his eyes melted into black. ‘Are you sure?’ he whispered. He stared at me with pure black eyes and I couldn’t look away. ‘What are you?’ I managed to whisper. He kept looking at me and he was seriously creeping me out. This guy had nearly killed me last night and now he was staring at me in a hungry kind of way. I wanted to run but I was rooted to the spot, and I didn’t even know what I was running from yet. ‘I could kill you right now… and it’s all like a game to me. A game where the odds are so stacked against you there’s no possible way I could ever lose.’ He whispered, but in the silence it sounded like he had screamed it into my head. ‘But… why would you kill me?’ I asked, determined to get to the bottom of this no matter how much I wanted to run. He laughed again in a hollow way that was so unlike him. It just didn’t fit. ‘I think you know. You know what I am but you don’t want to admit it because it makes no sense and, if you say it out loud that would make it real and you like everything how it is. You hate change I know that because I know you and admitting what I am would be the biggest change in your life. Am I right?’ I was still unable to look away from his eyes. I nodded in answer, unable to say anything, unable to even move properly. I felt like I wasn’t even in control of my own body anymore. His eyes burned with pain and guilt. I wondered how many people had been less fortunate than me when they met him on a dark night. I shivered. I could tell that he regretted every life he had ever taken and that make me feel so sure that he wasn’t at all as evil as he thought he was. ‘What am I Ryan?’ he asked in a soft whisper and I got the feeling that the question was just as much for himself as it was for me. I managed to tear my gaze away from his eyes and look at the floor. ‘A vampire’ I said quietly. The words hung in the air. Neither of us said anything for a while. I looked up at him. He looked so… human. He looked just like he normally did, innocent, far from harmful and definitely not scary. ‘Are you scared?’ he whispered, not looking at me. I looked at him, properly looked at him how he was now. Last night he could’ve killed me, he had the chance to but he didn’t. I could tell he was struggling with what he was just as much as I was. Above all he was my best friend, he’d always come when I needed him to whether it was convenient or not. He’d dropped everything and came to make sure I was okay, hell he’d even talked me down from killing myself by jumping off the roof of a multi-storey car park. And I’d let him down. I’d let him down to many times. Right now he needed me more than ever. There would be enough people terrified of him without adding me to that list. I wasn’t going to let him down again. Not this time. ‘No’ I said and it was one of the most honest things I’d ever said to anyone. ‘No I’m not scared of you’ he looked up at me, shocked and confused. ‘Really?’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Yes really’ he shook his head ‘Ryan. I nearly killed you and you’re not scared?’ he said it apprehensively like he was trying to figure out why I’d reacted like I had. ‘You nearly did but in the end you didn’t so no I’m not scared.’ he looked confused. ‘but-’ he began I cut him off. ‘Brendon, do you want me to be scared of you?’ I asked him. ‘No, but-’ I cut him off again ‘Then I don’t see any problem.’ He shook his head in disbelief. ‘You’re insane’ I laughed. ‘Probably’ I agreed ‘but it doesn’t matter’ he just stared at me, wide eyed and shook his head. ‘You should be scared.’ He muttered under his breath. ‘But I’m not so stop going on about it’ he rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. I smiled at his expression and he threw a sideways look at me. ‘What?’ he asked trying to be in a mood but failing miserably. I laughed and soon enough he was laughing too. We just sat there laughing at nothing just like we normally do. Soon enough our laughter subsided and Brendon looked at his watch. ‘What are you doing for lunch?’ he asked I threw him a look that plainly said ‘why? Are you gonna eat me?’ he rolled his eyes. ‘Oh shut up’ he said and hit me over the back of the head playfully. ‘Didn’t say anything.’ I replied and he raised his eyebrows at me. ‘You wanna go for pizza?’ he asked. ‘Umm sure’ I said with a laugh. He looked at me and sighed. ‘What now?’ he asked disapprovingly ‘Just a vampire eating pizza?’ I said he rolled his eyes again. ‘I’ll call Spencer and Jon’ he said ignoring my silent laughter.

okay at the request of my friend that i'm writing this for this fic is going to be turned into a ryden so if you don't like ryden don't read any further XD.

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Ehh no-one likes my story... oh well I shall carry on anyway. I promised Pheobe I would XD

if things weren't wird already there gonna get weirder. I love vampires so does Pheobe... this is a story for her she's big on stories about real life being as far from real life as possible (so am i real life sucks )so this story will get really supernatural. just a warning

Chapter 3- I never suspected I was normal.

We went into the pizza place and found Jon and Spencer. They had already ordered we always had the same thing so whoever gets there first orders it just works like that. We were all pretty excited because in two days we are going on tour again. This time we would have Jon with us rather than Brent. I figured it would be easier this time because we worked so much better with Jon. We were all discussing the upcoming tour and I noticed that Spencer kept looking from me to Brendon and back to me again. It wasn’t something he usually did and it was kind of odd. We all fell silent when the waitress came and gave us all our pizzas. We were here so often she didn’t even have to ask which one was for who. It’s strange the way you leave your mark on places and people without even realising it. I had actually dated this waitress a few times. Her name was Zoey and even though she was very pretty I hadn’t felt anything for her so we gave up. She smiled at me before leaving us. I smiled back. We may not of amounted to much but we’d become quite good friends. Even though the waitress had left the silence still remained around the table until Spencer broke it. ‘You told him didn’t you?’ he asked Brendon, except it was more of an accusation than a question. Jon looked up, shocked. He knows. Spencer knows, everyone but me knew. Brendon just nodded. ‘You knew? You knew and you didn’t tell me?’ I hissed at them, I probably would’ve shouted but we were in a public place and I don’t want to make a scene. Spencer rolled his eyes ‘of course we knew! What did you expect with me being a-’ he stopped talking. Brendon was shaking his head. ‘Being a what?’ I asked. ‘You didn’t tell him about me did you?’ Spencer asked Brendon completely ignoring my question. ‘Umm, no’ Brendon admitted. ‘Ah’ was all Spencer said. ‘Being a what?’ I asked again. Silence. I was getting really annoyed. Brendon rolled his eyes. ‘Well you might as well tell him’ he said. Spencer remained silent. Jon sighed ‘Spencer’s a werewolf’ he whispered. ‘What?’ was all I could say. Vampires were one thing but werewolves? Seriously. I’m starting to think they’re all on drugs. ‘You have got to be kidding me!’ Spencer shook his head ‘it’s true’. I was completely shocked I have no idea what to believe. All the time I’ve known them and they’ve managed to keep this from me. ‘Jon?’ he looked at me ‘Please tell me you’re normal’ I asked weakly. He laughed. ‘Oh don’t worry. I’m human…At least I was the last time I checked.’ I laughed. Thank god for that. If they’d all been… odd I would probably have died on the spot. Suddenly I realised something. ‘Hang on. You guys knew all this and you didn’t tell me? For fucks sake were going on tour in two days did you not think that it might be important for me to know?’ I shouted as much as I could in a whispered argument. Brendon sighed. ‘Oh come on Ry. You’ve been on tour with us before and you didn’t know. It wouldn’t kill you to do it again. Besides what would you have thought? If it wasn’t for last night I doubt you would’ve believed it.’ He was smarter than I gave him credit for. I was having a hard time believing it now. Spencer looked at him darkly. ‘What do you mean by “last night” Brendon? What did you do?’ Brendon bit his lip. ‘I… um…well…’ Spencer glared at him. ‘Spit it out Urie!’ he said angrily. ‘I kind of nearly killed him’ he said sheepishly, shrinking back in his chair. ‘You did what?’ Spencer hissed at him ‘Brendon, what the hell? Have you been starving yourself again? If you don’t drink at least once a week you’re gonna kill someone close to you! You know this why do I have to keep telling you?’ he sounded like a mother scolding a child and actually it was quite funny to watch. ‘No I haven’t been starving myself. It’s not my fault if he chooses to go out on his own at night being easy prey and smelling so damn good!’ Brendon retaliated. What the hell. I smelt good? Does that mean… Eww. He thinks I’d taste nice. ‘I smell good?’ I asked him, hoping he’d prove me wrong. ‘Probably not as good as you taste but yea’ he said with a shrug like it was the most normal thing in the world to be sat in a pizza restaurant telling you’re best friend how much you’d like to drink his blood. ‘Eww Brendon, that’s creepy!’ he looked at me. ‘How do you think I feel having to live with it every day? I have to fight to stop myself from killing you every second you’re nearby.’ He said with the same internally directed anger he had before. I hadn’t thought of it like that. ‘Oh’ I aid quietly. ‘Weird isn’t it? He can’t drink my blood, its poison to him but he wants to drink yours every second you’re near. Or rather the vampire in him does, I think he hates the idea. It’s mad how it works.’ Spencer commented. ‘Stop talking about me like I’m not here!’ Brendon rolled his eyes. Poison? Well at least he’s safe. ‘One more question’ they all looked at me ‘If Jon’s human, and he’s not nearly been killed by one of you, then how come he knows?’ Spencer smiled, Brendon grimaced. ‘My dad was a slayer, I was brought up as one, I can spot a vampire a mile away.’ He said with a shrug. ‘How come Brendon’s not dead then?’ Spencer laughed, Jon smiled and Brendon gave me evil’s. He had no idea how cute he looked when he did that. ‘I don’t share my dad’s beliefs. I’m not a slayer, never will be it’s just a nice word for murderer.’ He explained. I suppose that makes sense. Then again, he too has been exposed to the world of creatures that don’t exist. Seems I’m the only normal one here.

haha, i love it carry on

Sorry I didn't reply earlier. >____>

Great updates--keep going!

I was lurking. And then I was in class. And then I'm still in class. >.> But this is cool. Vampires are always cool. xD CONTINUE.
Character if you need it, you probably don't though. xP

actually yes i do need characters... i need another good vampire and a human that wants to be a vampire... which one do you want?

I wanna be in this too!
I'd rather be a vampire but I'm fine being a human that wants to be a vampire.
You want a discription?

...kind of want to be the good vampire. >.>

Okay just post your descriptions and i'll write you in oh and there is an evil vampire position as well XD

Eh, I don't mind if I'm evil or good as long as I'm friends with Brendon or dating William Beckett if he's in this. I'd rather be friendly though so I can hang out with Panic, lol.

Anyways, I'm Sima. I've got dark brown, almost black shoulder length wavy hair and brown eyes. I'm really fierce and I love music. I'm friendly but I can be mean when I want to. I'm hyper and I talk too much. I have an obsession of sorts with William Beckett and I love writing and IMing. I love the internet. I'm aggressive if you're rude to me or my friends. I think that's all. Anything else you want to know?

Right well the good vampire and the human that wants to be a vampire are friends. the evil vampire is evil obviously so he/she doesnt like Brendon or the other good vampire. William beckett is'nt in this. the vampire and the human are Brendon's friends... hope that helps XD

Okay then, I can be good vampire y/y?