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Vampires Will Never Hurt You
By Kat'sAnAdhdLlama

 



A/N The format is all messed up because it wouldn't upload my
word version.
Anyways, it's just a sort one. Got bored one night when it was raining.
Obviously, I do not own panic at the disco, or in this case Brendon Urie. I wish i did.
The title is My Chemical Romance...
Reviews are much loved :)....

Eeech I started year 11 Tuesday, it sucks...
anywho, hope you like it..
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I stared, horrified at the horendous scene in front of me. Of all the places I could've been
tonight, and it was here. I can't even remember why I was walking this way. Was it because there
were gangs of teenagers the other way? Or was it purely because this way was quicker? The true
reason had completely slipped my mind. They say tramaur does that to you.
I staggered back, my legs felt like jelly and my stomach churned. I'd never felt so sick. I
tried to keep my breathing silent and my footing light and as quiet as possible, what if he heard
me? I kept backing up the alley. One foot at a time. Left….right…left…
Once I thought I was far enough away that he wouldn't notice me, I turned around and broke into a
run. Tears were running down my face and pictures of him…attacking, that poor woman, all
bloodied and screaming, flashed like a mini slideshow in my head.
Oh my god. Not Brendon, not this….

I came to an abrupt stop, I needed a rest, my chest hurt too much. My stomach whirled furiously. I
couldn't be sick, my stomach was too empty. I took deep breaths, bending over with my hands on my
knees. My head was spinning.
``What are you doing out here at this time?'' A smooth, velvet voice sounded from behind me. I knew
that voice…oh no.
I stood up straight and breathed in before turning around. Yes, it was him.
``I..umm..I-I..was walking home from Hayley's…'' I managed to stutter, my voice barely
audible.
He smiled that beautiful smile that always made my heart bang wildly against my rib cage.
I remember the first day I saw that smile. I was hanging around outside some store, because I had
nothing better to do than sit in my car, singing along to Secondhand Serenade. There he was, in
front of my car, smiling at me like I was some kind of angel. He liked the song and my singing
apparently. He had me right then. I would've done anything for him.
``And you saw me and followed me?'' The trace of a smile still lingered on his too pale face. I
merely shook my head, he could read me so well, was there any point in lying?
He smirked, and I couldn't believe that I actually shuddered. It was just Brendon. He wouldn't hurt
me, would he?
``Then why are you so scared of me?'' His tone was desperate, something I had never detected
in his voice before. Not this outgoing musician.
I found myself cowering against the wall. The darkness now stretched around me.
``You saw didn't you?'' He now sounded guilty.
I couldn't lie again. He wouldn't hurt me, we're friends, so I nodded. He had moved closer to me
now, and he sighed. Sadness clouded his usual beautiful, happy expression and his eyes hazed
over.
``Eva, I'm so sorry….But…you saw me'' His voice trembled and his face
was inches from my own. ``I'm so, so sorry.'' I could smell his sweet, refreshing scent, our
noses were practically touching. I was too shocked and confused to ask questions. He tilted his head
as if to kiss me, but instead he moved further down, to my neck. His arms wrapped around my waist
and I stiffened.
His breath on my skin tickled, and sent my blood rushing. I felt his razor sharp teeth lightly touch
my skin. I closed my eyes, knowing what was going to happen next and preparing myself for the pain.

I gasped and my eyes shot open. It felt like a jellyfish sting, hundred times over, followed by a
slight aching. My breathing suddenly became ragged. Oh god, how could he do this to me? His grip
tightened on me and my legs were so weak I couldn't keep myself up. Brendon's hold on me was the
only thing between me and the floor.
My breaths were even more ragged and less often. I tried to hold onto Brendon's jacket, but I was
too weak. A soft sob escaped from the boy. He was crying?
``I …'' I managed to wheeze as he buried his head in my hair.
``I…I-love….you…Bren-don…..Urie…''



 

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