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Turn that direction! He’s that way!
Turn.
Turn, turn, turn
I smell him.
Blood for the blood god!
The voice hummed in his ears as he ran, the yell instructions. He was hesitant to listen, but he didn’t really have any better ways of finding Callahan.
Phil and Sapnap followed close behind, “Are you sure you even know where we are supposed to find him?” Sapnap called out in a dry pant as he tried to keep pace.
“not a clue. Something telling me where to go.” He deadpanned.
They ran through the dirty alleyway. The sound of their foot steps and sapnap’s heavy breathing echoed against the high walls of the buildings. The dim light of the moon and the warm orange of far street lamps, barely illuminated the way.
Yet Techno could see more clearly than he ever has, his vision is sharper than it is when wearing glasses.
There’s still a dull ache in his jaw, though he was currently blinded by rage.
He picked up a faint scent of blood nearby, he’s getting closer. He didn’t even need the directions from the voices any more, the scent got strong the farther he ran. He slowed to a stop in front of a rusted door, a puddle of blood laying on the ground in front of it, it was smeared on the door and knob.
Phil said something behind him, he couldn’t hear it.
There was a buzzed in his ears, he felt like static. He twisted the knob and pulled the door open. The inside was an old bar, run down and empty, graffiti litter the walls and stone floor.
There was a stage near the back, it wasn’t huge but it also wasn’t anything to laugh at. In the center sat Callahan, leaning over George, who laid limp in his grasp.
Dream scrub the wall a spot on the wall, “seriously did he even get any in his mouth, how the hell did it get on the wall?!” He questioned with a grimace.
Tommy laughed, “What’s wrong big D? Can’t handle a little blood?” Dream turned to him and scowled, “Stop calling me that.”
Wilbur laughed as he rinsed the bleach out of the rug.
Dream turned back to the wall, “you are both insane.” God he wished that sapnap and George were here…
George walked down the through the dark alley he looked at his phone, this is the place.
“Dream?” He waited, silence.
“Callahan?” No responses, this was such a bad idea. There’s a murder on the loss and what does he do when he gets an ominous text from Dream? He follows it like some stupid kid in a horror movie, not his brightest move.
He walked farther in, hopefully the murder wasn’t hiding in wait for their next victim. He shines his phone flash light down the alley, Dream’s bat?
Blood…..
Oh
Oh shit.
He turned to leave, he stared to dialing 911, only for the phone to be grabbed from his hand.
George screamed in fear by a hand shot over his mouth. He ripped it off a turned to face his would be attacker.
“CALLAHAN?!” He said in shock, Callahan only replied by holding his finger over his mouth in a ‘shh’ motion.
“What the hell man! I thought you and Dream got murdered or something.” George grabbed him by the shoulders, only to pull them away.
His hands came back covered in a wet sticks substance, “is… is this blood?!”
Callahan nodded and gesture over to the bat, George’s brows pulled together in confusion. Callahan grabbed his wrist, and nodded his head towards the end of the alley, “is Dream down there? Is he okay? What happened?!”
Callahan only nodded again and began to pull George farther into the alley.
They walked for what felt like ages, further into the twisting and turning alley before they finally stop at an old door.
Callahan opened the door and pulled George into the building before closing the door behind them. George looked over the room, it looked to have once been a bar.
“Where’s Dream? What happened?”
Callahan leads him to sit at the bar, he pulls out a note pad and begins to write. He pushed the note pad to George and then leaned has head on his fist, ‘how are you doing George?”
“What? Fine I guess? Just tell me what happened already?!” He said impatiently, Callahan pulled the note pad back and wrote again.
‘Fine. Fine. I just though you might What to have a friendly chat before you die, jeez.’ George read it with confusion, “before I die?” He repeats in a mumbled as he reread it. He looks back up to Callahan, he’s smiling. He pulls the note pad back and wrote a single word.
‘Run’
George read it, then looked to Callahan. He smiled with teeth, his shoulders shook as if he were laughing, his teeth…. George’s eyes widened.
HIS TEETH.
OH.
He’s a vampire.
George stood from his chair, the door wasn’t that far he could make it. He backed away slowly then turned to run for the door. He grabbed the knob, a surge of relief flooded him, only to be quickly replaced by dread as Callahan pulled him back by his hair. His eyes watered from the pain, he gasped as he tried to pull Callahan’s hand away.
Callahan shoved him away from the door, George darted back to his feet and tried to run the opposite direction. Callahan some how got in front of him and tripped him.
George fell to the ground with a yelp, he collected himself and rolled on to him back. He scurried backwards, his back met a wall.
Callahan stood over him, his eyes were dilated, smile crazed. He yanked George to his feet by his shirt, he struggled and broke loss. He tried to run again to no avail.
Callahan keeped repeatedly letting George think he had gotten away only to pull him right back.
George realized in horror, he was toying with him.
“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” He screamed, Callahan looked down at him, his hand holding George by the roots of his hair.
He smiled and shook his head, he pulled George back to the bar and grabbed the note pad.
He scribbled a message at through it down at George.
‘I was going to kill Dream but Techno got in my way, I’m going to kill you slowly to mess with him.”
George’s face screwed up in disgust, “you are sick.” He spat.