Fell In Love With A Vampire.

Okay what actually just happened? The past 10 minutes happened so fucking quickly. It went from me being chained up to a bed to running down the streets of some place in the middle of the night. I'm still running, everything is so messed up though, what the actual fuck went on, everything went by so fast, I literally threw myself down the stairs and now I'm running like my life depends on it. Well it kind of does I guess.

I have no idea where I am or where I'm going. I think I'm in Stratford actually, I mean there's signs saying it so I must be... It' so cold right now, I literally feel like ice is running through me. What am I going to do? It's not like I'm close to home because if I'm in Stratford that's miles away from my house in Bristol. Not that I'd want to be back with my shitty parents anyway. I will just keep running. The cold bite of wind whips past me and through my raven hair as I run down the street. I'm well away from that dark and un-finished estate by now and out into the brightly lit streets of Stratford. It's quite quiet actually. Oh wait no it's not. I hear rowdy shouting from ahead as a group of about 4 guys get thrown out of a nightclub. It's like the country side here but at the same time it's not. It feels like they've built a city on a farm if you know what I mean. 3 of the guys clear of somewhere but one of them stumbles across the street, he's completely drunk. He goes around a corner and out of sight. By this time I've realised I've stopped running, I've slowed down completely... I feel bad for Jack and Patrick having to deal with Gerard, I'm a waste of space, all I did was cause trouble. No matter how many times Vic told me that it wasn't true I was going to believe it.

I start running again, until the point where everyone and everything around me was blurry. I'm so cold, I'm so exhausted, I'm so lost, I'm so fucking heartbroken and I'm so pathetic. I loose concentration and I'm totally out of it until I see a tall figure in front of me. Fuck I'm going to crash into the person. I quickly stop and in the process loose balance, stumbling and falling to my feet before the person. I distinguish it's a man, he's tall.
"Woah sugar are you okay?" He says. His voice has a strong London accent. I've heard this voice before I'm sure of it. I can't see him very well from the ground though, he's wearing ripped black skinny jeans and a 'parkway drive' vest. I can see the tattoos all over him and he leans down and takes my hand. Quickly pulling me up from the ground I can see his face now and..

Oh my fucking god...

It's Oli...

Oli looks at my face for a moment then he gasps, his mouth hangs open as he stares at me. What do I say? Fuck sake why do these things happen to me? The street light shines down on me and him as he just stares. The golden torch above me illuminating us both. Yeah you're probably confused right now and have no idea who Oli is right? Well he's my dad's friend's son. When my Dad's friend Jerry comes over Jerry drags Oli along a lot, My dad and Jerry will get completely drunk and usually quite aggressive so I guess Oli just comes and hides from them both in my room or gets drunk too then comes into my room and passes out on the floor. He's 19 and to be honest probably more of a mess than I am.

After an extremely awkward few moments while I stand there as Oli stares at me he throws his arms around me. Tightly pulling me into a hug, He's so warm.. That's probably because he's drunk and sweaty. All of a sudden I can smell his blood, it's an unbelievably strong smell. Fuck it most likely doesn't help he's all sweaty.
"You've been missing for almost a month" He breathes. Finally saying something.. still holding his arms around me,
"Yeah..." I mumble. What else can I say? He pulls away from the hug but puts his hands on my shoulders, making me look at him.
"Where the hell have you been, the police are looking everywhere for you" He's still shocked, his mouth still hangs open a little.
"I don't know" I say completely honestly. I really don't know... I was knocked out on the way to that creepy mansion and I've been knocked out when going away from it. So yeah I don't know the way there or where it is because I never saw. Oli frowns at my response.
"What do you mean you don't know?" He furrows his eyebrows.
"I don't know" I mumble, his face is worried.
"Come on you feel cold and you look pale so I'm taking you home right now" He says and starts pulling me down the dim street.
"How do you intend to do that?" I questioning him, he's completely drunk he can't fucking drive.
"I have a car you know Scarlett" He smirks, glancing at me.
"I know but you're way too drunk to drive" I say almost in a laugh.
"Don't lecture me I'm older than you kid" He says. I scowl and he laughs.

"So go on where have you been?" He asks impatiently.
"I'm being honest I don't know" I mutter.
"You're crazy kid" He grins. Then he sees my face, I know I look sad.
"Tell me what the hell has been going on?" Oli's face is serious.
"Everything" I mumble.
"Be more specific" He groans as he holds my hand tightly, dragging me down the street,.
"I'm not telling you" I growl.
"Tell me!" He says in an annoyed and impatient tone. I swear the smell of his blood gets stronger every second.
"No!" I snap.
"The police will want to know and you're dad will go insane"
"Whatever I'll run away" I groan.
"You dream too much. Don't you dare run away" He says, having to drag me more and more as I begin to try and get out of his grasp.

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"You can't drive like this that would literally be suicide" I laugh, Oli is so drunk. I'm not getting into a car if he's driving in this state. He chuckles and unlocks the car.
"This situation has sobered me up girl" He smirks, I also don't want to get into his car seeing as I don't think I can take much more of this blood smell.
"Sobering up doesn't work like that" I grin, tapping my foot lightly on the floor. He opens the car door with a small pull.
"Get in or I'll leave you here" He says forcefully. I'm not letting him win.
"Go ahead" I snap and start walking away from the tattooed guy and his car. About a few seconds later I feel a hand on my arm dragging me back.

"That was a threat, I'd never actually do that but you need to come home okay?"
"Why? It's not like I'll be missed" I turn to him. He's already pulled me back into his car.
"Sugar you will be fucking missed" He mutters.
"Oh and by who? My drunken shit dad?! All the ass holes at my school?!" I growl. I can literally feel emotional pain filling me up. I think Oli see's it too. Nobody wants me back at home. I'm in the way. I'm a waste of space everywhere I go. Oli cups my face and whispers
"I'll miss you" I can smell the alcohol and his blood.
"Whatever but you're still drunk" I groan, pulling away.
"You're coming home with and I don't care what you say me so you might as well just get in" He grins holding the car door open.
"I should have run when I saw you" I mumble and climb into the passenger seat of his car.
"Good girl" He smirks. Treating me like I'm his pet or something. Oli closes the door and walks around to the other side where he gets into the driving seat.
"Please don't call me girl or kid" I snap, giving him a sarcastic smile.
"Okay girl" He chuckles.

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"What are you actually doing up here?" I furrow my eyebrows asking him. He seems to have actually sobered up extremely quickly. The smell of his blood is slowly wearing off. I guess I'm getting used to it... Why do I have to have all these powers like amazing speed, smell and hearing? They just cause trouble.
"Night-life" He shrugs.
"In Stratford? It's not exactly party central of England?" Why the hell is he up in the edge of London looking for party's and nightclubs?
"They do really good beer up here though. And the nightclub me and my mates we were in was cool until we got kicked out earlier" He chuckles.
"What happened to your mates?" I persist even though I know what it feels like to keep being questioned.
"I'll tell you if you answer me one thing" He grins, his eyes glancing to me for a moment then back onto the round. The road lights flash by and light up his face each time, his eyes light up and the three black dots he has tattooed on just his eye are illuminated.
"Fine.." I mutter.

"Were you kidnapped or did you run away?" He asks. I might as well tell him.
"I was kidnapped when I was skipping of school" I mumble,
"That's what you get for skipping school" He smirks, Oli pauses the speaks again,
"Who took you?" His expression is serious all of a sudden, as if he's being protective.
"You said one question" I grin.
"Tell me their name and I'll hurt them" He growls. It's funny because Oli could beat-up any human he wanted to. He's tall and very strong but he's no match for a super strength vampire like Gerard.
"No" I sigh, tiring of all his questions. I'm so fucking worn out, I keep wandering what has happened to Patrick and Jack. I guess they'll be okay of there's 2 of them, I still feel so bad, like I walked into their lives, fucked it up then left. This is why I want to die sometimes, I'm a waste of space.
"Why? The police will force you to tell them and sure as hell you're dad will" He says.
"I Don't care" I groan. Not wanting to talk any more. I can't sleep and I don't need to but I feel as though someone has tied an anchor to me. Fuck I'm worn out.

___________________1 DAY LATER___________VIC'S POV___________________________

I hear Patrick and Jack voices, oh my god they are back. Scarlett must be with them. I throw open my bedroom door and run down the small landing, then I open the door that leads down out of the attic. I see them on the stairs. My eyes go from Jack, to Patrick, too... nobody. Where is Scarlett? I already feel sadness rising inside me.
"Where is she?" I frown, sadness breaking through my tone.
"We found her.... and she is away from Gerard.. but we had to hold him down and I guess we just told her too run" Patrick says, they both look unbelievably sad and guilty.
"So you don't know where she is? Scarlett could be hurt!" I cry, tears filling my eyes.
"No... But I'm sure she's fine.. We have Gerard" Jack says. Anger fills me up. That bastard, I'll kill Gerard. I'll rip him apart. Then I'll stand there and watch him die.
"I'LL KILL HIM WHERE THE FUCK IS HE" I scream, my sadness and anger flying and pouring out. I haven't realised but Mike is by my side. I try to run forwards to find Gerard but he grabs me and pulls me back.
"Vic please no" He cries, dragging me back too my room. No I'm not going back. I scream and kick. I'm not just screaming though. I'm screaming her name.
"SCARLETT! I WANT HER BACK! PLEASE! DON'T LOCK ME UP AGAIN!" I'm screaming as the tears run down my face. Patrick, Jack and Mike are all holding onto me now. Pulling me back through my bedroom door.
"NO PLEASE!" I scream as Patrick and Jack step out and Mike holds me down on the floor of my room.

"Mike I want her" I sob,
"Vic I know okay? We all do alright? I know how happy she made you and it breaks my heart too see you like this, we will find her soon." He whispers, his eyes filling with tears. The he stands up and rushed out of the room, slamming it shut and locking it. I jump up and pound my fists on the door, wrenching at the handle. I scream for them to let me out. It's all to late. Everything is too late. I'm always too late.

I collapse onto the floor and curl up. I'm rocking in fits of cries as I put my hands over my ears and cry. I want Scarlett. I want her right now. Nobody comes in for me. My screams and cries echo around my hollow and dim room. They bounce of the walls and fly through the cracks in the door before they get heard by my brother who doesn't respond. Why can't he just let me look for her. Mike won't even let me try. Why are they all doing this? I'm pretty much better now. I have marks and bruises but I'm not in pain like a was a couple days ago. My screams drown out and turn into chocked and pained sobs as I lay completely distraught on the floor of my bedroom.

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I'm sat on my bed, holding my knees against my chest. The TV flickers but I'm not watching it. The news flashes on the screen and my tears still flow but I'm silent as I rock back and forth on my bed.

Then something on the TV catches my attention. It's a news story.
"18 year old Scarlett Jasper was brought home to her family by a family friend Oli Sykes in the early hours of this morning. Oli says he found her on the streets of Stratford when he was there with his friends. Scarlett Jasper is yet to say anything to the police. She was missing for almost a month and nobody had any idea of where she went or what happened. Tomorrow she will be returning to Mark Rutherford School in Bristol".

For a moment it doesn't sink in... Then it does.

Oh my god. She's home again. I know where Mark Rutherford school is! It's just down town about 15 minutes from here! HOLY FUCK! I CAN SEE HER! I CAN HAVE HER BACK! I jump up for my bed and I'm about to pound on the door when something stops me. Mike won't let me go. He'll tell me that him, Patrick or Jack will go and get her. No. I'm going myself. Nobody will stop me any more, I have to do this by myself because Mike will use his 'You're not well' excuse. I know Mike thinks I'm crazy and he doesn't trust me. I'm going. But how do I get out of here? The door is locked. There's only one other way out. The rooftop window. I'm doing it anyway.

I shove open the window with a lot of force, It hasn't been opened for years. Dust falls around me and the beam of moonlight gets brighter as I push it up, forcing it open. I climb onto my small desk with is beneath the window. My feet kick away pens and random stuff on the desk and I hear it crash and tumble to the floor. I don't want Mike to hear and come in...

I lean out of the window and the breeze whips through my chocolate brown, choppy hair. Then with a small struggle I pull myself up and onto the roof. I really have no idea how stable this roof is... it's been standing for years so fuck... It's so cold up here, high up in the wind. It must be about 10 at night and the moon beams down on me as I crawl slowly to the edge of the roof. Then I look down. I must be about 45-50 feet high. How the fuck do I get down. I slip a little and frantically cling back from the un-stable edge. The tiles move and jolt beneath my feet as I cautiously move across them. This is it, I either climb down with great difficultly and most likely talk about 20 minutes to get down (which by that time Mike will probably realise I've gone and come for me) or I just fucking jump. I think I'll go with the second option. I stand up and steady myself as I look down to the ground far below me. At least it's grass not concrete.... I can't believe I'm doing this... Mike is so right to think I'm insane.

But I'm a vampire.
I'll never die.

Then I jump, I fall for a good long 3 seconds until I hit the ground. I land on my feet, I feel pain soar up my legs but it's not too serious actually. Holy shit. I just jumped of a 50 ft roof and now I'm going to find Scarlett. I'm going to bring her home.

Notes

VIC IS GOING FOR HER!!!!!! WOOO!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS FIC BECAUSE IT WILL FINISH IN ABOUT 3 OR 4 CHAPTERS!!! XXXX

(This is kinda more of a band fic than MCR but I really hope it doesn't matter to you ;-;)
Btw my next fan fiction is going to be frerard and it will be hell of a lot more MCR based and probably not have a lot of other characters than the members of MCR. I will give you a short intro in the notes of the next couple chapters.

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