Bands and Blood

I twisted my sneaker's shoelace around my index finger as we were resting backstage. We had won another competition round and so did another seven bands, including Bad Blood.
"Hey you guys," I started, staring at the ground.
"What?," Bob grunted, pushing Mikey off him. Bob and Ray were sitting on a beat-up sofa and Mikey was sitting on Bob's lap.
"The other band, which won, Bad Blood, they sc-" I said.
"Scare the living shit outta ya?," Ray asked, cutting me short. I nodded.
"They're so weird," I shrugged. Frank was about to say something when the band walked backstage.
"Hey there! We were looking for you guys," a blonde smiled.
"We wanted to introduce ourselves," a brunette said.
"I'm Jackson, vocals, that's Tim, bass, Devon, lead guitarist and Nicky, the drummer," the blonde said, pointing at a black haired boy, the brunette and what seemed to be Tim's twin.
"Oh yeah, Gerard, Nicky is Tim's twin," Jackson laughed. How did he know what I was thinking about? And most importantly, how did he know my name?
"We saw them when we were signing up. Frank, Bob, Michael and Ray?," Devon nodded at the guys.
"Call me Mikey," Mikey squeaked.
"So, I noticed you had a sick drum kit, Bob," Nicky air drummed, knocking Bob out of his trance-like situation.
"Um, yeah. I guess. You wanna see it?," he asked. Nicky's somewhat golden eyes shone bright. "Sure!"
Nicky led the group towards the curtains which hid our instruments and motioned towards us.
"Come on, boys," he smiled enthusiastically. We all got up and followed them, my stomach doing backflips because of nervousness.
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"Where are we?," Frank groaned. We had woken up in a dark alley, and we didn't even know how we got here. It was dark and noisy, being typical New York. Mikey whimpered while leaning against a trash can and Bob rushed to him.
"Are you okay?," he asked as Mikey held out his arm. "SHIT," he gasped and we gathered around. On Mikey's arm, surrounded by dark blue veins, was two medium-sized holes. We instantly checked our arms but found nothing. Frank rubbed his neck and cursed in pain. Bob found his mark on his leg, Ray's was on his shoulder while mine was on my wrist.
"What the fuck are these things?," Frank growled, covering the marks.
"THEY'RE FREAKING VAMPIRE BITES! I TOLD YOU THEY WERE VAMPIRES!," Mikey shouted, staring at me.
"VAMPIRES DON'T EXIST, TURDHEAD," Frank scowled.
"HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THE BITE MARKS, YOU DICK?," Mikey shouted back.
"STOP SHOUTING!," Ray shouted, shutting Mikey and Frank up.
"We were last seen with Jackson and his gang," I said calmly.
"Wrong. We were alone, all nine of us," Bob said, sitting down.
"Okay, okay, whatever. How did we get here?," Ray asked.
"They knocked us out and dragged us here. Then, they bit us. Just like in the Blood Ties comic," Mikey whispered, and Frank rolled his eyes.
"I'm done with you," Frank whispered.
"Okay, I think we should get back to Leon's," I said.
Everyone stood up and we started our slow and painful journey back.

Notes

First of all, my apologies if the amount of dialogue bored you to tears. Secondly, excuse my language. And thirdly, I've decided that the boys aren't going to have a great time after getting these 'marks'.

REMINDER : Blood Ties, the comic mentioned by Mikey, doesn't exist, so don't try to search it out.

Hope you guys liked this chapter!