Brendon strained his ears for that familiar heartbeat to no avail. He couldn't be dead. Dallon was strong for a human. He had been through too much to be taken out now.
He had left Pete in the dust, unintentionally. He was just worried for the human. Revenants didn't come for no reason.
Brendon whistled, hoping to draw the human out. His scent was here, but Brendon couldn't pinpoint it. All these centuries, and Brendon couldn't exactly track the human. He felt pathetic.
"Fake ID!" Brendon hissed, closing his eyes to listen for the heartbeat again. "Just give me a sign..."
"Here..."
Brendon's eyes shot open at the faint sound of Dallon's voice. He let out a low growl, freezing where he stood.
"Brendon, I'd hurry up."
That voice was someone else. It was a soft male voice, but it wasn't Dallon. Brendon turned to his side, beginning to pick up on a faint heartbeat. He hurried in that direction, ripping a door off its hinges to get inside the space he knew Dallon was in. He didn't have to go much further to find him.
Dallon was standing in a relaxed pose, holding a knife in his hand over his stomach. He was looking in a fixed direction, which just so happened to be a slim figure with a wicked grin.
"Hello, Brendon." The figure taunted while staring into Dallon's eyes, "Dallon, say hello."
"Hello..." Dallon repeated in an airy tone.
"What the fuck is this?" Brendon growled, his pose tensing as he looked between Dallon and the vampire controlling him. He lurched forward, but the other vampire held up a finger. As he did, Dallon brought the knife closer to his gut.
"I wouldn't, Brendon..." The other vampire laughed, "He's still mortal... He also revealed how you'd hate to change him..."
"What do you want you miserable mother of fuck?" Brendon boomed, freezing where he stood. He felt his blood boil with hatred at the creature across the room.
"Oh, clever insult, it really stings." The creature rolled his eyes, "Not nearly as much as when I lost someone to your kind, but you know."
"I don't know who you're talking about." Brendon said, lowly, trying to hide the growl building inside his chest. "But Dallon has no part of it!"
"No, but you were a big part of my life when you hid the child of his murderer." The figure grinned, wickedly.
"You were hunting Ryro?" Brendon let out his growl, bawling his fists at his sides.
The figure nodded. "Tyler Joseph. Remember the name... Too bad Dallon won't."
Dallon clenched the knife tightly in his hand. Slowly, he brought his other hand to grip the knife. He couldn't stop himself. Tyler was too powerful.
"NO!" Brendon yelled, rushing over to where Dallon stood.
Tyler just nodded, not breaking eye contact with Dallon. Dallon nodded slightly, tightening his grip on the knife. Before Brendon could get to him, Dallon plunged the knife into his stomach with a low groan, bending forward with the blow.
Tyler chose that moment to break eye contact, using this opportunity to flee the area as Brendon skidded to catch Dallon before he fell to the floor.
"Nononononono..." Brendon shook his head, carefully guiding Dallon to the ground. "Dal, you can't...No, please..."
Dallon coughed, shuddering against Brendon's arms. "Why do I hurt?.." He asked, still clutching the knife that was dug into his gut. "Brendon?.."
"Shush, it's okay. You'll be okay!" Brendon assured the taller boy. He pushed Dallon's hair back as he quickly scanned over his face, "Just stay with me..."
