sharpen your teeth and bite your tongue

Prologue

The young man, about seventeen, sloshed through puddles of rainwater collected on the sidewalk. He was in a hurry to get home - he'd missed his bus, and was in the wrong part of town. Guys like him went missing here sometimes. No sooner had that thought cemented itself in his mind, he was approached by two other men around his age coming from the opposite end of the sidewalk. He quickened his pace as he smelled their telltale scent.

"Hey, sorry, did you drop this?" A British-accented voice caught his attention as he turned. He immediately noticed that it was in fact his wallet clutched in the hand of one of the men - tall, tattooed, hair straight and bangs gathered in a fringe to one side. He nodded and reached for the wallet, making eye contact with the man, and realizing a second too late what a bad idea that was.

He felt himself falling into a trancelike state where he was still conscious, but not in full control over his body. He screamed at himself to stop as he watched the man grab his wrist and pull him into the garage they stood next to, the other man he was with pushing him along. He broke out of his trance when eye contact with the tattooed man broke, immediately struggling and trying to break his grip on his wrist to no avail. The tattooed man simply slapped his hand over his mouth and continued to drag him along.

Waking up in a garage wasn't the thing he'd expected. Neither was being cuffed tightly to a table, limbs spread to the corners. He jerked at his binds. The room reeked of vampire. He snapped his head around to catch a glimpse of one, two, three, four, and then five cloaked and hooded figures standing around the table. His breathing quickened as he smelled vampire and realized what was going on.

"What the fuck!?" He shouted. The vampire standing at the head of the table, right behind his head, he noticed was wearing a mask - pure gold with black tears spilling out of one eye. Upside down, they were even more unnerving. He watched as they pulled their mask off with a smile. Under the mask was the familiar face of the tattooed man who had kidnapped him earlier.

"Don't be afraid to be scared," he said softly, taunting him. "It's all going to be alright," he whispered, leaning down to get close to his ear. The cuffed man started yelling for someone to help him, anyone, but under his shouting he started to hear ominous chanting. He stopped and heard the flick of a lighter and smelled a candle being lit.

"Are you people fucking sacrificing me?!" He shouted, fear in his voice. The tattooed man gave him a sickly sweet smile.

"Not exactly," he purred, as he trailed his lips down the man's jaw and stopped at a spot on his neck. The man saw the two neat holes in his neck, covered by one of many tattoos. He snapped his eyes shut and whimpered, tilting his head as far as he could to avoid being bitten. He felt two fangs pricking his neck before he was engulfed in white-hot pain. He felt his jugular vein punctured and felt the blood being sucked out of him. As his vision went black, he felt the man rip out a chunk of his neck before feeling teeth all over his neck and shoulders. He slipped into nothingness.