Till Death Do Us Part.

Hunting in someone else's territory was never a good idea. Though Frank rarely had any problems with anyone coming around to his, it did happen every so often and that was why he was where he was now. When he'd seen the three other vampires, walking like they owned the place no less, he confronted them immediately and let them know that they were in his territory and needed to leave immediately. They seemed to think that that was funny, and so he went to plan B which was to kick their asses because that was obviously the next best thing. Now Frank could take one person easily, but three? He didn't have much of a chance honestly, since as soon as he went after one the other two were on him. He was on the ground before he knew it with six hands clawing at him and three sets of fangs all over, sometimes just leaving holes to make him bleed and other times ripping away bites of flesh and meat from his throat mostly. They only stopped when he got too weak to fight back and stopped moving, leaving Frank with a few hard kicks to his sides for good measure.

He stayed where they left him, too exhausted and in too much pain to want to try to move. Frank was just glad that they only wanted to hurt him and not kill him, because even though he was losing a lot of blood he knew that in a matter of hours he would be right as rain. But because he had lost so much, he'd need to somehow in his current state find more before he could do that. And with the other vampires still in the area more likely than not, he decided that it would be better to wait a while just in case he came across them again and they decided they actually did want him dead.

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Bash exited the building to feel the cool breeze of the night brush against his cheeks. It was way too stuffy for him in there, considering hundreds of people were crammed inside. The thump of the music still rang inside of his head. He had only stayed for a drink or two before deciding to return home. The party scene was not for Bash, but one of his friends had dragged him over promising that it would be fun. Well, that was a complete lie. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he walked over to side of the rode and stuck his hand out to hail a taxi. That was when a groan echoed from the alleyway. "What the..?" He grumbled, trailing off in confusion. At first, Bash thought he was hearing things, or, perhaps, the alcohol was starting to get to him. He was a lightweight after all. The same noise followed a few moments later, startling him once more.

Glancing over his shoulder, he gave out a sigh while his breath dissipated right before his eyes. He slowly began to make his way over to the origin of the noise, silently praying that he was not about to be mugged. Bash took a few self-defense classes throughout his lifetime. It was enough to protect himself from one attacker. "Hello?" He called out into the darkness, squinting his eyes to see. The moan only began to increase in volume, and Bash followed the sound until coming upon another person slumped over the side of a dumpster. He was in pretty horrible shape. There was so much blood. "Oh my god. Holy crap," He exclaimed, fumbling around for his cell phone. "I'm going to call 911. Don't you worry. You're going to be fine," He rambled in hopes of reassuring the person though things did not seem promising.

Frank felt, and was honestly, pitiful when he finally tried to pick himself up again. He wasn't able to contain some of the noises, grunts and groans mostly, that he made in both pain and frustration because of the pain. It had been forever since he'd ever felt anything remotely close to what this felt like, and for the couple seconds he was able to think about it he was really glad he didn't remember it before. He decided he'd try to go long enough after this to forget this time too. The vampire was wobbly as he tried to stand up, his ribs aching and he briefly thought about how they were probably broken with how hard he'd been kicked. He took a couple steps and fell again, trying to catch his breath as he leaned up against the dumpster. Frank was trying to build up the courage and or strength to try to get up again when he heard a voice. At first he was worried that it was the others again back again but it sounded much too concerned, and when he looked up he saw that it definitely wasn't them but just a human instead.

When he said he was going to call 911 Frank panicked a little and tried to get up again giving a, "No!" as he did. He managed to kind of climb himself up and lean against the dumpster now. "No," he repeated again a little more calmly this time, "That's not necessary, I'm fine, I'll be fine, okay?" he promised in hopes of changing the kid's mind.

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Already typing in the number nine, Bash paused with an eyebrow raised at the other boy. "What do you mean you're fine?!" He exclaimed, taking in the sight of his organs practically spilling from his body. "Y-You're not going to be fine, especially if you don't go to a hospital. You can actually die!" He continued on. This guy must have had a dying wish or something. Perhaps a chunk of his brain had gone missing in the process. "Seriously, you need a hospital," He stated once more. Bash was completely shocked that the boy had even been able to stand up and lean against the side of the dumpster. "How are you even?" He questioned, dropping the phone back down to his side in shock. No human would be able to do that with losing so much blood and probably some vital organs along the way. "You can't be human," He mumbled, half joking. Although a part of him said otherwise.

"No, no hospital." Frank argued, attempting to stand up just a little better. He couldn't imagine what doctors and nurses or whoever might do when they checked his pulse and found nothing. Probably not anything good though, and he was fine. Well, he would be anyhow. Frank just smiled at the other's following comments but didn't respond, since confirming that he indeed wasn't human at all might not be the best idea. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to walk yet since he still needed the dumpster for support and he guessed he did might actually need some kind of help from him. So that could wait until later. "Can you just. Can you help me get back home maybe?" Frank requested. That was all he wanted right now, to get back home where he felt safer and could sleep it he wanted to in hopes of waking up and being healed again.

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Bash chewed lightly on his lip, conflicted as to what to do. If he was sure that he was going to be alright.. "Are you sure?" He asked once more, tucking his phone back into his pocket. Maybe there was a reason why the boy did not want the hospital. "Okay, where is home then?" He questioned while stepping a little closer to offer assistance. The poor guy was already limping and struggling enough as it was. "Here," He mumbled, taking the boy's arm and wrapping it around his shoulder. Bash was sure that his shirt was stained from all of the blood and the smell of the blood was horrific. He hoped that this was the right decision to make. "We can't call a taxi cause you'll bleed all over the seat," He sighed, frowning slightly to himself. How would he be able to get him home?

Frank nodded his assurance, relieved that he wasn't pressing on and still trying to get him go to to the hospital instead. He replied a, "Thanks." then as he came to help, leaning onto him instead of the dumpster. The man tried not to lean on him too much, worried about being too heavy or pushing him over or something, but he could only stand on his own so much. "That's alright, homes not that far away. We should be okay walking I think." he said, as he took an experimental step forward. It would be a slow process probably but they'd make it sooner or later. Hopefully sooner. "We're going to go left out of this alley and then it's pretty much a straight shot there."

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Bash staggered slightly as he felt the weight of the man against him. "O-Okay, just tell me what direction to take," He stated, exiting the alleyway. Looking left and right, he turned to the left and began to walk. Bash only hoped that the man would make it all the way home before passing out from a lack of blood. Luckily, since the sun had set, it looked as though the man was merely drunk. "Um, what happened to you?" He asked. They could always find the police and figure out how to get these people arrested.

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