My life is a horror movie [CAELAN]

Blood suckers. Devan's nose slightly wrinkled at the term. Even he didn't like hearing it, though not because it offended him, but instead because it placed even more disturbing images in his head -like leeches or creepy little bugs with hundreds of rows of teeth. He shrugged his shoulders, tensing up at the thought of these things before he shot Caelan a more flustered glance.

"I'm not a damn puppy. I'm the one telling you to wait out side aren't I?" He knew then that he had no other choice but to man the hell up. He shut his door and glanced over at the abandoned bed and breakfast and sighed. He affirmed to himself then that he was going to get this done, this time without completely fucking it all up. At any rate, Caelan was right. The sooner they finished this the sooner they'd be able to go back to the dorms and just relax.

"Fine. Let's get this over with then." He said, glancing over at Caelan to make sure that he was ready, before he stepped towards the front door. It was true that Devan didn't want to strain himself either. The last thing he wanted was to go another few weeks having no choice but to lie in bed all day. It wouldn't help Caelan at all.

He reached out to push the door open, but it was difficult to move, and caused him to use some of his muscle just to get it to open. The bottom of the door scraped against the wood floor, creating an awful noise. Devan cringed and glanced over at Caelan apologetically, knowing that they were supposed to be trying to be as quiet as possible here to give themselves the upper hand. "Sorry.." He whispered, waiting for Cael to enter before walking up to cover his back.

Devan cleared his throat after he raised his head to look up at the banister on the second floor. The stairs looked old and worn, and Devan wasn't so sure they'd be able to hold much weight but there wasn't very many options unless he boosted Caelan up. That however, would require them to split up until Devan could find a way up himself, and he wasn't a fan of that idea. He carefully nudged Caelan in the back to get his attention, then pointed to the stairs with his knife.

"What d'you think? Should we test the stares?" There weren't many rooms or places to hide on the first floor, at least not from what Devan could see, and in truth he really didn't want them to get cornered in the narrow hallways on this floor. He couldn't sense any vampires yet, but it was disturbing enough that it was so quiet to begin with. Devan didn't like this at all. Maybe they should split up...they'd be able to cover more ground quicker.

"Maybe we should split up...I don't like this place, it's fuckin creepy." He complained, raising the hand he'd used to nudge Caelan to rub the knots out of his shoulder. It wasn't working, but the tenseness in his limbs only proved that he was stressed as hell. It was even darker inside than it was out. The sun setting in the horizon only peeked through slits in the boarded windows, and the whole place was coated in thick layers of dust that made it seem as if the building was wearing a mask. It was threatening Devan to sneeze, but he held it in for the sake of not pissing Caelan off by making more noise.

He noticed that Caelan was spacing out, and it did worry him. He wondered if he was nervous due to what had happened the last time they'd done this, though of course Devan had no idea that Cael had been trying to hunt down that noble that had attacked them before. He watched the boy carefully, trying to read his body language and the manner in which he spoke, but Devan couldn't find anything too bizarre. He exhaled deeply through his nose, and softened the slight furrow in his brow.

"Okay." He said, accepting their formulated plan, even though it still scared him that Caelan would be going on his own. "If anything happens, just yell." He didn't care if it ruined their cover, if something happened to Cael he would need to know so he could run to help. Devan glanced past Cae and over at the stairs. He just wanted to get the hell out of here, and despite his apprehension of letting Caelan wander off without him he gestured for him to go ahead.

"If I don't find anything, I'll be upstairs to find you." He kept his voice low as he spoke, but he waited for the shorter male to respond to him before returning his attention to the hall just passed the front desk area in the lobby, where they currently stood. 'Let's make this quick.' He said to himself whilst taking his first step forward. The wood beneath his sneakers creaked slightly, prompting him to step lightly. 'How old is this place?' It looked like it should have been demolished years ago. Even the wallpaper was rotting off of the walls.

Devan swallowed hard as he maneuvered further down the hall. At the end it appeared that there was a kitchen. He could see parts of the counter tops and what looked like a fridge. He decided he'd start there then make his way back. This wouldn't take him very long, or so he hoped. The first floor appeared to mostly be for entertainment purposes than anything else.

'This isn't a horror movie...you have weapons. Vampires aren't scary.'

He was walking so desperately slow. He told himself it was because he had to be stealthy, but mostly it was because he was terrified. What if this place was haunted? Devan considered it and it only made him all the more paranoid. He was on edge, and being hypersensitive to every little noise. It was no surprise then that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the sound of footsteps running behind him from one room to the next.

Devan gasped sharply, and turned to look behind him. There was nothing there, but knowing this didn't make him feel better. "Caelan?" He whispered quietly, just to make sure his partner hadn't come down the stairs. If that guy was messing with him at a time like this he was so dead. Though not a single voice answered him in return, and even a few seconds later he was met with nothing but silence, so he continued forward on his way to the kitchen.

'Tch, ghosts aren't real anyways. Only in the movies...Only in the movies' Devan stepped closer to the wall to his right, wanting to make sure that his back was at least somewhat covered while he peeked inside the opened door to the kitchen. Still, he didn't hear or see anything. This brought much relief to him, despite how he should have been more worried for Cael. Whatever the case there was no way in hell he was staying down here any longer. The two could search the rest of the building together, Devan wasn't doing this alone anymore.

He turned back to head towards the lobby and the stairs, however, as he pivoted on his heel he stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at the figure before him. Startled at first, Devan didn't say a word. His heart had lurched out of his chest, but once he registered the size of the person he realized it wasn't more than a little boy. He looked a little dirty, but like he definitely didn't belong here. Without knowing what else to do, Devan sheathed his knife so as not to scare the kid, and calmly cleared his throat.

"Hey kiddo. What're you doing here huh?" He inquired smoothly, raising his hands in the air to show that he meant no harm. "Are you lost?" Devan was a complete moron. He was so scared, so mentally out of it, that he didn't even notice what this kid was. However, he didn't entirely lower his guard. He didn't feel right still, and because of his he made a mental note of both the gun behind him and the knife he'd put away.

Devan took a slow step towards the little boy. He was trying to rationalize why a child would be in a place like this without drawing to conclusions, but his smooth mind set went right out the front door when he heard the scream of his best friend coming from above him. The thud that reverberated off of the floor a few seconds later sent chills up his spine, and his eyes grew wide from the fear and panic alone.

"Caelan!!" Devan would have ran back to the lobby and the stairs, but the second he had taken his attention off of the little boy he was quickly being attacked by him. Devan stumbled as the child went at him teeth barred, but managed to keep himself standing by having his own weight as an advantage. However, his didn't last long while he attempted to reach for the knife sheathed at his side.

Devan growled from the pain in his shoulder blades as they hit the hard wood floor, but he had no time to complain. The little boy was on top of him, his fangs were extended and he was attempting to go at his throat like a wild animal. It was sad beyond belief to witness such a young thing with complete loss of his humanity, but Devan had to remind himself that this boy was no longer what he once was. He heard Caelan scream again, and his heart clawed as his chest as if to attempt to jump out. He was terrified. "CALLY!" He screamed after him, hoping that he was okay, and in addition trying to let him know that he was on his way at least.

Devan's breathes were panicked and short as he held out his left forearm to keep the boy at a distance from his throat, all the while he arched his back and strained his limbs to try and reach for his gun. The knife wouldn't do a thing, and he had to hurry before something happened to Caelan. Grinding down on his teeth he groaned from the struggle it took just to get his gun out, but once he had it released he quickly aimed it at the boy's head and popped off. Dust and ash feathered into the air, after a sharp scream entered the lobby.

He pushed himself up, unsteady at first from the shock of what he'd just done, it took him quite a bit of effort just to make it to the stairs. He ran up them, forgetting that he'd already noted how many of them were rotted, and while he was half way his foot cracked the wood and fell through. Sharp splintered wood cut down his legs, and caused him to bleed. It hurt like hell initially, but as he tried to pull his leg back out it hurt even worse. Still, he could hear Caelan struggling, it was enough to force himself to push his limits.

He growled in pain as he harshly lifted his leg out from the broken step, and even though he was injured he didn't waste any time getting to the location of all of the noise. He ran down the hall, and once he'd found the room Caelan was in, he knocked the door in hard. It banged against the wall, but before it could swing back Devan stood in it's way and raised his gun. He fired twice at the vampire, missing the first, but as it lifted it's head, mouth dripping with Caelan's blood, he fired in it's face and he too turned into nothing but dust. "Holy shit.."

His voice was raspy and shaken as he leaned against the door. Devan pushed off of it a moment later though, and tucked his gun away as he stumbled over to Caelan. "Hey..You okay?" He dropped to his knees once he was beside the boy, and reached out to check the bite to see how bad a mark was left. When he saw the damage he looked horrified. "Jesus Christ." Level E's didn't feed like normal vampires. They were blood thirsty in every sense of the word. They practically tore flesh apart. Caelan looked like he'd been shot with a small shotgun.

He was scared, but not because of the house any longer. Caelan was bleeding really badly, the wound didn't look pleasant, and even as Cae spoke he swallowed hard and tried not to touch it himself. At least the boy was conscious. Devan would have felt far more panicked if he hadn't been. "I'm fine Caelan, but your not." He stated firmly, brushing off the fact that his friend pointed out his own injuries. Devan's paled in comparison.

For him to laugh, it must mean that he was feeling so much pain that Caelan was becoming delirious, or that his adrenaline had kicked and he wasn't feeling it. Whatever the case they needed to get out of here. Once they got to the school, the doctor in the infirmary would be able to take care of him. Devan grabbed Caelan's hand, and pulled it away from the wound with a slight furrow in his brow. "Don't touch it." He demanded, swallowing hard again, though the scent of blood in the air was making even him sick.


"We've gotta get the hell out of here. Come on, sit up." Even as he said this he was already tugging on the boy's arm to get him to sit up off of the floor. Devan's weapons were already holstered, and as he glanced over at the gun that Caelan had dropped he reached over to take it too -sighing low under his breath. If he hadn't dropped it...Devan couldn't blame Caelan for panicking. He had freaked too but, at least they had each other's back.

Before Caelan could protest, he scooped his arms under his legs and across his back and lifted him up from the floor. It was difficult to keep himself steady at first, and he had to close his eyes to stifle the pain in his leg, but once he felt he had his movements under control he turned towards the door and slowly began to move towards it. "Try to stay awake. If you bleed out I swear I'll kill you."