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Ryan ross died the summer of 71.
He was 19 with knobby knees and wide eyes and this ugly thing still left in his chest called hope. Ryan didn’t have that anymore, he was pretty sure the last of it was snuffed out in ‘86.
He met brendon urie outside a bar in mid June, he was the most beautiful man Ryan had ever seen. Dark hair, cold eyes, a cigarette on his lips. His hair was slicked back and the beat up leather jacket he wore looked older than he was.
“You from around here?” He asked Ryan
Ryan stuttered out a ‘yeah?’ And brendon smiled, flashing his too-sharp teeth.
“I’m from Oklahoma” he said
“What’s that like?” Ryan had asked and then kicked himself for asking such a dumb question
Brendon kind of laughed “oh, it’s fuckin boring out there. I like Nevada much better”
“Did you just..move in around here?” Another dumb fucking question.
“Oh, no. Me and my friends, we’re just passing through. Oh we’re having a party later, if you wanted to join us”
And of course Ryan ross did, he was already in love before brendon even opened his mouth.
It would be the first of many many parties. Brendon always knew where the people were, house parties, bars, clubs, empty lots, Ryan followed him to every single one and there was always another lined up. It seemed There were always more people to meet and more bathrooms to puke in. The best part of all? Brendon seemed to like him. To really really like him. And that was quite a first for Ryan ross.
Him and Brendon talked about everything, by the end of things he was quite confident that brendon knew more about ryan ross than ryan ross did. He knew What it was like to run away, he knew the way his father drank, he knew about the boy Ryan kissed when he was 13. Brendon knew it all.
This went on for maybe a month. A glorious glorious month. And then brendon decided to murder him.
It was late July, the desert was hot in more ways than one. A house party with all of Brendon’s weird friends had stretched into the early hours of the morning. Ryan was sitting on a staircase chain smoking well he watched a blonde girl with beautiful eyes get into a fist fight. Normally brendon practically force fed him drinks but tonight..tonight there was nothing. Brendon had wandered away into the sea of teenagers maybe an hour ago and Ryan had been sitting on the stairs since.
When brendon returned he was not, as Ryan had so hoped, carrying a beer. Brendon wasn’t carrying anything at all, he was just kind of looking at Ryan and smiling , smiling his too-sharp teeth.
“Brennnnn” Ryan whined “I need something to drink”
Brendon rolled his eyes “I’m trying to save your liver here, you should be thanking me. Now c’mon, I need some air”
“What-? But-“ but brendon was already grabbing Ryan’s hand and dragging him out the front door. That shut Ryan but pretty sufficiently, being touched by brendon. The night air was cool on Ryan’s skin as they stepped out onto the porch. Ryan stared at the night sky, an endless expanse of nothing. He couldn't help but think It was just him and Brendon standing alone in an inconceivably big universe.
“Ry?” brendon asked
Ryan turned and looked at him. His slicked back hair, his dark eyes, his too-wide smile, his too-sharp teeth.
Brendon reached out and cupped Ryan's face. Ryan froze. It was happening, it was finally happening-
And then Brendon sunk his too-sharp teeth into Ryan's neck.
Ryan didn't remember much after that, a shock of pain shot through him and then he supposed he must have passed out.
He woke up somewhere dark..somewhere cold..why was he so cold? He tried his best to open his eyes but his body felt numb. He groaned, geez everything hurt.
“Brendon, your pet is awake”
Ryan felt cold hands brushing the bangs from his face “open your eyes, baby” he heard brendon say. That broke whatever spell had fallen over him and he did what brendon said.
Ryan was laying on the concrete floor of what must have been, based on the ceiling, some kind of warehouse. There were two figures, one was kneeling next to him and he recognized quickly as brendon, the other though..
He was a tall man, thin, far too thin, with long dark brown hair and dead eyes just like Brendon's. Ryan tried to sit up but brendon was quick to discourage this, placing a hand on Ryan's shoulder.
“You gotta stay put for a bit, okay? Your not quite dead yet”
“Bren..whats..”
“He has to feed” the long haired man said to brendon
Ryan would agree with that, he hadn't quite noticed until it was pointed out but he was so very hungry suddenly. He tried to keep his eyes focused on brendon but his vision was blurred and his head was pounding in his skull. He wondered how long it would take to die.
Brendon set something next to him, a person, he realized vaguely. The blonde woman from the party. She looked blue now, and still. Too still. He felt his breathing hitch. “Brendon..” he said “brendon”
Brendon cupped his face “open your mouth, ry”
Ryan started to sob. Oh, Brendon was killing him. Brendon had killed this girl and Ryan was next. Ryan was going to die. Oh oh oh it was all hitting him now.
“I said open, Ryan. Open.”
Hesitantly, Ryan did so. He was kind of shaking, awaiting whatever was going to happen.
Brendon held the dead girls wrist to Ryan’s mouth “eat” he instructed.
Horror filled Ryan. Eat. A very simple command. He shook his head, attempting feebly to turn away.
Brendon held his head in place, sighing in exasperation “aren’t you hungry baby? C’mon, just a little”
He was so very very hungry. “no” he tried to say but it came out as more of a garbled whine
Brendon was very close to Ryan’s face all of a sudden. His cold eyes pierced Ryan. “I’m not gonna tell you again, ry. you Eat or I make you Eat.”
So Ryan ate.
Her blood tasted rotten, Like metal and mold. He felt the bile creep up his throat as he countied to drink. Brendon was unrelenting, even as ryan gagged on the blood that was now covering his face and clothes.
Finally, finally, after an agonizing eternity, Brendon released him. He pet ryan’s hair, clearly some attempt to comfort him.
Ryan managed to actually sit up just in time to vomit up the contents of his stomach. He heaved a couple more time before letting out another sob.
“God- your wasting your dinner, ry”
Ryan passed out again after that.
This repeated a few times. Ryan would wake up, brendon would hold the woman's wrist to his mouth, Ryan would slip back into unconsciousness.
Finally though, when Ryan woke up this time instead of the blood in his mouth he was met with Brendon’s hands pulling him up off the floor. He tried to mumble out a response but his throat was far too dry.
“Were leaving in a few, you gotta get changed”
Ryan blinked slowly, trying to keep himself from falling over “..thought..you were gonna kill me..”
Brendon laughed “baby, I did. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up”
He gently explained to Ryan what it all meant as he helped Ryan change into clothes that weren’t covered in blood or vomit. In other circumstances this probably would have flustered Ryan but right now his head was pounding too much for him to even think of that.
A vampire, that’s what brendon said he was. That’s what he had turned Ryan into. He ran his tongue over his new sharp canines as brendon helped him button up the paisley print shirt that he had picked out for him.
“-and you’ll live forever now, isn’t that groovy?”
Ryan risked a look at brendon “..why’d you pick me?”
“Huh?”
“To..do this to”
Brendon cupped Ryan’s cheek “baby, it’s cause I love you. Now we can be together, together forever”
Love. Love. Love. No one had ever loved Ryan Ross before. He wasn’t even confident that anyone had ever even tried. “Oh”
Brendon smiled, it was gentler this time. Genuine, Ryan thought. A fuzzy feeling filled his head as he looked at brendon
Ryan smiled back despite himself.
They left Vegas the next morning, Ryan, Brendon, and the rest of their gang which Brendon referred to as the dandies. it consisted of three others besides him (and now Ryan too, he supposed.)
Spencer was Brendon’s old friend from back before he got turned, he was kind of chubby and had shaggy dark hair. He was definitely the nicest, a rather nervous type who never strayed too far from the others.
Then there was gabe. Gabe was very tall and dressed in modern-ish clothes, he had brown curly hair and didn’t like Ryan from the moment he met him.
Finally, of course, William. The long haired man that had watched Ryan drink the blood of that poor woman. William was wire thin and the leader of their group. He was cold, in personality and in body temperature and He didn’t seem too pleased with Ryan’s presence either.
Ryan was happy to be rid of Vegas, it’s not like anyone would miss him anyway. His father was his only family and they hadn’t seen each other since Ryan was 16. That was the time his father hit him hard enough to break a rib. Ryan had left that night. Living forever didn’t sound so bad, and being loved actually sounded pretty nice.