"Pete, you didn't have to walk me home. You of all people know I have my switchblade on my person at all times"

"Yeah, but there's been a large number of child abductions in your neighborhood recently." Pete explained to the younger as he shortly paused to take a drag from the cigarette in his hand. "Me, Michael, and Henrietta have all agreed that one of us would have to be with you at all times after sundown. We just don't want our most non-conformist member being taken by any of those Britney and Justin wannabes."

"I know, but it's still demeaning." Firkle grumbled. He crossed his arms and gave a bit of a pout.

The two of them rounded a corner, but before any other conversation could be stirred up, they met an unpleasant sight.

"Ugh, Vamps." Pete sneered in disgust. He kept his voice low to avoid attracting their attention. The less he had to deal with them - and all conformists, really - the better.

"I know." Firkle agreed; eyeing on the two almost-translucent pale teens mere feet from them in repulsion. "I should have warned you; I live near Vamp kid territory. I see at least two of them a night on my walks home."

"Let's just go the long way then."

Liking the idea, the two turned and headed down the opposite street - fully intending to just get as far away from those poser vampires as possible. After about three and a half blocks, the two then made a left, but to their surprise, two more vamp kids were seen nonchalantly talking near a street-light.

"Damn, they're like roaches." Pete observed with a glare. He rolled his eyes at them, then muttered to Firkle, "Looks like we have to go through."

Neither of them really wanting to do it, Pete and Firkle then continued walking down the street, and soon enough, were calmly passing the two Vamps.

However, both noted something rather bizarre.

The contact-colored red eyes of both Vamps seemed to follow them as they went by, and even as they made their way down the street, both swore they heard barely noticeable footsteps that were trailing behind them - their suspicions being confirmed when both quickly glanced behind them to find the two posers they had passed earlier following them at a relatively close distance.

"...Pete, this is getting creepy." Firkle whispered to the other.

"You're telling me." Pete whispered back. "I mean, these posers have always been annoying, but this is a whole new level of weird; even for them."

Wanting to try and shake their pursuers, the boys then picked up pace only to find the people behind them matching it. The two then tried walking down random streets in an attempt to throw the following vamps off, but nothing seemed to shake the persistence pair. Although, it wasn't until Pete had them take a wrong turn into an abandoned alleyway that either of them acknowledged their vampiric stalkers.

"Would you posers just fuck off already?" Firkle exclaimed, whipping around and reaching for the switchblade in his backpack.

"My, my, what foul language." the vamp girl with silver hair said in a playful and taunting tone. "I suggest you learn to control your tongue Goth; our leader just hates potty mouths."

"Why the Hell would we care what fucking Vamp-Queer thinks of us anyway." Pete hissed - making a point to swear again just to spite the girl.

"Yeah, we're not scared of that faggy poser." Firkle added.

"You two just don't get it, do you?" the boy spoke up; mouth curling into a wide enough smirk where his fake fangs showed through. "Vampir has requested both of your presences. We were simply sent as the collectors."

"Okay, I don't know what sort of shit you've been smoking, but me and Firkle aren't going anywhere with you conformists."

"Is that so?" the girl asked with a Cheshire-Cat like smile. "Well, who says you get a choice?"

"I do." Pete said firmly. "Now I've had just about enough of this bullshit. Come on Firkle, let's-" The Goth then grabbed down to where Firkle's small hand hand should be, only air. He then looks down, and to his dismay finds that his young companion had vanished into thin air. "What the- Firkle?!"

"Now you see how serious we are." The boy spoke up.

"That's right, and since we have your little friend now, there's no reason not to comply with us," the girl continued. "Just come quietly and things won't have to get messy."

"What the fuck have you conformist vampire posers done with Firkle?!" Pete yelled at the two, not even giving any attention to their words. "I swear to god if you hurt a single hair on his head, I will hunt you down, and skin you both alive!"

"Such defiance," the boy said before tsking. "Looks like he's all yours, fellas."

Pete heard something rustle behind him, but just as he was about to whip around, two other Vamps that had been waiting in the shadows of the alley tackled him to the ground. The one that pinned down his upper body then took out a syringe of clear liquid, and stabbed it mercilessly into the Goth's neck.

The drug took effect in seconds, and Pete's whole world became consumed in a sea of blackness - the image of the four vampires looming over him the last thing he saw before going into a deep state of unconsciousness.