[This is based in 2014]
[Dally POV]
I was standing outside of Buck's bar, smoking a cigarette, it was late. I looked up at the night sky, full of stars and the moon was full. The wind was blowing causing chills to go up my spine. I flicked my cigarette to the ground and put it out with the heel of my boot. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I decided to walk to the Curtis's house, I didn't have anything better to do. I began to walk forward but with every step I took a feeling of panic grew inside. I brushed it off as nothing and kept walking, I pulled out my cell phone and checked the time, it was 1 AM. I slid my phone back into my pocket, continuing my walking.
I stopped for a moment, noticing how eerie this place was, I couldn't see anything. I couldn't take out my contacts because I didn't have my container with me and I didn't plan to just throw them onto the ground. I tried my best to push the eerieness out and kept walking. I had my arms crossed over my chest, trying to block out the world. I heard gravel shift behind me and I quickly turned around.
Nothing...
I took in a shakey breath and watched the trees dance in the wind. I turned forward and continued walking. The panic within me intensified and I was speed walking now, as if that'll help me. I heard rustling beside me and I quickly looked over and stopped walking midstep. I looked into the dark bushes, not seeing anything. I growled at myself, I was being a big baby, I continued walking forward. A few moments passed and my sense of panic shrunk considerably but that was short lived. I heard running footsteps behind me and I quickly turned around. A big man was running at me and I reached for my knife but I had a late reaction.
He tackled me and we fell to the dirt with a loud thud. I yelped in pain but looked up at my attacker; a deep look of insanity on his face. He looked a bit like that boy Ponyboy hangs out with sometimes, what's his name? Jimmy..? or maybe Jeffery? I couldn't think of his name. This guy could've been his twin but 50 times bigger, I tried kicking at him but he wasn't budging.
"I've been huntin' you for a month now, you son of a bitch." he said in an angry tone. I was quietly laying underneath him thinking of how I could get away.
"You were a pretty sly one but..not sly enough." he said lowly to me. I was growling at him like a wild animal, I saw him take his attention off of me to fetch something; I quickly made my move. I buried my fangs into his arm and he screamed and violently pushed me away. I quickly spit his blood out of my mouth, it tasted like pure alcohol. I stood up and turned to run away. He grabbed my ankle and caused me to fall to the ground, I quickly pulled out my knife.
He pulled me up by the back of my shirt and held me there; a deep fire of hatred in his eyes.
"Fuckers like you make me sick!" he yelled and punched me, I almost passed out, my vision blurred for a second.
My vision cleared fast enough for me to see he was about to stab me with a wooden stake. My eyes widened and I threw my arms up and blocked the hit. He growled and pushed me against a tree.
"You know, if you stopped fighting it'd make everything easier." he growled and readied to try again, I was in full panic mode. I took my knife and plunged it deep into his body. I don't know where I stabbed him. I felt his grip leave my shirt. I heard a loud thud and I opened my eyes and quickly wished I haden't. He wasn't moving, in-fact he wasn't breathing. I sat there, completely still, I looked at my right hand. My knife was dripping blood, it was slowly dripping onto my pale hand, it was still warm. I couldn't process what I had done,
"Shit...shit! Oh God!" I yelled, panic washing over me. I was all for beating people up but...but killing them? What have I done? I started running toward the Curtis s, not even bothering to put up my bloodied blade.
I reached the house and basically busted through the front door. The only light in the room was the light coming from the T.V. Ponyboy jumped and quickly looked at me.
"Good God Dally, you scared the shit out of me!" he said and turned on the lamp. I looked at him with a look full of confusion. He glanced at my face then focused on the knife in my hand,
"Dally...is that blood on your hand?" Pony said and I looked at my hand again. As ridiculous as it sounds I wish I had gotten too drunk and decided to stab a ketchup bottle, but that was far from the truth. I slowly nodded as an answer to Pony's question. He got a look of shock on his face.
"Who the Hell did you kill?!" Pony said. I bit my bottom lip,
"H-He was trying to kill me.." I whispered. Pony looked annoyed now "Who was it?" Pony asked a bit sternly. I slowly breathed in and slowly released,
"He w-was a hunter.." I said quietly. "What kind of hunter, Dally?" Pony asked and looked at my knife again,
"Vampire hunter.. he said he'd been huntin' me for a month now.." I said, slightly out of my panic. Pony looked worried now
"V-Vampires?" he said as if it was a foreign word, I nodded. Sodapop came into the room with Steve right behind him,
"You guys are being loud." Soda said looking at me, "Why are you busting in here like that?" Soda asked, Soda was acting weird but he always does when he's starving for blood. He kept glancing at the blood on my hand.
"I wouldn't even think about it Soda, it tastes like alcohol." I said and he groaned.
"Why do you have blood on your hand anyway?" Soda asked and Steve looked at me with curiosity. I gulped, oh God I don't have to say it again, do I?
"He killed a vampire hunter.." Pony said and I let out a sigh of relief. "Why would you do that?" Soda asked and looked at me,
"He was trying to kill me." I said. Soda nodded and sat by Pony on the couch, Steve sat right by him. Darry came into the room now and I groaned to myself, not again.
"What's goin' on in here?" Darry questioned and looked at my hand, he looked them for a moment before looking up at me.
"Before you ask, he killed a vampire hunter...because he was trying to kill him." Soda said sounding a bit annoyed. Darry looked as shocked as Pony was. I walked into the kitchen to the sink, I had to get this blood off. I walked back into the living room, just noticing how much my jaw hurt. I lightly touched it and winced in pain. I heard the front door open and I looked over to see who it was; it was Two-Bit.
"Hey everyone!" Two-Bit said with a smile on his face, I looked him over, he still had that stupid lip ring he claimed was a drunken mistake. He got a look on confusion on his face
"What's wrong with you guys?" he said sitting his bag down. He looked at me "Dally, what happened to your face?" he asked and poked my jaw. I whimpered from the pain but glared at Two-Bit, great now I have to explain it again. Darry intervened thankfully,
"He killed a vampire hunter because he was trying to kill him." Darry said and Two-Bit looked at me.
"Holy shit you killed someone?! Oh my god!" Two-Bit overreacted..I should've known he would. Soda growled under his breath and snapped at Two-Bit
"OH MY GOD, TWO-BIT SHUT UP!" Soda yelled and everyone looked at him in shock. Two-Bit walked over to his bag,
"You're lucky I brought blood this time." Two-Bit said pulling out two tubes of blood. He threw them to Soda
"Anybody else need any?" he asked but no one answered. Two-Bit shrugged and zipped his bag up. Soda had already drank one and started on the second. I sighed and sat on the floor, today has been Hell.
"Okay, let's all leave this alone for a bit, it's really wearing on Dally.." Darry said leaving the room. Steve and Soda soon followed. I fell asleep before Pony and Two-Bit left.