Aight!!

First off, happy Halloween!!

This is a collab with arethmicsalami And he wrote Dallon's pov! So definitely go check it out cause it's absolutely amazing!!! I was so excited to do this!!

Love ya Alex!!! ❤️

TW: blood, death

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The room was loud, and you could hardly hear anything besides the loud music that was playing. Everyone seemed to be having fun though, and it wasn't even because of the party itself. Most were talking, very few actually doing something on the dance floor. The decorations were tacky, colored lights hanging around as well as fake spider webs. A pretty picture to me at least, just a loud scenery.

People's voices rang out around the room, and if you listened hard enough, you could hear snippets of what everyone was saying. I could care less though.

I look around the room, trying to find someone to talk to. Sure I was enjoying it on my own, but it was a bit boring. I really didn't want to be on my own at the moment. That was never fun at a party, now was it?

As I look around more, I see someone pretty tall standing close to the back. He was almost the complete opposite of me. I was almost wearing all black, while he was sporting a white suit. His drink was in his hands, and luckily he was by himself so I could go talk to him.

I quickly make my way across the room, pushing past the bodies that almost seem to mold together. I roll my eyes slightly and shake my head, already being annoying with them and I didn't even know half of them.

Once I made it over to the guy I let out a soft whistle, just being enough to catch his attention. He looks at me in a confused way, seeming to not know if my attention was focused on him or someone else nearby. He points to himself with the hand that's not carrying his drink, and I nod gently, humming a little as I move to be standing right in front of him. I have to look up at him because of our height difference, but I didn't mind. I liked tall guys.

"Hey, how're you?" I ask softly, leaning against the wall beside us. His eyes trailed me for a second and he frowned slightly but shook it off, humming a little as he heard my words.

"I'm fine, what about you..?" He asks, trailing off at the end and I smile slightly.

"Brendon, and I'm pretty good.." I replied, cocking my head slightly, wanting him to do what I had done and tell me his name. He seemed polite, and I liked him so far. He shifts a little in place, bringing his drink up to his lips and he takes a swig of it. I couldn't tell if it was punch or alcohol, most likely punch since he didn't seem like the type to drink anything like that.

"It's Dallon.." he says calmly, and I smile a bit at the sound of his voice. It was almost charming, seductive maybe? Even if he wasn't trying at all. I liked it. Even with the lighting a could tell his eyes were a bright blue, his hair was messy, and he didn't seem too comfortable in his suit since he kept tugging at the sleeves, and messing with the jacket. I felt him though I wasn't too comfortable in mine either.

We made small talk for a while, staying in our little corner in the back of the room, unbothered by others. We had a lot more in common than I had expected, but I wasn't complaining. He had also mentioned how he thought I was cute, it made me blush, but I did enjoy the attention.

"I can go get you more to drink, I wanted to go get one for myself anyways, might as well knock out two birds with one stone, yeah?" I say, smiling up at him. He smiles back and nods slightly, handing his cup over to me.

"Alright, hurry back okay?" Dallon says, and I smile and nod.

"I'll try to, Dall," I reply as I lean up and I kiss his cheek gently before pulling away from him and going over to the table where the punch is. I look around at all the food and the drinks, humming softly. I glance at the cups and smirk slightly, licking my lips a little.

I quickly use the ladle to fill up a cup for myself and then fill up Dallon's cup before I set both down on the table.

I reached into my suit pocket, making sure no one else was around, smirking a bit to myself. I look down at the clear glass bottle, the skull and crossbones being very clear along with the little "A" underneath. I just chuckle and pop the cork, pouring just about all the liquid into the punch bowl. I use the ladle to mix it around before I just let it be.

I knew people would get the rest of the punch. That would slowly but surely take out a lot of the people in the room. Just as I'm about to put the bottle back into my pocket, I hear steps beside me and I tense up.

"Hey there, pretty boy.." the guy beside me says, obviously being heavily intoxicated. Well I found the reason there wasn't anymore alcohol at the table..

I sigh and I turn to look at him, humming a little softly. I try to just pick up our cups so I can go back to Dallon, but the guy grabs my arm, making me yelp a little.

"Where do you think you're going?" The boy asks, and I just roll my eyes, turning and grabbing his arm, yanking him into the nearest room. "Woah, woah, woah there! Where do you think you're taking me, babe?"

I just ignore his input and continue to drag him along. I shove him in an empty room I find and I quickly walk in after him, turning the lights on. I close and lock the door behind me, making sure no one would be able to come in. I turn back to the guy, and he looks at me, a supposed to be sexy smirk on his face yet it just looks downright stupid.

"So why'd you drag me in here, darling?" He asks, taking a step closer to me. I hum and I smirk a tiny bit as he gets closer to me, his arm finding its place around my waist and I just roll my eyes a bit.

"Ah, just to do this, my love," I reply, pulling my knife out of my back pocket. I quickly stab him in the chest, making him gasp and fall backwards. I take the knife out his chest and hum, putting my knife back in my pocket, not even bother cleaning it.

I watch as the guy's button up shirt slowly becomes stained with blood. I walk back to the door and I unlock it, opening it just a bit as I turn and look at the man that was currently bleeding out on the floor. I only watch for a few more seconds before I turn the lights out and walk out the door, calmly going back to the room of the party.

I quickly run over to Dallon, making myself seem scared.

"I'm sorry I took so long, this guy he just.. he tried to touch me.. I mean he was drunk, but still.." I sigh and run a hand through my hair. I look up at Dallon, seeing a worried, but pissed look on his face.

"He tried to touch you? What the fuck?" He says, quickly stepping forward and he looks me up and down, almost making sure that I was okay. I just shake my head and I sigh.

"I'm sorry about the drinks, I tried to get away from him and get them, but he grabbed my arm.. I eventually was able to get away from him though, and I just immediately came back to you," I quickly explained, and I felt him put his hands on my hips, looking down at me. I looked up at him, my heart beating just a little bit quicker.

"C'mon, Bren, let's step out okay? We can go take a breather," he says, and I nod my head.

"I know where we can go, c'mon.." I say, quickly beginning to drag him out of the party. There were noticeably a whole lot less people, and I think Dallon might have noticed it.

I drag him straight past the locked room the guy was still in, and I take him to another one, the first one I find really. I pull him in and I sigh a bit, taking a deep breath as I try to calm myself down even just the slightest. It was all a part of the act really, just keeping this hm long enough to lure Dallon in, and it had been working so far. Just a little longer was all I needed, just to get him completely wrapped around my finger.

"Brendon, are you okay?" He asks and he looks down at me. I nod gently and I look back up at him, stepping forward so that we were just about as close as we were earlier before we had walked out of the party. He wraps his arms around me for a hug, and I hesitantly hug back.

Once we pull away he smiles a little and laughs. "We've only known each other for a few hours and it's already felt like forever.." Dallon says, and he looks down at me.

I nod. "Yeah, I guess we just happened to click.. which I'm not complaining about, I really like you, Dallon."

He nods a bit and he looks around the room, it almost looks like a lounge. I move away and I go and find a chair and I sit down in it, Dallon following my lead. Whenever I look up, I gasp a little since he's stood right in front of me.

He seemed almost distant at that point, like he was making a hard decision in his mind about what he wanted to do next. I hum softly, and he brings his hands up to cup my face, and I continue to look up at him, my breath becoming caught in my throat.

"Dallon.." I murmur, and he looks at me in the eyes.

"Brendon, please don't hate me for this.." he says, his voice only a whisper. The next thing I know, our lips are connected and he's kissing me gently, almost acting as though if he kissed me any harder I would crack and shatter right in front of him.

It takes me a second to compose myself but I kiss back, wrapping one of my arms around his neck to pull him closer since I was still sitting in a chair and he was standing. He had to lean down a lot, but he really didn't seem to mind all that much. We continued to kiss, our movements becoming a bit more passionate as we went along.

At this point I knew I had him wrapped around my finger, and I had to act fast before I let myself regret my goal. I slowly let my eyes open and I shift, reaching into my pocket to pull out my knife again. When I successfully get it out, I shut my eyes as I stick it through his chest, hearing him cry out. He pulls away and stumbles back from me, falling back to the floor. His white suit was turning red around where the knife was, and the minute I saw the blood, almost every single drop of pity I had for him left my body.

I pull myself up off of the chair, and I walk over to him, slipping off my suit jacket. I throw it to the ground, and I just walk over to him, crouching down beside him.

"B-Brendon.. wh-why-.." he starts to say, but I just gently cup his face in my hands, placing a gentle kiss to his forehead, then his lips, making him go quiet.

"Why? Well.. I don't exactly have a purpose, just more of a goal, Dally.." I bring my hand down to the knife, and I take hold of the handle, pulling it out of him at an agonizingly slow pace, something that makes him gasp and cry out a bit again. He was breathing hard, and I knew he wouldn't last long like this.

"Thank you for being so sweet though, you really made this worthwhile.." I say, putting my knife away again and I place my hand against his chest, directly where his stab wound was. I press down on it a bit which makes him whimper in pain and I just kiss him softly again, actually enjoying being able to do it.

I take my hand away and I just chuckle as I see the blood on it, not being phased even the slightest. I hum and stand up completely again, stepping over the man that was bleeding out, yet if I'm being honest I do feel a bit of guilt, though my satisfaction outweighs it.

I just simply sigh and walk to the door, my footsteps echoing through the room. I open the door and I look back at him, licking my lips gently and I chuckle softly. I shut the lights off as I walk out the door, turning to look at Dallon one last time.

"Lights out, baby.." I murmured, smirking a bit as I close the door fully, my footsteps echoing through the hall as I make my way to the nearest exit of the building.