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And finally, the actual proper starting... thing.
Okay, I say finally, but I totally just posted the first chapter five minutes ago XD Reviews, pretty please?
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He could feel the sun's warm rays flashing in on his back and Brendon groaned. He hated sunlight. It didn't kill him; oh, no, vampires could travel around in the day quite easily. It was just the feeling. Sunlight was that little itch he couldn't reach, and it never failed to piss him off.
'Wake up, sleepy head! It's time for rehearsals.'
That voice, however-man, that voice could never annoy Brendon.
'M'coming, Ryan. M'coming.'

And he so was. It wasn't his fault that he'd stayed up all night. He totally deserved a lie i-splaaaash.
'Hey!' Brendon wailed, jumping up as his mattress creaked, weighed down by water. 'You didn't need to throw a fucking bucket of water on me, you bitchface.'
Ryan smirked, used to insults. 'I so did. Now get downstairs, Spencer's having a panic attack. I mean, seriously. The show isn't for weeks, I don't see why we need to rehearse this much, yanno?'
'I really do,' Brendon agreed miserably... but he'd agree with Ryan if he said it was about to start raining hot ladies in red cocktail dresses. He'd follow Ryan to the end of the world and back.
And wasn't that just unfortunate?

Five minutes later and Brendon was stumbling in to the band room, hair sticking up in uneven clumps of gel, eyeliner applied to his lips instead of his eyes, shirt on his legs and trousers stuffed on his had like a hat.
'Brendon... sweetie...' Ryan bit back a giggle. 'You're a bit, er, messed... up... are you-okay?'
'Huh? Huh, oh-oh, yeah...' Brendon blushed bright red as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. 'I-did it... on purpose. This is totally the latest fashion!'
'It is?' Ryan asked worriedly, wondering why he didn't now that. Brendon hated to upset Ryan, but... his pride was an incy bit more important.
'Totally.'

Practice started a few minutes later, with Spencer snorting like a pig through the whole song, which totally ruined it. 'He doesn't look that bad,' Ryan defended Brendon, who immediately beamed, feeling loved.
'I-um-haha.' was Spencer's only reply, earning an irritable glare from Brendon.
'Practice, is over.' he announced childishly. 'Now, if you don't mind-' sounding like Hermione Granger now-'I'm going to get dressed-'
'before we get killed, or worse, expelled,' Ryan said seriously, and Panic! At The Disco collapsed, laughing their arses off. Well, except Brendon.
'Hey. It's a possibility.' he grouched, storming off to the changing rooms, while the rest of the boys only laughed harder.

It was on his way back, though, when he was actually changed and had decided to play some video games with the guys, as Brendon ran in to Ryan, that everything went wrong. The breeze was blowing in the window, at Brendon, and Ryan's hair was blowing pleasantly-and then his collar ripped back as a loose button came undone, Brendon caught sight of the vein throbbing in his neck and caught the smell of the blood; sweet, and oh so addictive...
Oh. Shit.

His blood sang to Brendon, and Brendon was so still, listening to it and resisting the urge to dig his fangs in to that light vein and just drink the blood... and Ryan was staring at Brendon, confused.
'Have I grown another head?' he asked, actually sounding a little worried. Brendon attempted to laugh it off.
'It'd look good on you if you did,' he shrugged. 'Oh. Damn. I-left my hat. In my room.' ignoring Ryan informing him that he didn't have a hat, he dashed off, only just remembering to slow down so he seemed human.
Oh... shit.