Blood Thirsty

*Jake's POV*

I felt numb, like I had been transported into a different dimension. This can't be real, can it? "W-w-what?!" I said, staring back at Andy, trying not to scream. "I've been having that same dream, except, I'm watching it happen to you. Jake, this has to be a sign! Do you remember what country we were in during the dream?" He asked, panic in his crystal blue eyes. "No, all I can remember is that the dressing room was a deep crimson, and it had a really nice view of the city and mountains." I said, trying to keep from panicking. By this time, the rest of the band was in the room, asking why we were panicking. Andy told them what was going on, and they all turned white. Jinxx took out his laptop, pulling up the tour dates. "Andy...." He whispered, bringing our attention to him. "What city are we scheduled to play in tonight?" He asked, horror painted on his pale face. Andy stopped to think really quickly. "Bucharest. Why?" He replied, confused. "What country is Bucharest the capital of...." Jinxx said. I could see him shaking in fear. Andy stopped to think again, before his eyes widened. "R-R-Romania..." He whispered. We all sat there in silence, to horrified to speak. What's going to happen to me! I felt tears running down my face, falling to the floor. "Jake can't play tonight! We can't cancel the show, because we don't have anymore evidence that this is going to happen, and we have fans that have been begging for us to come to Romania since our first tour in Europe!" Jinxx said, looking out the window. What! I can't miss a show! "I'm not missing this show just because of a fucking dream!" I yelled, scaring everyone. Jinxx looked at me. "But Jak-" "Don't 'But Jake' me! I'm not missing a show in a place that I've never been! I'll just stay near you guys!" I interrupted. Jinxx just sighed, knowing that he couldn't talk me out of playing tonight.

*Time jump: after the show*

We ran off stage, leaving behind a cheering crowd. That has to have been one of the best shows I've ever played! Andy and I decided to go to the dressing room, to get out of our stage clothes. I heard Andy say something about talking to someone, but I just continued towards the room.

*Andy's POV*

"Hey Jake! Wait up, I need to ask Jon something! I yelled at him, assuming that he heard me. I ran to where Jon was standing. "Hey, we need to get more bass strings for Ashley. He ran out after he broke one on stage tonight." I said quickly. He nodded. I turned around and saw that Jake was gone. Fuck! "Jake!" I yelled. No answer. Shit! He must not have heard me! I started sprinting as fast as my legs could carry me. I then heard a scream. Jake! I ran faster, and got to the dressing room, but it was too late. Jake was on the ground, unconscious, cold, and pale white like me.

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