Frank was jolted out of what might have been the best sleep of his entire life by an angry pounding on his bedroom door, which was the first strange occurrence of what was going to be a morning full of them, Frank just didn't know that yet; he barely even knew where he was at the moment.

He just wanted whoever was disturbing his slumber to leave him the fuck alone so he could resume his pleasant dreams, but the person on the other side of the door obviously hadn't received the memo that Frank wasn't ready to get up yet.

"Frank - wake the fuck up right now or I'm coming in there!" Jamia's familiar voice called out, ruining Frank's attempt at falling back asleep.

Jamia was Evan's sister, and he had only hired her on as a secretary because of his best friend's pleading to get her out of the house, but she had actually turned out to be an invaluable asset to his practice. She had a sharp mind and a way with people that Frank just couldn't emulate, and over time, he gave her more and more responsibilities, along with a key to the clinic so she could have access to the paperwork whenever he wasn't home, which he was severely regretting right now.

"What the hell are you doing here Jamia?" Frank croaked out, still not making an effort to get out of bed, or even open his eyes just yet.

"Waking up your sorry ass - that's what! It's already eight o' clock, and the patients are going to arrive any minute," she sighed in exasperation, her words finally giving Frank some motivation to move when what she had said sunk into his fuzzy brain.

"What the fuck - it can't be?" Frank mumbled to himself, but when he turned his gaze to the old alarm clock sitting on top of his dresser, he saw that Jamia wasn't lying, and Frank had somehow managed to sleep in, which was not a regular occurrence for him at all - actually, he couldn't recall the last time this had happened, but it was probably back in college.

"Are you getting up?" Jamia yelled, punctuating her question with a few more raps on the door, just for good measure.

"Fuck - yes I am! Have the interns take the clients they can handle, just the yearly shots and shit, and I'll be right down!" Frank answered back, trying to keep the rising panic out of his voice so Jamia wouldn't be tempted to come in and see what was wrong. For some reason, Frank was naked, even though he always slept in some form of clothing; maybe he had gotten too hot in his sleep last night and removed them. Either way, he could not let Jamia see him this way.

"You are so lucky you have me around," Frank heard Jamia mutter as she stalked away from his room to go deliver his message, and he breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that she hadn't just barged in, because he wouldn't have put that past her.

Frank was shocked at himself for not waking up sooner; even with his late night, he never slept past six in the morning, and he should have heard his alarm at the very least, but apparently he had been more tired than he thought.

Frank got his second surprise of the day when he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and basically ended up collapsing to the ground when a hot spike of pain shot up his back.

"What the hell?" Frank groaned weakly, trying to stretch out his aching muscles, but the extra movement only made the fiery burn worse.

Frank remembered this feeling, but there was no way it could be what he was thinking, still - what other explanation was there? The only time Frank had every experienced anything like this was after a good fuck, but he had stayed home alone all evening and fallen asleep watching Criminal Minds...hadn't he?

Limping over to his dresser as quickly as he could, Frank checked the spot where he always kept his vibrator, but it hadn't moved, and Frank was pretty sure he would remember using it, it wasn't like he had gotten drunk last night or anything...right? Plus, he never felt like this after using his toy; it may be a decent substitute, but it wasn't the real thing, and this was the kind of ache only a real dick could provide.

But even though Frank was positive he would be able to recall taking it up the ass, the sharp little bursts of discomfort were not going away, and Frank knew his mattress wasn't crappy enough to give him this kind of back pain, leaving Frank to wonder if he was losing his mind, because only crazy people didn't remember getting fucked, and he highly doubted that someone had broken into his house and roofied him last night.

Frank checked his phone messages, just in case he had ended up inviting someone over, not that he could even begin to fathom who that might be, but there was nothing there, leaving Frank completely stumped as to what the fuck had happened to him.

But Frank didn't have time to worry about this right now though, because he was late to work, and even though this was really freaking him out, he needed to pull himself together and get through today before he sought some medical help or something.

Dragging his aching ass into the bathroom so he could tidy himself up before going downstairs, Frank received surprise number three when he glanced in the mirror, because along with the messy bed head and bloodshot eyes he had been expecting to see, he was met with a score of hickeys all over his neck, one in particular was absolutely brutal.

"Holy shit..." Frank breathed out, too stunned to do anything but stare at his abused skin in horror.

This was concrete proof that someone was here last night, and Frank must have gotten fucked by them, but why the hell couldn't he remember anything? He couldn't even think of anyone he would have wanted to come over in the first place - much less someone he would end up in bed with.

Prodding at the worst bruise delicately, Frank hissed at the hot wash of pain that erupted down his neck. Whoever had made the mark had actually broken the skin, and it really fucking hurt.

This was so fucked up, Frank couldn't even comprehend it, so he did the only thing he could think of and pushed it to the back of his mind before he drove himself insane.

Pulling on a never worn turtleneck to hide his abused skin before throwing his white coat over it, Frank headed down to the clinic while doing his best not to have a panic attack, but if any situation called for one, this was definitely it.

Frank spent the entire day pondering what the fuck could have happened to him and why he couldn't remember it, but he kept coming up blank, and he was giving himself a headache trying to retrace the evening's events, getting nowhere in the process.

Jamia noticed something was wrong immediately of course, but Frank brushed her off, blaming a bad night's sleep for his distant behavior. There was no way he could actually tell her the truth; she would probably have him committed if he did, not that Frank would blame her, he was debating doing it himself if he didn't figure this whole mess out.

The day passed by quickly since Frank spent most of it deep in thought, and before he knew it, the last client was walking out the door, leaving Frank alone with his confusing thoughts.

After letting the few dogs he had staying at the clinic run free in the backyard for a bit, during which he noticed an odd stain on his porch that hadn't been there before, which was just another unexplainable event to add on top of his ever growing pile, Frank made sure all the animals were fed and watered before heading up to his room.

Removing the itchy turtleneck that he had been forced to wear to cover his hickeys, Frank changed into a simple white t-shirt before collapsing onto his couch with a disgruntled sigh.

His back pain had subsided over the day, thanks to a large amount of Advil mostly, but that didn't mean Frank had forgotten about it, quite the opposite actually.

This whole situation was beyond crazy; people didn't just forget about being fucked, not unless they were blackout drunk or drugged, and Frank was pretty sure he had been neither. He would have woken up with a hangover or something if that was the case, and his memory of the rest of the night was crystal clear.

As far as he could recall, he hadn't been able to sleep, so he had flipped on the television and watched Criminal Minds for about an hour, and that was it...no - wait, something else had happened. Frank had heard a noise downstairs, and he went to go check on the dogs, but then - nothing. His memory hit a blank wall, like it had been erased with one of those weird devices the Men In Black always carried, which did nothing to alleviate Frank's growing panic.

Maybe someone had been in his house, and that was the sound he had heard that had drawn him downstairs, but that still didn't explain how Frank had ended up getting fucked by them. Rapists didn't usually break into places to find their victims, that was too risky, and who the fuck would want to go to so much trouble just to get in Frank's ass?

Maybe aliens were real, and Frank had been a victim of anal probing...okay that theory was a bit far-fetched, but Frank was desperate for answers here, even if it did involve extraterrestrial beings.

Frank needed to find out what had happened last night, but he didn't have security cameras installed in his house - they were too expensive for his modest income, and without video evidence, Frank was at a loss for how to discover what had occurred.

Maybe he should go to the hospital and get checked out - no, that wouldn't help him; he already knew he had been fucked, just not who had done the actual fucking, which they wouldn't be able to answer, at least, not without expensive DNA testing, which may or may not produce any results.

Burying his face into his hands with a tortured groan, Frank began to resign himself to the fact that he might never discover exactly what had happened to him last night, no matter how desperately he was craving answers.

This just didn't make sense at all though, and Frank hated when he couldn't understand things. There was absolutely no logical reason for someone to do what they had done to Frank last night, and even if a psycho had decided to rape him - why couldn't Frank remember anything about it?

Frank tried to rationalize this situation, but it was only confusing him further. If someone had made the effort to break into to his house, they wouldn't have had time to drug him, and if they had somehow managed to get something into his system, Frank would still have his memories from the initial confrontation; not to mention the fact that none of his windows or locks were broken, so they would have had to be a freaking ghost to get inside without leaving any traces.

His head didn't hurt, and he wasn't carrying any bruises or cuts - besides the slight fingerprint shaped ones on his hips, and those were pretty self-explanatory, so he couldn't have suffered a severe enough trauma to cause memory loss. It didn't even seem like Frank had fought back; wouldn't he have received some wounds if he had been resisting - which only led to the conclusion that Frank had consented...which didn't make any sense at all.

Frank just wanted someone to talk this out with, maybe then they would reassure him that he wasn't crazy, and they could come up with a reasonable explanation for this entire mind fuck, but he couldn't do that without any of his friends believing he was insane, or calling the cops on this maybe rapist - if not both, and even though Frank truly needed to get to the bottom of this, he refused to become the talk of the town in the process, because that might negatively affect his practice, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Frank needed to forget about all of this for a second, just so he could have some time to calm down before he had an anxiety attack, which he hadn't been afflicted with in years, so he dug in the fridge for a cold beer, chugging it quickly before reaching for another. He knew that alcohol wasn't the solution for this problem, but it was a temporary fix, and that would have to be good enough for now.

~~~

Ryan knocked on the door to the Iero Veterinary Clinic excitedly, making sure to be gentle this time as Frank had requested. He had no problem convincing Brendon to leave the coven with him tonight; actually, Brendon had seemed even more eager than Ryan to get away for a short time, probably so he could avoid breaking the bad news to Pete about his mate for just a little while longer.

When Brendon had returned from showing the newcomers around last night, Pete had already fallen asleep on their couch, and Brendon didn't have the heart to wake him, especially not when he knew how upset he was going to be when he learned his mate was already in love with someone else.

Ryan hurt for Pete as well; he couldn't begin to imagine how terrible his life would be if he had found Brendon, only to discover that he was already mated. Honestly, Ryan didn't think he would even want to live anymore, but he hoped that Pete would be able to bounce back from this somehow.

His worries about Pete were interrupted by a disheveled Frank, who pulled open the door with a goofy grin on his face.

"Hey - it's the cute dog guy," Frank slurred his words slightly, stepping aside so Ryan and Brendon could enter his home. It was obvious that he was drunk, and Ryan didn't even need to catch the whiff of alcohol on his breath to confirm it.

"Uh...if this is a bad time, we can come back another day," Brendon stammered out, obviously uncomfortable with Frank's inebriated state.

"No - it's totally fine. I actually sort of forgot you were coming...but the dog - you want to see him right?" Frank continued talking, but Ryan was distracted by the large bruise on his neck, and he was pretty sure those were teeth marks as well.

"Bren," Ryan whispered, motioning with his eyes to the spot that had captured his attention, and he knew Brendon had noticed it when his mouth fell open in shock.

"Um...yeah, we did come to see the dog. Do you want to go get him and we will wait here?" Brendon asked warily, and it was obvious to Ryan that he just wanted Frank to leave so he could talk with his mate privately.

"Sure - just give me a second," Frank shuffled off into another room, and Brendon shut the door behind him as an extra precaution.

"What the fuck was that?" Brendon hissed out quietly.

"He got bit...but how, and by who, I don't know." Ryan sat down in one of the nearby chairs heavily.

"There is no way it could have been one of us, everyone was in the coven last night..." Brendon mumbled quietly.

"Maybe it was that rogue that Bert still can't seem to track down?" Ryan offered up the first solution that popped into his head.

"No way, that vampire has been killing people, and they always strike on the other side of town anyway..." Brendon shook his head in confusion.

"Then who could have done this to Frank?" Ryan exclaimed softly. He realized that he had only known the kind veterinarian for one day, but Ryan was a very caring person, and he already considered Frank his friend.

The fact that someone had bit him made his stomach roil painfully, and he wanted to make sure it didn't happen again. Feeding was supposed to a consensual act, and Ryan hated thinking of Frank pressed against a wall, terrified for his life as another vampire stole his blood.

Ryan knew that a lot of vampires didn't share his feelings on the matter, but he didn't hate humans like so many of his kind, and he had long ago gotten used to living off stolen hospital blood to uphold his beliefs.

"I don't know...but it's really none of our -" Brendon was interrupted by Frank reentering the room with the small white dog in his arms.

"He's doing a lot better, he can already walk on his leg again. Come into the other room - there are much comfier couches in there." Frank didn't wait for their answer before disappearing through the doorway, and Brendon and Ryan had no choice but to follow him.

Frank set the dog down gently before rummaging in the fridge and emerging with another beer. Ryan knew that Brendon had been about to tell him that whatever had happened to Frank was none of their business, but he couldn't just drop this.

"So Frank...how was your night?" Ryan asked casually as he stroked the dog's soft ears. Brendon rolled his eyes at Ryan's not so subtle attempts at discovering who had bitten Frank, but Ryan could tell that his mate was curious too.

"So fucking weird...I think I got raped last night," Frank announced like he was simply commenting on the weather, and Ryan wondered how many beers he had consumed before they had arrived.

"Uh - what?" Brendon choked out, obviously not expecting that sort of response. They both knew that when a vampire fed, lust was evoked in both parties, Brendon just hadn't expected Frank to be so blunt about it, but he shouldn't have been surprised given Frank's inebriated state.

"Yeah man - it's so fucking strange. I woke up and my ass really hurt, and I had all these hickeys, but I don't remember a fucking thing. I'm pretty sure aliens did it," Frank nodded solemnly, and it took all the self-control Ryan possessed not to burst out laughing, even though this situation was the furthest thing from funny, it was actually pretty fucking serious.

"Are you okay?" Ryan asked warily, unsure of what else to say.

"Yeah I'm fine, except I think my heads fucked up, and it's just my luck that the first time I get fucked in three years, someone erased my mind - that's why I think aliens did it." Frank shrugged before polishing off the rest of his beer.

"So...you don't remember anything at all?" Ryan pressed one last time, even though he was aware that when a human was bitten by a vampire, the venom released into his blood would cause the entire night to be one big blank slate for him.

"Nope...I just remember watching Criminal Minds. Hey - maybe Dr. Reid came out of my TV and fucked me, except he seems more like a bottom actually..." Frank trailed off, apparently deep in thought over the sexual preferences of this Dr. Reid.

"Well...uh thanks for letting us see the dog. Would you mind keeping him here for a few more days? Brendon and I are thinking about adopting him after all, we just need some more time to discuss it," Ryan lied through his teeth, but he needed another excuse to come back and see Frank, just to make sure he was okay. By the lack of reaction from his mate, Ryan hoped that Brendon had caught on to his plan, because he knew there was no way Brendon would ever let him bring the dog back to the coven.

"Of course! I'm kind of getting attached to him anyway, so I might end up taking him if you don't," Frank grinned happily, standing up to pull Ryan into an unexpected hug.

"Thanks again - same time tomorrow then?" Ryan patted Frank on the back a few times before pulling away.

"Sounds good to me." Frank swayed on his feet without Ryan's body supporting him, and for a moment, Ryan thought he was going to fall over, but he regained his balance at the last second.

"Okay, try and get some rest Frank, and I think you might want to slow down on the beers." Ryan raised his eyebrow when he caught Frank glancing toward the fridge again. He understood that Frank had been through a lot today, but he didn't want him keeling over from alcohol poisoning.

"Yeah...you are probably right. I was just trying to forget about the butt raping aliens, but I can do that in my sleep," Frank giggled at his own statement.

"Come on - let me at least make sure you get into bed without breaking your neck." Ryan offered his arm, and Frank eagerly took it.

After Ryan had helped Frank up the stairs and into his room, he returned back to his mate with a sheepish expression on his face. The dog was no longer on the floor, so Ryan assumed that Brendon had placed him back in his cage while he had been occupied with Frank.

"I know you are going to be mad -" Ryan began, but Brendon cut him off.

"No, actually I'm not. I like Frank too for some reason, and I want to make sure he hasn't become some rogue vampire's play thing," Brendon admitted with a sigh, causing Ryan's face to light up.

"I think we should hang around for a bit, just to see if the vampire shows up again," Ryan suggested.

"Fine by me, but we can't stay here too long. Pete will wake up soon, and I don't want him rushing off to find Mikey before I get a chance to talk to him - not to mention we can't let Bert find out we snuck away again," Brendon pointed out.

"One hour?" Ryan put on his best puppy dog face, and he knew it was working when Brendon sighed heavily.

"Just one, then we go home to check up on Pete. We can come back after we make sure he's okay. I have a feeling this vampire won't show up until later anyway."

"I love you baby," Ryan cooed, pressing a swift kiss to his lips before pulling away. He was truly thankful to Brendon for supporting him in all of his crazy endeavors, and he wanted his mate to be aware of that fact.

"You better," Brendon chuckled softly before leaning in for another kiss.

I wrote this whole chapter so fast my fingers hurt, seriously it barely took me two hours, so if it sucks, or has a ton of mistakes, that's why.

This chapter is dedicated to leahgrace_xo because it makes me happy how much you love this story, and your comment made my day.

Okay I really need to sleep, even though I probably won't.

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