Sequel to Imagines 27 and 29!

Pairing: Paul x Dwayne x David

Summary: *24 year old Paul is living his dream! He's got a beautiful girlfriend, his band is starting to go places, things couldn't be better right?!
Until the storm clouds form.
All along his girlfriend was cheating on him with his best friend, and Paul gets kicked out of his rock band for not being strong during the breakup.
Now, he drowns his sorrows in the bottle. One night, he goes to a bar, where he meets these two strange men who present him the opportunity to get revenge...*

*Paul's POV*

I stumble my way into a bar, because I got kicked out of the other one.
Yeah, I'm a little drunk, but who cares? I'm not drunk enough to drown this pain...

Just last week, I found out that the love of my life, the girl I was gonna marry and start a family with was cheating on me...with my best friend since Third grade.
Ouch... right?

I literally walked in on them while they were making out.
Seeing that, him and her, shattered me completely.
I screamed at her to get out, to never come back. She left without even a second glance at me.

I thought I could be strong, but I couldn't.
I really thought that it would be easy for me, but I was a complete mess. I could barely play during band practice without breaking down in tears.

Finally, they came together and gave me the boot.
I'm no longer the lead singer of the band I CREATED. Instead, my best friend is, and his 'new' girlfriend is the bass player.

Now here I am, in the loser bar, drinking away my life.
My band is playing on the TV, and I can't stand it.
"Hey," I look at the bar owner, "can you shut that off?"

He glares at me, and shrugs away as his way of saying no.
Oh I am NOT in the mood for no's!
I stand up. "Hey!" I grab the bottle closest to me, and I throw it at the TV.
It smashes the screen and pieces of glass go flying everywhere.

Everyone gasps, and stares at me in complete shock.
But I stand there, hands clenched and giving the bar owner my meanest glare ever.

"I said...shut it off."

***

Two guys drag me out of the bars back exit and throw me into the alley, well, to be more precise, into three trash cans.
Cats go screeching, foul smelling garbage falls on me, and the rain pours.

"Don't you ever come back!" They shout, slamming and locking the door behind them.
Yep, after my little tantrum I got banned for life at that bar, and my ass whooped by the owner.

I got a black eye, a bloody nose, and spilt lip.

I roll onto my back, letting the rain pour on my face, soaking my clothes.
Lightening strikes, and I laugh my ass off.
"Oh yeah?!" I flip the sky off, "fuck you world!"
Fuck you world...exactly what I feel right now.

My band is gone, my girl is gone, my entire dream of becoming a rock star has been crushed. My idea of starting a family crushed.
My life...crushed.

I laugh a little more, singing a song I wrote called Your Love Is My Flame. The romantic song I wrote for my girlfriend to tell her how I felt...
It was that song that brought us together...
And this song that I sing after we've broken up.

I don't know how long I lay in that alleyway, minutes, hours? But who the fuck cares?
Suddenly, two shadows appear beside me.
They share down, one kneeling to get a closer look at my face.

"Shit...that's a nasty black eye," he says, pursing his lips while examining the little cuts on my cheeks.
I scoff. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," I say, my head spinning.
Yes, I'm very drunk now...

The other one glances at the dark haired guy. "He's a complete mess. He's..."
But I can't hear anymore.
I black out.

*Couple hours later*

I groan, rolling over and fixing the pillow my head is on.
Wait...pillow?!

I open my eyes, and see that I'm in a torch lit cave, on a couch with a pillow under my head.
How the fuck did I get here?!

I sit up in a rush, only to shout in pain, bringing a hand to my throbing head.
Ugh...this will be a bad hangover.

I exhale deeply, and suddenly someone comes in. "You're awake," the dark haired man approaches me, giving me some dry toast and a cup of water. "Eat this, you'll feel better."
I laugh. "Yeah, I'll feel better, if that toast was the strongest painkiller in the world."

He stares at me in silence for a moment, confusion written plainly on his face.
This guy looks Native American...
The other one comes in, but he has platinum blond hair while wearing a black coat.

"Morning sunshine," he chuckles, "good nap?"
"Fuck off," I say, eating my toast and drinking my water.
The Native looks at the Platinum. "Remind me never to drink."

"Where's the fun in life if you don't suffer one or two hangovers?" The platinum shrugs.
Thank you sir, you are someone I can relate too!
I chuckle a little, and the Native rolls his eyes. "I'm Dwayne. He's David."

"Paul," I answer, "Paul Lovejoy."
"Paul Lovejoy?" David furrows his brow, "the former lead singer to Our Post Trauma?"

Former?
The word makes me want to crawl in a hole and die.
The anger fills me. "Yeah," I growl, crushing the toast in my hand, "those bastards out there living MY dream, in the band I CREATED! With the girl I LOVED!"

I throw my glass across the cave and it shatters.
Dwaynes eyes widen, but David is completely emotionless.
I exhale deeply, hiding my face to keep the tears in.

"Sounds like a pretty bad deal," David says.
I lower my hands. "Yeah, but you know what?" I smirk, smacking my fists together, "I got nothing to lose, and I wouldn't mind getting some payback."

"Oh yeah?" David smirks, glancing at Dwayne before he reaches for a bottle. "We could help you with that."
"Super," I laugh, feeling a little dizzy. I'm still not all there from how much alcohol I drank. But these guys are pretty cool so far, I'm getting some good vibes from them.

David takes a drink and passes me the bottle. "Why don't you have a celebration drink? For deciding to fuck everyone."

Yeah that sounds pretty good.
I grab the bottle and chug it. I was gonna drink all of it if it wasn't for Dwayne taking it away. Party pooper.

I wipe the droplets from my mouh, laughing before I clutch at my stomach in pain. I fæl off the couch, groaning from how much pain I'm feeling. My heart is pounding so hard I can't believe it doesn't break my chest!

David smirks, and so does Dwayne. "Welcome to the club, Paul."
Club?
I get off, brushing my clothes off. The pain just stopped suddenly, but I feel different...

I touch my mouth and feel two sharp fangs.
I gasp, lowering my hand.
"Wha-whats going on?"

"You're a vampire now, Paul. Just like Dwayne and I," David smirks, "you'll never grow old, you'll never die. And... you'll get your revenge against those who wronged you."

Revenge huh?

I look into the mirror beside me, smirking.
Vampire...it sounds ridiculous, yet I don't feel human anymore.
I feel beyond powerful.

I test the waters. I levitate off the floor. By God it worked!
I'm flying!
I zoom around the cave, hysterically laughing my ass off until I land in front of my new best friends.

I crack my knuckles. "Daniel, and Marilyn...you have no idea what's coming to you..."

Too be continued...