Taylor's phone begins to ring and he takes a look to see who's calling. Daryl? Huh, I wonder if he went through with it? Taylor wonders before answering the call.

Daryl immediately begins to talk at a rapid pace. “Hey, hey! Taylor! Buddy, old pal, best friend. How's it going buddy? How am I doing you ask? I'm doing great! Just dandy!” He says quickly without any prompts from Taylor.

“Ugh…” Taylor says, unsure of how to respond. Sounds like he went through with it, he thinks, curious what the experience was like.

“So ugh. Just an update. They've been asking me to bang a bunch of chicks. Anyone who's willing. I've been banging chicks nonstop for the last week. I'm not even tired man. I could bang all day and night if I had to. And fuck it feels so good. It feels so fucking good Taylor; you don't even know. And the chicks are all super hot. Like super hot. I could spend days banging each of these chicks individually. Also, apparently I'm into fat chicks. Something about being suffocated by ass just turns me on. But you know, whatever works. I kind of think that I'm just into a lot of things right now. There's a lot of kinks I want to give a try.” Daryl says, saying whatever came to mind without filter.

Taylor immediately laughs out loud. “Fuck, that sounds awesome man.” Taylor says, kind of jealous. But then his mind turns to darker possibilities and his tone becomes serious. “Is it just fucking or is there anything else involved? Have they asked you to hurt anyone?” Taylor asks. If necessary he would step in to say something, but from what he knew about the Demon Heart Family, consent was a big part of their maxim.

“Ugh, no. They said that if I ever wanted to hurt anyone it would come naturally. I'm pretty wired right now but I can still read the situation. I think if I got too out of control they would put me down. I don't want to be put down, Taylor. So I'm on autopilot right now. I'm trying to do everything they say. But they're asking me weird questions. Like what makes these chicks so hot? What about them makes me want to fuck them? Stuff like that. For now I'm just fucking anyone who's willing. But they said that eventually I'll have to start taking them on dates. Said that if there's no attraction I have to suppress the urge to fuck them. They have a chastity belt prepared. With a lock Taylor! With a lock! They said that my choices in the young blood stage will decide how far I can go as a vampire. They said that if I pass I can become a Vampire Knight. But if I fail... I'm pretty sure they’ll kill me Taylor. So ugh. I don't want to be pushy. But I was hoping you could come by the lair. You know. Look out for me. So nothing drastic happens.” Daryl says quickly. He was in a very panicked state and he was forcing himself not to break down and cry. The emotions were just running rampant throughout his whole body. The only thing that made it easier was sex. Just not having sex was having a drastic effect in destabilizing him.

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“Fuck.” Taylor exclaims. This sounded bad. Taylory thinks. Becoming a vampire seems to be more serious than he thought.

“Stay put Daryl. I'm going to give a buddy a call. I promise I'll do what I can for you. Just stay put and I'll call right back.” Taylor says with some anxiety.

“Alright bro. Please call back. Call back quick. I'm pretty desperate.” Daryl says before quickly hanging up.

“Fuck.” Taylor exclaims again. That sounded bad. That sounded so fucking bad. Taylor thought as he found Charles in his contact list. Fuck. And I gave him the go ahead. Like a fucking idiot. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Taylor thinks with a large amount of regret. He quickly presses the call button and waits for Charles to answer.

“Yes?” A voice says from the other end of the phone.

“Charles. It's Taylor. I'm calling about a friend-" Taylor begins to say before he's cut off.

“Oh, the young blood. He's doing pretty good for an animal. He still has some sense. I think he'll be able to make it. Fear seems to be taking control; it's keeping his shit together at least.” Charles says honestly.

“I'd like to visit him. I was hoping for a go-ahead. Just a short visit shouldn't do any harm, right?” Taylor says with anxiety, trying to sound nonchalant.

“No can do, buddy. I know what you're thinking, but your friend made the leap. He has to see it through to the end. No matter the result.” Charles says, not willing to negotiate the matter.

“Fuck. Fuck. But most people make it out okay, right? I mean, Brolly and the most of the other gang leaders must have been cool, right?” Taylor says, grasping for straws.

“Bro, don't you know? Brolly's dead. We put him down.” Charles says truthfully causing Taylor's eyes to widen. Fuck, fuck. I really fucked up. I fucked up big time. Taylor thinks, his anxiety going haywire.

“I'll tell you this now, Taylor. 9 in 10 young bloods don't make it. Most of them get it in their heads that they're the hottest shit around and lose control. They think that they can do anything without consequence, which, if they took a moment to breath the air outside their own ass - they would see how retarded that is. Don't pity them, Taylor. It's the natural end for a deranged animal. And if your friend goes down that route, it will be the same. But you shouldn’t worry too much. I don't know who raised him, but this one grew up with some sense. I'm willing to bet he'll make it.” Charles says, trying to offer some comfort.

“Fuck. Fuck! If anything happens-" Taylor begins to threaten before seeing how dumb that was. “FUCK!” He exclaims again, the only thing he seemed able to do, before hanging up the phone.

Taylor takes a few breaths to calm himself before calling Daryl back.

“Yo. Yo! Taylor! What’s up buddy? What’s the news? Are you coming to visit?” Daryl asks, desperation hidden behind his upbeat expressions.

“I can't Daryl. I'm so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. You're going to have to bear with it. You need to do all you can, Daryl. You have to take control. Don't let the animal inside you take control. For the love of god, don't degrade your soul Daryl. Remember you're a man. You're in control, not whatever animal is hiding inside.” Taylor says, hoping to say anything that could help. But there wasn't much he could do now that the trigger had been pulled.

“Fuck. Fuck. So you’re not coming? Whatever. You were always a prick anyway.” Daryl says with an emotionless voice before hanging up.

Taylor stares outwards, his mind going blank before a white hot rage engulfed him. “FUCK!” Taylor yells as hard as he can before throwing his phone to the ground, causing it to shatter and break apart.