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"You don't have to be worried."

"Well don't go and hand out false hope, Clark." Sinclair smirked, walking on your other side. The tall boys flank your either side as they steer you backstage, away from the searing bright lights and cheers of the lingering crowd. The concert had ended, but people still mulled about in the ecstatic atmosphere of the heavy summer air.

"You really shouldn't have gone poking around." Corey grinned. It wasn't his usual smile though, the kind you always saw on magazine covers or nonchalant photos posted on twitter. No, this one had a tinge of regret, a slight sprinkle of malice. "Though I can imagine you never would have suspected what you might find." The little nubs of fangs were just barely visible, now that you knew to look for them.

"And how far that would take you." Michael sighed.

"What happens now is we have to take a vote." Clark explains calmly.

"And then you get to decide." Sinclair adds. You could probably try to run, but now you know how fast they are, how strong. You won't get far at all.

"Whether or not you want to become... one of *ours*" Raven appeared, completing the group. There was still a sheen of perspiration about him, but as his eyes hit yours, you can feel your knees go weak. It's not just his charm now, no. It's the power that all the boys have, that which they keep in check and only unleash when they sing.

That irresistible charm. The one that would lure any individual to them, have them fall on their knees like a lamb.

"We won't kill you."

"But we can't exactly let you go."

The boys close in around you. They are sympathetic, a bit sad, but unrelenting. It was true. You went too far, and now there was no way back.

It was time to decide.