One well-aimed kick was enough to make him taste blood in his mouth. This was going to hurt later, and he was pretty sure one of his ribs was either fractured or severely bruised. But then it suddenly stopped and he heard a large crash, though he didn't see the guy get thrown into the dumpster.
That was the first thing he saw when he peeked through his arms, the unconscious body falling off the dumpster and landing hard on the pavement. Chad raised himself, feeling a stab of pain from his ribs. Blood was dripping from his lip, from the corner of his mouth, from a scrape where his forehead had met the brick wall. Yeah, he was tore up.
But he was lucid, even through the pain, and recognized J-S's voice when he yelled. Chad was glued to the spot as he watched the man move faster than anyone he had ever seen, sending two men away, leaving the one unconscious and the other one...
Chad was thinking of saying something, but then his words caught in his throat as J-S suddenly bit into the other man's neck. Of the two, Chad had always thought that he would be the tougher one in a fight...maybe because J-S was more submissive in bed, and because he was a little shorter.
But now Chad was watching him drink blood after beating the shit out of the others. The word vampire occurred somewhere in the back of his mind, and he felt a rising fear inside him. What if that same hunger was now turned on him? He was bleeding, too. But these thoughts took backseat to the fact that J-S was drinking blood. Vampires were real...
Chad stayed up against the wall, holding his ribs and bleeding, his eyes staring at J-S with bewilderment, not knowing what to think, what to do, or what to say.