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Patton crossed his arms, shielding them from the freezing night air. The usual warm yellow glow of streetlights added to the chilling late October. Any sane person would've grabbed a jacket before they left, but most people didn't have their roommates sprint outside. And so suddenly too! He was just about to head for a shower, asking his roommate Logan if he needed the washroom, when Logan's eyes widened and he ran out of the house. Of course, Patton was concerned and went to follow him but, looking at the nearly abandoned streets of the town, he seemed impossible to find.
Just then, a sound came from an alleyway. A person? They almost sounded hurt? Patton looked both ways and slowly crept into the alley. He knew basic first-aid so if any--
Oh god.
First-aid can't fix that.
The poor teen on the grounds entire shoulder was gouged out, as if an animal bit it repeatedly. His arms were bruised and head was bleeding, most likely from being pushed against the wall, also covered in blood. His face- his eyes still showed pure fear.
And Patton knew why too. Shrouded in the dark, was another person, panting heavily. Blood dripped from their face as they looked back towards their victim with red eyes.
Scream?
Run?
No, Patton was frozen in fear. The person- no. The thing in front of him knelt down next to the teen, looming over it. It's eyes looked over the boy and… started to water? It was crying?
“N-no… No! I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry! I didn't m-mean to! I don't w-wanna hurt p-people anymore! I tried… I tried f-for months, I-I couldn't. I’m sorry. I can't. I can't. I-I…” That voice, though with a lot more emotion than normal, was undoubtedly, Logan. The thing, that attacked someone in an alley, was Logan. The thing with its chest, face, even hair covered in blood, was Logan. The thing crying over the boy it killed, was Logan. And Patton felt pity wash over his fear.
With silent steps, Patton got closer. “Logan,” he started, voice just above a whisper, “are you okay?” The crying mans head shot up. Red eyes widening at him. “P-patton? No… you can't s-see me like this. I-I. I’m a monster…”
Patton knelt down beside his roommate. “It's okay, you said it yourself, you don't want to hurt anyone. I believe you.” Even he, didn't know how his voice kept from wavering. But it didn't matter as Logan threw his arms around him. Spilt blood soaked through his bright shirt, as he comforted is normally reserved friend. They sat in silence, apart from quieting sobs.
Once Logan calmed down, Patton helped him to his feet. “Let's get you home,” the only then you can wash up.”
The empty streets where a blessing, as they were able to get to their house without anyone seeing them. Though the silence and cold was unnerving. Like something could jump out at them, and give them the same fate as the teen in the alleyway.
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The heat of the house was welcoming as the pair went inside, heading towards the washroom. “Want me to run you a bath?” Patton turned towards Logan, who was standing there shivering. “T-that would be g-great.”
The bath slowly filled with warm water and Patton helped Logan strip down to his boxers, step in and sit down. He was obviously embarrassed but that didn't exactly matter at the moment.
Once the tub filled, Patton grabbed a cloth and started wiping blood off, cleaning the cloth in the sink to not bloody the tub too much. Gently as possible he got most of the blood off before it dried. Grabbing the shower head, he rinsed Logan's hair. Then ran his fingers through with shampoo, focusing on the clot of blood in the front. He then rinsed his hair again and conditioned it. Logan visibly relaxed into his hands, as the conditioner was rinsed out. Once done, he switched out the water and he got up to leave the room. “Any way you'll explain what's going on when you get out?” Patton asked softly, turning slightly in time to see Logan curse under his breath. “Uhh, y-yeah… though it's n-not a pretty s-story…”
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The door clicked and Logan swore again. How was he supposed to explain this? How does he tell his roommate that he eats people? Especially when modern media had portrayed his kind as sparkling love interests for teen aged kids? How does one even go about telling someone they've lived with for a year that they're a vampire? He's a vampire. It's the most simple way to put it. Though people had got them completely wrong. He's not cold to the touch. The suns uncomfortable but not deadly. He could enter houses just fine. But blood, blood was a constant struggle. He tried to not hurt anyone, but after only a month it became difficult, it's surprising he lasted so long without eating, but then he went out of control. His instincts took over. It had been happening a lot, especially around Patton, but he usually stopped himself.
Now Patton knew. Logan drained the tub and dried off. Putting on a clean pair of clothes that was set on the toilet set, and mentally prepared for the conversation he was about to have as he opened the door. “P-Patton,” curse his sutter, “where are you?” There was a brief silence. “Living room!” At least he didn't run away… or call the police...
Logan sat down on the couch, stiff as a board. Hands sweating as he makes eye contact with Patton to his left. “So, I suppose you want to know what's going on…” his voice trailing off, Patton nodded with a pleading look, “right, so I'm what people in modern day would call a ‘vampire’. I am a never-ageing, blood eater… This type of, incident, happens sometimes when I don't eat. I'm sorry you had to witness it. All I ask is you don't tell authorities, I can be gone by tomorrow-” he was cut off by Patton placing a hand on his leg. “Logan, you don't have to leave, and I won't tell anyone. Please stay.” The shock on Logan's face would've been humorous in any other situation, but right now it was completely justified. Who lets a murderer live with them? “W-why?” Patton smiled softly before speaking, “You said you don't want to hurt anyone, I believe you. I think you can still be a good person, even if you're a vampire.” Tears pricked Logan's eyes for the second time that night. How could someone be so nice to him, after finding out what he was, everyone in the past ran. Well almost everyone…