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The Day After:
Pete seems alright. We bandaged him and tried to get the venom out and treated with Holy Water but it's one of those time will tell things. Other than him freaking out over it, nothing's changed.
Day One:
He's been sleeping all day, but that's how people heal, so... He's sleeping fine. But he's an insomniac so maybe I should be worried. I mean i am. Just not like a whole bunch.
Day Two:
He called me to his room last night and told me his neck has been hurting. He cried on me. He's freezing cold to the touch. I didn't tell him that.
Day Three:
I read that it usually takes a week, and with the treatments and trying to get the venom out, It should be even longer. Except It feels like Pete is progressing too fast. He kicked me out of his room as soon as it turned night. When I tried to treat his neck before bed it burned up. He tried to let me do it but he cried and said he couldn't. im worried.
Day Four:
His teeth are coming in. We all see it. We all know what's happening. We're gonna figure something out. Nothing is going to happen to us. We'll make Clandestine a vampire inclusive vampire hunting organization or something. Only hunt evil vampires. He hasn't let me in his room at all today.
Day Five:
They're already basically fully grown in. They look like William's. I snuck into Pete's room while he was sleeping this morning and looked at them. They're really sharp.
Day Six:
Patrick wakes up in the dead of night. Which isn't uncommon, he does that all the time. What is uncommon is that when he rolls to his other side to go back to sleep, Pete is there. Patrick jumps, but doesn't make any noise except for a soft gasp. Pete looked conflicted. He whispers,
"Hey."
"Hi."
Pete's eyes flick across Patrick's face. At his neck. Back to his face. He sighs. Patrick nods. He understands.
"I don't know what to do."
"I can find some recipes online. For substitutes." Pete nods. He sits up and Patrick shifts to watch him. He rubs his face, then turns to kiss Patrick's cheek, and leaves the room. Usually he kissed his neck, but Patrick thinks he knew why that wasn't the case. He thinks he does.
Case 183A:
We first see the unraveling, I’ve watched him change. I’ve been able to keep him at peace with the blend I created him, but even that seems to be failing. He spends every waking hour plotting revenge against those that turned him. Those who walk in the shadowed places forgotten by the sun. he hates all of them, but they live in fear of him.
Patrick sits on his bed, blankets wrapped around him and computer illuminating his face. It's well into the night and his eyes are burning and he is completely and totally aware of the figure in the corner and how creepy it is and how weird it is that Patrick doesn't really care. Patrick yawns again and rubs his eyes.
"You should go to bed."
"Mm." Patrick continues typing. The laptop is suddenly shut and Pete's next to him. Patrick groans. "You and your stupid vampire powers." Pete shrugs and sets Patrick's laptop on the night stand. Patrick grumbles and rolls over, pulling his blankets over himself. He lays for fifteen minutes before turning around.
"Are you gonna watch me sleep all night?"
"I'm worried."
Patrick shifts. "I've spent all this time never having an incident with a vampire. You think I will now?" "I didn't know before." "Didn't know what?" "How good you smell."
Patrick shifts.
"Huh?"
"I mean, I-" Pete kneels on the bed. "You smell so good. Everyone else is, like, yeah. Whatever. But you. I couldn't even.." Pete licks his lips, and Patrick sits up. "I feel like I can smell the blood through you. I can't imagine how good it'd smell if, if.. Or.." Pete lets out a shaky breath, running a hand down his arm, intertwining their fingers. But he squeezes his hand, he doesn't hold it. He puts a leg over the other side of Patrick, sitting on his lap now.
"You'd taste so good. I know it. It drives me crazy, having to be around you all the time." Pete touches Patrick's neck, feather light. His mouth is slightly open. Patrick can see his teeth.
"Pete.."
"Look at you. I'd bite you even if I weren't a vampire." "Pete," "No one else will ever bite you, I'll make sure of it. Only I could. Yeah, yeah, doesn't that sound good? I'll-" "Pete, you're scaring me."
Pete pulls away, lets go of Patrick's hand. He leans back a little. Patrick does look a bit scared. Pete takes a breath.
"I'm sorry."
"Can we talk about this?"
Pete stands up. "Tomorrow."
He leaves out Patrick's window.
Patrick picks his laptop back up and browses some vampire forums.
Patrick wakes up, and when he tries to scream, it's silenced with a hand over his mouth. He thrashes, and muffles Pete's name against the hand. Sharp teeth glint in the moonlight when he smiles.
"Your Pete isn't here to save you."
William Beckett.
Patrick's heart nearly stops. He knows what William can do, what he will do. There's so many worse things than being turned or dying. Patrick tries to push him away, but William gathers both his wrists in one hand and pushes them above his head. William grins.
"You smell pretty nice, Patrick." He licks his teeth. "Do you want me to drain you right here? Or do you wanna be my own little bloodbag?" William shifts his hand so he is holding Patrick's chin, nails digging into his cheeks.
"Y-You're not fucking biting me." His voice wavers. "Saving yourself for little Pete?" William pouts, playfully. Patrick doesn't know how to answer that.
"Yeah."
William grimaces. "Do you think he'd be able to stop himself? I don't think I would. You smell wonderful." William leans in, their faces inches apart. "There's money on your blood, Patrick. Come with me. You know no one will mess with you if you're mine."
Patrick holds his breath. Then he nods. William's eyes light up.
"Isn't that wonderful? Imagine what I could do for you. So much more than Pete, you know." William stands up, grabbing Patrick's hand and pulling him with. Patrick stands, legs wobbling.
"C-can I change?"
"I can get you clothes at my place."
"This is Pete's shirt."
William's eyes narrow. He sniffs, like he can smell Pete, then nods. "Be quick."
Patrick nods. He turns around and takes the shirt off. He sets it down on the bed by his pillow. He holds his breath and knocks the pillow out of the way, grabbing something underneath it and turning, launching himself at William.
William screams, actually screams, when he sees the stake clutched in Patrick's hand. Patrick knocks him into the ground, raises the stake and-
He's tackled, and he drops it. Where the hell are Andy and Joe? Why isn't Pete coming back. The wind is knocked out of him by a solid blow to the stomach. Then, whoever it is, climbs off.
"William," It's a deep voice. Patrick coughs. He recognizes it, "William, lets go." He opens his eyes, seeing someone help William to his shaking feet. Patrick's eyes go wide. That's a hunter. That's not, what is he...
"Gabe?" He croaks. Gabe turns and gives Patrick a sorry look. They climb out the window, and run off. Patrick sits there on the floor, staring.
"Pete?"
He says, to nothing.
He waits a couple minutes, sat up against the wall, stake in hand. Pete comes climbing in through the window, and his eyes go wide seeing Patrick, shirtless and cowering on the floor with a stake.
"Oh shit."
"I didn't get hurt." He drops the stake as he stands up, walking to Pete and dragging him down onto the bed, so they can lay together.
"Who- what- What happened?"
"You need to bite me."
Pete flinches.
"No-" "Almost everyone is scared of you. Pete, they wouldn't try anything if I was-" He doesn't like the wording, but there's no other way to put it, "yours." Like property. Like a soda can in the work fridge with a sticky note that says your coworkers name.
"Did something-" "Wouldn't that give us both peace of mind? And, and- you get to. You know."
Pete blinks.
"This is way more serious than you think, Tricky." "What's serious is me getting jumped in my own bedroom in the middle of the night." Pete bites his lip. He sniffs a little.
"William isn't scared of me."
"I almost killed him."
"What?"
"Gabe stopped me."
Pete's eyes widen. "Gabe is-" "A hunter. Yeah." Patrick tangles he and Pete's legs together. "Gabe's my friend." Pete says.
"Gabe's mine too."
Pete puts an arm around Patrick. He stares at the wall past him. "Gabe's my friend and he's William's friend." Pete tenses, but then takes a deep breath.
"Go to sleep."
"Are you gonna-"
"I don't know."
Patrick takes that and snuggles into Pete, closing his eyes and listening to Pete breathe until he dozes off.
When he wakes up Pete is still there.
Pete's sleeping now, which is understandable, considering the sunlight shining through the window. Patrick gingerly gets up and shuts it, as well as the blinds. He grabs his phone from the night stand and checks his messages.
gabey babey: hey
gabey babey: i thought i shuld prob txt u first
gabey babey: we definitely need to talk
gabey babey: it is what it looks like
Patrick sets down his phone and leaves the room, wandering into the living room, where Andy and Joe are. He frowns.
"Were you guys home last night?"
"No," Joe turns to look at Patrick, "Why?"
Patrick shakes his head. "Just wondering."
"You okay? You look kinda beat up." Andy whispers something to Joe and Joe shakes his head. "Nevermind."
The day goes by as usual. No surprise vampire attacks, Patrick spends most of his day researching at his laptop. When it's nearing nighttime Patrick returns to his room so he can be there when Pete wakes up. Pete stirs and rubs his eyes.
Patrick kicks his shin a little.
"Hey."
Pete groans. "Hi."
"Are you gonna do it?"
"Patrick-" "You were going to yesterday. You wanted to. Why are you hesitating now, Pete? I want it." Pete sits up, and so does Patrick. "I'm asking you to. I'm giving you permission. I'm not scared by it anymore."
"You don't think you are."
"I'm scared of vampires biting me. I'm not scared of it being you." "I just woke up." "Then don't think about it. Do it."
Pete rubs his face, and Patrick gets closer, cupping Pete's face to make him look at him. Pete inhales shakily. He can smell Patrick.
"The guys-" "I don't care what the guys think. I'll tell them I asked you to." Patrick slides his hand to the back of Pete's head, gently pushing his face into his neck. Pete inhales again, hands digging into the sheets.
"Patrick. This isn't a light decision." "You're not turning me. You're just biting me." "I want it," "Have it." "I want it, Patrick." "Pete."
Pete licks his neck, and Patrick shudders, squeezing his eyes shut.
"It'll hurt." "I know." "You have to stop me." "I will." "Now, I mean." "No."
Pete bites.
Patrick winces when it breaks skin, but it's not as bad as he thought it would be. Pete wraps his arms around him before he starts sucking at the wound. Patrick shivers and Pete groans against his neck.
Patrick lets it go on for a minute or two before he clumsily pushes at Pete, who pulls back. He's panting, there's blood smeared around his mouth and his teeth are stained red. Patrick is breathing heavily too.
Pete grabs Patrick by the face and kisses him. It's quick for a moment, but it quickly dissolves into slow and deep. They kiss until Patrick has to gasp for air.
"Pete-" "I love you." "What?" "I'm in love with you."
Patrick blinks. Pete is frantically searching Patrick's eyes. He says again, quickly and with urgency in his voice.
"I'm in love with you, Patrick."
Patrick just stares. Pete's face drops.
"Don't. Don't do this. Patrick, please." Patrick blinks.
"No!" He laughs nervously. "I love you too. I love you too, Pete. I wasn't expecting that." Pete sighs with relief.
"Can we-" "Kiss again?" "Be boyfriends, Patrick." Patrick giggles, then nods. He's about to say something, but his phone rings. Without looking, he picks it up and answers.
"Hello?"
"Hey. Me and Bill are nearby. Do you wanna talk..?"
Patrick's heart sinks. Pete looks confused. Patrick shifts. "It's William and Gabe."
Pete bites his lip.
"Are you with Pete?"
"Yeah." "We're coming over, alright?" "Through the window. And quietly." Gabe just hums, and hangs up. Pete stares at Patrick.
"I'm gonna kill them, I swear."
"No, you're not."
Pete frowns. "He ruined my life. He attacked you. Gabe knows what he did to me, and they're just all buddy buddy?" "I'm sure there's more-" "I don't give a fuck what there is to it! What sort of excuse could Gabe ever come up with?"
Patrick goes quiet.
Pete leans on him until Gabe and William get there.
William is tense. Pete is tense. Gabe and Patrick are protectively close to their respective vampires.
"Hi." Gabe says. Patrick waves.
Pete is straight to the point. "What the fuck?"
Gabe swallows. "Me and Bill are, you know." "Cool. Why?" "Cuz I like him." Pete looks like he's about to start fuming. His leg twitches, like he wants to stand, but he stays put.
"I thought we were friends. Friends don't- don't save the guy who ruined your friend's life." Gabe bites his lip. "He, he saved me. He saved you too."
And that's when Pete stands, eyes going wide. Patrick stands too.
"Are you fucking serious? Saved me?"
William steps forward. "What do you remember? About that night?"
"You bit me-" "Do you remember anything else? How you were attacked by a whole group? You would've died if I hadn't turned you, Pete." "I wish you'd have let me die."
"Pete," Patrick says, softly- Pete turns to look at him. Patrick knows he means it, but he's looking at Pete like he wants him to lie to him. Pete says, under his breath; "I wish I'd died, Patrick."
"I forgive William." Pete feels his stomach churn. He knows why. He knows it's justified. It makes his blood boil. "I forgive him, Pete." "He attacked you." Patrick gently grabs Pete's hand.
"You wanted to."
Pete's breath hitches.
"If I hadn't let you bite me, you would've taken it. Maybe not now but at some point."
"I wouldn't-" "You're hungry. William's hungry." "You can't-" "I forgive him. I'm mad, but I forgive him. He saved your life." "I didn't want him to." "You care about Gabe." "What?" "He saved Gabe's life. Isn't that what he said? He saved Gabe, and he saved you- He wouldn't have killed me."
Pete stares at Patrick, then looks at Gabe, then William.
"Get out of my house."
William frowns. "We need to talk."
"Get out!"
They look at Patrick. Pete looks at Patrick. Patrick squeezes Pete's hand. "Gabe is our friend." "Not anymore." "Pete-" "I don't care what William fucking did for us, I'd be better off dead!"
"Pete,"
Pete yanks his hand away and leaves out the window. William hesitates, but follows.