Case Report 315
Title: Case Report 315
Author: seraph05
Rating: PG-14
Fandom: Fall Out Boy
Warnings: bloodlust, wee bit of swearing
Pairing: Patrick/Pete
Disclaimer: A haiku - Peterick Fanfic. Don't Sue Penniless Authors. Fall Out Boy Aren't Mine.
Summary: Case report 315: It’s been two weeks since escaping the 21st district police station and Beckett’s newly changed lieutenant. I should have expected this turn of events but somehow it didn’t occur to me till the cuffs where on my wrists. Luckily we all got out. Everyone has been healing well and none of us have suffered complications from our injuries though Pete’s getting more restless by the hour. The blend is becoming less effective every day that passes. Any moment now I expect him to try and convince us to go out on a hunt, but it’s still too soon. Beckett must not have another opportunity to take us down and while ever our weapons remain impounded and the new ones are unfinished we can go no-where.
A/N: Hey just wanted to let you all know that this one shot fic is set in my “A Little Less Sixteen Candles…” fanfic called “Of Vampires And Rockstars”. You don’t need to have read my fic to get this Peterick (and in fact it’s kind of an AU of OVAR) but I just thought you might be interested to know. This is where all my pent up Peterick went while writing that fic XD Enjoy.
Case report 315: It’s been two weeks since escaping the 21st district police station and Beckett’s newly changed lieutenant. I should have expected this turn of events but somehow it didn’t occur to me till the cuffs where on my wrists. Luckily we all got out. Everyone has been healing well and none of us have suffered complications from our injuries though Pete’s getting more restless by the hour. The blend is becoming less effective every day that passes. Any moment now I expect him to try and convince us to go out on a hunt, but it’s still too soon. Beckett must not have another opportunity to take us down and while ever our weapons remain impounded and the new ones are unfinished we can go no-where.
Patrick’s hand movement faltered as he realized he was being watched. He looked up from his leather bound journal and weapons work space to see Pete lounging on the far couch studying him. His foot was twitching impatiently and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest, eyes narrowed. Patrick frowned defensively.
“What?”
“Do you really want to know?” Pete retorted sulkily.
“Yeah you’re like glaring at me for no reason dude, what’s up?” Patrick said putting down his pencil.
“Joe and Andy are asleep” Pete said tilting his head slightly in the direction of their comrades rooms.
“…yeah? It’s early so?” Patrick prompted when Pete didn’t continue.
“You’ve finished one and a half guns” Pete listed gaze leaving Patrick to cruise the shiny surface of the large new flame thrower that lay on the bench beside him.
“uh huh, one and a half down, one and a half to go” Patrick agreed beginning to question the usefulness of this discussion and whether Pete was just toying with him to slake his boredom.
“They won’t be up for hours yet cause they where up late yesterday right?” Pete asked of Joe and Andy. Patrick sighed head dropping momentarily.
“Is the sky blue? Yes Pete, Andy and Joe where up well into the day watching something on TV so they probably won’t be up till after midnight does this conversation have a point?” Patrick asked.
“So even though we have one perfectly fine flame thrower, hours of nothing but fixing and waiting ahead of us, and behind us, I can already tell that when I suggest we go out and catch a flick you’re not going to agree even though I know you’re dying to see the new Bloodlust movie” Pete replied curtly.
“Yeah” Patrick said casually without a second thought and returned to his journal “Besides you’re the one who wants to see Bloodlust, I was never that into the TV show”
Pete let out an exasperated sigh and stood marching over to the weapons desk while Patrick ignored him.
“Patty cakes it’s hard enough living in this vampire infested New Chicago and then actually being part of the rebellion, hell we run it, without being emotionally slapped in the face every time I hear the stupid fucking movie add on TV when I can’t go and see it! It’s nearly out of the cinema’s it’ll be out by the end of the week, no-one will be there-” becoming agitated by Patrick’s blatant disinterest Pete slammed his hand down into the middle of Patrick’s journal forcing him to stop and look up.
“No-one will be there at the cinema’s and I am aching for a little out time, you know that. We’ll sneak out, you bring the flamethrower I’ll bring my fists and we’ll go to the cinema’s for the very next session that’s on. We’ll be back before Joe and Andy are up, they’ll never know” Pete argued forcefully.
“That’s because they would never go for this scheme and neither will I” Patrick retorted staring into Pete’s eyes, steady and unflinching. Without breaking their fervent staring contest Pete surreptitiously moved the hand that was in the middle of the journal to Patrick’s hand. He brushed his fingers across it lightly eyes pleading. Patrick didn’t flinch.
“You know there is a reason why we’re the only hunters left in New Chicago. Some of them made stupid decisions and they got killed. Others didn't and still got killed. There are dangerous vampires roaming the streets out there Pete” Patrick said with a sarcastic tone but Pete ignored him.
“I swear if you do this I won’t bug anyone again till you say we’re back on the hunt,” Pete’s said and his voice swelled with conviction “Come on”
Patrick thought for a long moment weighing up all pro’s and cons of the decision, though somewhere in his gut he knew he was defeated, the lure of having Pete behave was too much of a temptation. Eventually his eyes dropped from Pete’s issuing a submissive
“Fine”
“YES!” Pete hissed without raising his tone too loud, the last thing he wanted was to wake Joe and Andy up.
“Call the cinema’s and I’ll fill up the gun,” Patrick grumbled standing while Pete crossed the gym to the phone.
Pete dialed the number and listened intently as the monotone recorded voice read out the names of the movies and when the sessions where on. Patrick set about filling the gun. Five minutes later Pete was beside him again.
“The next one’s in an hour, so we better get to it” Pete announced, “I’ll get the keys” he walked over to the microwave and snatched them off the top then opened the roller door. He was just about to hop into the drivers seat when he saw Patrick still standing by the weapons bench flamethrower in his arms, expression unsure. Pete sighed putting the keys in the ignition and returning to Patrick. He paused by the bench and picked up Joe’s semi-automatic and a cartridge of sliver bullets.
“Come on dude, it’ll be fine, look we’ll take the silver bullets as well” Pete offered loading the gun and holstering it in his belt.
“If something bad happens, if someone attacks us or even looks at us sideways we’re coming home, understood?” Patrick asked with no hint of questioning in his voice.
“Absolutely” Pete agreed swinging around behind him and pushing him towards the car. Patrick got into his seat and pulled his seatbelt on trying not to think about the risks they where about to take and for what meager gain. Pete hopped into the drivers seat and turned the keys. He drove them out of the gym and down the driveway leading to the street as quietly as he could.
The trip to the cinema was a mostly relaxed one, the radio being the only thing making noise and in the time that went by Patrick pondered Pete’s new life-after-death. With a glance at him Patrick lamented the space it had put between them. It had not been long ago that Pete would entertain him for hours with hair-brained idea’s and impossible schemes. When they would confide their secrets and fears in each other to diminish the ferocity of their problems. When Pete would laugh at Patrick’s jokes no matter where they were, in the same room or thousands of miles away. Despite their proximity since becoming hunters, and at that moment as Pete sat inches across from him, Patrick had never felt Pete’s absence like this. It was like Pete had fallen apart leaving him scrabbling to piece the puzzle back together. Patrick sighed absentmindedly as Pete pulled into a parking spot. He had barely realized they were there.
“What’s up?” Pete said pulling out the keys and opening his car door.
“Hmm?” Patrick said returning his wandering gaze to Pete “Nothing, uh just wanna get this over and done with so we can go home”
Pete didn’t flinch but Patrick could almost feel his disappointment at his lack of enthusiasm. Patrick got out, shut the car door and slung the flamethrower over his shoulder as Pete walked a few feet ahead. A couple of quick steps saw Patrick at Pete’s side, their long shadows trailing behind, hiding from the light of the lamp posts at the end of the street.
“There’s only ten minutes left” Pete said speeding his pace just slightly “Do you want me to run ahead and get the tickets?” Patrick was about to reply when he noticed something that made him stop dead in his tracks, eyes trained to the street light not far off. Pete frowned following Patrick’s gaze.
There under the plain white glow of the artificial light and above the cracked grey pavement was a man. He was leaning casually on the pole studying something in his hands, like a pocket watch, which glinted flecks of silver across his pale skin. The corner of his mouth curled upwards revealing sharp canines though he didn’t look up, short chestnut locks hanging about his face. Patrick registered Pete moving a step closer but wasn’t sure if it was a defensive or protective move.
“This is pretty good hunting grounds you know” the man’s voice was young, he couldn’t have been older than Pete or Patrick in appearance or tone but exact age was impossible to guess. When he had died neither hunter could tell “Pickings are getting a bit thin on the ground these days though…no more guys going on dates with chicks. Just the occasional…” he paused throwing them a sideways glance, eyes blue “idiot”
Patrick glared hands lose, ready to swing the flamethrower into his arms.
“Since I am so low on prey though and you've already caught something can we share?” it was now apparent that the vampire was talking to Pete “Then maybe we can both go out after looking for something prettier? Or at least bigger”
Patrick saw Pete square his shoulders but he didn’t speak. The vampire threw his hands up as if to say ‘not to offend’ an expression to match.
"I'm not insulting you, like I said pickings are bad these days…" he continued conversationally before cocking his head to the side expression inquisitive “…or is he something else to you…is he yours alone?”
“You’re fucking right he’s mine, you touch him and I’ll end you” Pete snarled, the first words he’d said to the vampire, unafraid and unapologetic. Patrick’s stomach twisted. All sensors trained to the blue-eyed vampire ahead as something ticked away in the back of his mind.
Patrick knew why Pete wasn’t flogging their hunter status pretending to be an overprotective predator instead. If this vampire realized Pete out classed him in strength he would most likely give up and wait for easier game whereas if Pete warned him of who they were the young vampire might involve his clan or even alert the Dandies. It was simply better to try and talk the vampire out of attacking. Yet the low growl that continued to rumble in the back of Pete’s throat was hard and beyond a lie. Patrick wanted to glance at him but at that moment the vampire turned to face them head on, still leaning on the pole and pocketed the tiny clock in his leather jacket.
“Pity” he said face growing more serious “It’s always better to hunt in groups of three”
Suddenly out of the blackness behind him, a slight fog swirling in his wake, another vampire pelted, skin nearly as dark as the night with long dreads and fangs bared. He charged at them Pete returning the action and tackled him to the ground, the sound of skin smacking asphalt no less sickening than when it happened between humans. Patrick swore using the strap to pull the flamethrower into his hands and aimed at the vampire attacking Pete. Through the crosshairs the two vampires grappled in front of him, Patrick following finger waiting for its chance on the trigger.
"Pete, get out of the god damn way!" Patrick shouted but as the last word left his mouth the flamethrower bashed against his body throwing him back. The blue-eyed vampire had punched the gun sending Patrick thumping into the ground. Patrick's reflexes where fast though and to the new guns credit it bore barely a scratch as Patrick whipped it back blasting the young vampire. He ducked to the right, his leather jacket catching alight and grabbed Patrick by the ankle as Patrick yelped. While he patted the fire on his arm out with one hand he tossed a struggling Patrick into the air with the other. He came down landing on his feet, the momentum and the weight of the gun toppling him to his knees. The younger one took a moment to glance at his partner unintentionally giving Patrick a chance to aim.
"It's about time I fought a vampire with balls" Pete snarled as he kicked the vampire off him and stood "Dandy fighting is too-" he pulled his fist back the other vampire only now getting up "regimented!" Pete's uppercut connected like a car crash into his stomach and he flew back.
"Patrick, how’s it going dude?" Pete called as he leapt after his enemy.
"I'll have him down soon!" Patrick called his confidence annoying the younger vampire who leapt left and right as Patrick blasted torrents of flame at him.
"Hunter" he snapped running at Patrick, dodging a blast then finishing the pelt with a knee to Patrick’s ribs "You're not as good as you think you are"
The air was compressed out of Patrick's lungs and his hand flew to feel his side unsure of the state of his ribs. The hit was quickly followed by another to the face and whatever he’d managed to inhale was battered out with a cry of pain. His glasses fell breaking on the concrete sidewalk. Patrick lifted the flamethrower and took a blind shot. The blue-eyed vampire jumped back scorching his hand in the jet of fire as he tried to retreat. Patrick staggered gasping fruitlessly his raking intake of breath reaching Pete's ears. His head turned to stare watching as the weapon keeping Patrick safe slipped out of his hands, his knees the next to give away. Pete could almost see the water in Patrick's eyes as his mouth hung wide trying to find oxygen. His body pivoted to face Patrick lunging forward but another collided with his rolling him away. In a second he was pinned by the dark vampire but Pete's neck craned to Patrick once more as the younger vampire began to advance. Pete snarled shoving at the dark vampire’s arms and biceps but he'd had managed to soundly pin Pete and sneered.
"Watch your boy go down punk" he spat. Patrick scrambled to his feet clumsy and shaking as he tried to back away. The punch the vampire had dealt him had not been a bad hit, more to disorientate than anything but it left Patrick reeling and his winded state hadn’t eased completely yet breathing loud and rasping. It was a sound Pete had not heard from Patrick before and it shook him to his very core. Pete turned his attention to the vampire detaining him and let go of one of the vampire’s arms. With his free hand he pressed hard into the monsters chest sending him into convulsions, sparks and static sound biting the air. Pete frantically looked to back to Patrick. The blue-eyed vampire had him a few feet from the alley wall but strangely didn't make to taste him. Instead he drew his burned fist back behind his head, took a swift step forward and belted Patrick in the face.
"NO!" Pete roared, voice echoing through the empty street. Patrick's body twisted sharply from the head and hit the brick wall behind him with a cry. Pete heaved the now dead vampire off him and jumped to his feet. The blue-eyed vampire reached for Patrick dragging him up the wall by the lapels so he was standing against it.
"You're so much prettier when you bleed" he purred moving closer. A gunshot sung hiding Patrick's cries and the young vampires arm flew back. He yelped as a second shot hit him. A few more and he was trying to escape but it was too late, Pete stood over him and he crawled away from Patrick. Pete grasped the vampire and held him still aiming the silver bullet semi-automatic at his heart. Pete was met with heartless harsh eyes and a callous expression rarely seen on a face so young.
"You'll never be one of them again" he barked gesturing to Patrick tone low and cold. Pete pulled the trigger and the vampire jolted from the fatal wound. As his eyes grew dim, he grinned and before Pete realized what he was doing the palm that had just brutally beaten Patrick smeared blood over Pete's face, thick and from ear to ear. His shock was momentary. The after effect was devastating.
The tang of Patrick's blood crawled across his skin, over his trembling lips, under his nose and touched his eyelids. It was an assault on every sense. He could almost taste Patrick through his pores and he trembled under the effort of holding his flicking tongue behind his teeth, tracing his fangs hungrily instead. The wet felt warm on his skin as a slight breeze blew past. Everything became hazy and the dying vampire passed from his hands, Pete's hooded eyes turning back to the wall. Patrick was slumped against it gazing back at him moans now quieting to hard breathing.
The right side of his face was bruised, purple bubbles of colour surfacing on his pale sweaty skin; the left side was concealed in shadows. His lip was broken and blood was dribbling from the corner of his mouth down to his neck. The punch had left flecks of carmine spotting Patrick’s face and his body twitched with after-shock. The brick wall had left angry sharp grazes. Pete could hear his pulse pounding against his ribcage at the scene and he was torn. While his heart gasped concern and rage his body screamed with craving. He could see the fear growing in Patrick’s eyes but somehow that only made him look lovelier. The small part of Pete’s brain that was still functioning on a rational human level told him how wrong that was but he was barely listening to it anymore. His body began towards Patrick dragging his feet behind him.
Patrick shakily edged away using the wall to support himself breathing husky at best but even with Pete's slow pace he caught up to Patrick in moments. Pete put his hand out resting it on the cold red bricks blocking Patrick’s escape route. Out of the corner of his eye Patrick could see Pete's black pupils dancing over every feature carefully taking him in. The right side of Patrick’s face burned hot with agony. Pete leaned closer till they where scarcely more than an inch apart. He moved his face so his chin almost traced Patrick's expression from his brow to over his left blushed cheekbone and jaw. Pete observed Patrick like a work of art. His hand hovered lightly over Patrick's beaten cheek once again so close Patrick could almost feel it but it wouldn’t come to rest. Pete wouldn't touch him.
"Are you ok?" Pete whispered over Patrick's lips, eyes half closed unable to look away from the lush dripping at the corner of Patrick's mouth. The concern was clear in Pete’s voice but all Patrick could think of was his proximity and the smear of crimson over his face.
"No" Patrick said hoarsely head firmly pressed against the wall behind him, as far back as he could get. He took a trembling breath again "Pete back up"
"I can't" the words where barely audible.
"Pete did you have the blend tonight?" Patrick asked and Pete shuddered holding his breath for a moment.
He shook his head before letting out his lungs with a weak.
"No"
Patrick couldn't hide his distress now. Without the blend Pete was less resistant to the smell of blood. He had been in many battles where Patrick, Joe and Andy had bled in his presence before but thanks to the blend he'd been able to remain fairly subdued.
"Why?" Patrick rasped a slight stab of anger, "Why didn't you take it?"
"Don't know…I wasn't thinking…I just wanted to see the movie" Pete spoke of the film that now seemed of such meager importance "I wanted to get here on time…"
Patrick let out a cracked moan face contorting under the pain and a shiver vibrated through Pete.
"Patrick" Pete said softly, desperately "be with me" Patrick squinted through the ache to look at Pete who was still impossibly close.
"What?" he coughed.
"Please…they don't understand. No-one does, not even you. But you could….if you'd let me…" Pete pleaded gently sentences limping out, words wounded "I'm a freak to vampires, I'm a monster to humans…I'm a stranger to friends…please Patrick… let me change you"
"Pete…I can't…I don't…" Patrick stuttered shocked at what Pete was asking of him.
"…I'm so lonely…I miss you knowing me like you did before" Pete continued running the tip of his nose down Patrick’s neck following the blood trickling down.
Patrick drew in a long coarse breath closing his eyes and trying to move his neck out of the way in the small space he had between Pete mouth and his arm blocking the way. He knew now Pete had been feeling exactly the same as he had all these months passed.
"…then we have to find another way. I don't want to be a vampire" Patrick stated regret thick in his voice.
"I could make it painless, you know that" Pete whispered, ghosting skin "I could make it feel-" Patrick pursed his mouth shaking his head eyes squeezed shut.
"Look at me" Pete said while Patrick remained still.
"Trick, look at me" he repeated and in his voice Patrick could hear the misery. He knew how much it was hurting Pete that he was cowering before him. Though he knew it was unfair of Pete to ask him to undergo the thing that was making him suffer so acutely Pete's current plea was much simpler. Patrick opened his eyes the bruised muscles around his right eye stinging. Pete stood before him the light gone from his irises, behind his long fringe an expression of bereft longing reached out to him. Patrick watched him for a few long minutes before he realized the hand hovering over his wounded cheek had come to rest just below his ear. It was a light touch not meant to hold him still and if Patrick needed to he could leave. Pete was curiously giving him the option. Patrick wondered how much Pete didn't want to do this to him. He wasn't stupid; he knew what Patrick would go through being outcast and hated. All the same he couldn't seem to make himself stop.
Pete's thumb idly brushed against Patrick's sideburns before he leaned in. He gradually came nearer pausing occasionally till he touched Patrick’s cheek taking just as much time to part his lips and give the beaten skin a lap. The velvet warmth of Pete's tongue on Patrick's cheek was strange but with every lick the throbbing there faded a little more. Pete worked his way around Patrick’s eye and hairline dutifully wiping away saliva with his sleeve as he did. The bruises, cuts and contusions faded under Pete’s healing chemical makeup.
Despite the oddity of the situation their closeness felt surprisingly comforting and after a time Patrick relaxed easing himself to lean against the wall behind him. There was something attentive and affectionate about the way Pete healed his wounds that made Patrick calm. For a moment Patrick even allowed his eyes to shut. He could feel Pete moving lower and grabbed his shoulders instinctively to prevent him from getting too close to his split lip but Pete's tongue had stopped at the corner of his mouth. Patrick's eyes shot back open. The specks of blood over Patrick's cheek had been sweet but the flavor had been spread, here it flowed concentrated and fresh. Pete could feel the taste burning in him as it ran over the tip of his tongue in its tiny existential rivulet. He moaned quietly and closed the gap.
Patrick jumped as Pete kissed him alternating between licking and sucking on his lips till they too where healed. Unlike before where he had kept some kind of reign over himself Pete lost partial control fusing their lips together kissing him in earnest. Patrick felt the change in Pete; he was no longer attempting to heal as he passionately tasted him savoring the blood inside. Patrick could feel his heart racing faster as with a whine Pete pushed through deeper. He didn't hover long inside withdrawing as soon as he could stand knowing Patrick was already short on breath. As Patrick gasped Pete continued to fervently lick the path of blood to his neck. Pete came to a halt as he reached Patrick's jugular. Patrick's heartbeat raced a rhythm against Pete's hungry mouth.
He lowered his head to Patrick’s shoulder nuzzling his neck and leaning against him.
"Let me do it" he spoke into Patrick's neck "Please"
Pete’s arm wound ever so carefully around Patrick’s waist, the other that hand been below his ear fell to his side as he continued to nestle on the nape of Patrick’s neck.
“Please” he whispered lips brushing skin as he did so.
“Pete” Patrick murmured apology in his voice “No”
Pete pressed his lips into Patrick’s neck.
"No" Patrick breathed more urgently.
"Patrick" Pete mumbled.
There was a loud clicking sound and Pete finally froze. Under his tilted jaw he could feel the pressure of cold metal. He had been so caught up he didn't notice Patrick snatch the semi-automatic from his belt. Silence fell between them; Pete hovering little more than an inch from Patrick’s jugular, Patrick holding firm, lips pressed together in a thin breakable line.
"You'll have to do it" Pete hushed. Patrick shook his head.
"I won't blame you"
"Let go…don't make me" Patrick said shaking fingers gripping the gun tighter, his arm pushing futility against Pete’s chest "don't make me treat you like them"
"You'll have to… " Pete whispered.
Patrick could feel it all as it happened. Pete's mouth opened tongue lapping once before four tiny sharp teeth punctured his skin. The pain was only secondary followed quickly by a kind of hot sensation bursting away at all angles from that spot. It glided down the back of his neck and spine, out to fingertips and toes and filled him till he could actually feel Pete. It was like a connection had been placed between them allowing them to sense each other’s feelings. Patrick could feel all Pete's sorrow, longing, loneliness, memory of life and his most intense pleasure at drinking blood. Patrick dropped the gun lacing his fingers into Pete's hair barely able to take the inhuman emotion of bloodlust. He forgot his plea to remain human, he forgot he was a hunter, he forgot wanting to save New Chicago and all that was important to him, all but Pete who was swallowing any sense Patrick had left in him.
He pulled Pete closer hands massaging and gripping Pete’s raven locks, body moving under instinct. Pete’s arms wound further around Patrick’s waist and they fell back against the wall behind Patrick. Pete could barely believe the sensation of drinking Patrick’s blood. It was so pure, so sweet and so perfect he almost lost himself in it. Patrick could feel the gentle suction on his neck as his mind tried to grasp Pete’s, hold it and keep it. There in the beautiful deep black warmth Patrick understood why Pete had wanted to drink his lifeblood for so long. They reached through the void in the darkness and found each other again so whole and complete and young. Patrick felt his heart beat pitter and patter like rain and he knew he would never feel the same again.
After what seemed like a lifetime Pete felt Patrick’s hands loosening and he could hear Patrick’s thoughts waning. He called out to Patrick but could hear him no longer. Pete sensed Patrick's legs growing weak. His consciousness began to fade from Pete all together and he started to panic. He bit down harder trying to retain that sense of the man he’d cared for so many years and had finally found whole again but all he got for it was a jolt from Patrick’s chest. Pete’s eyes shot open as the haze vanished and he realized he was killing Patrick.
All at once he pulled his teeth from Patrick’s skin, licked over the wounds and shoved himself away. He hit the ground coughing and spluttering while Patrick sunk down the wall to sit against it barely able to remain upright. From the ground and the dust Pete's gaze flicked up at his pray. Patrick leant against the wall perfectly healed face almost transparent in its pallid appearance. There where dark rings around his eyes and his chapped lips hung open as he gazed blankly at the ground. It wasn't till his blond eyelashes slid down and up that Pete dared to stir. Pete sniffed loudly gritting his teeth. His knees curled up against his chest. Tears trickled across the ridge of Pete’s nose as he cried.
"I'm sorry" he wept repeating the words like a prayer "I'm sorry"
Patrick turned his glassy green eyes on Pete but didn't say anything.
"I…" Pete tried to find the words amongst the bitter fear and regret. His eyes squeezed shut "….it was so…I’m sorry"
Patrick fell forward to his hands, dust moving under his knuckles and palms as he inched over to Pete. When he reached Pete he slumped onto Pete's back, right arm over Pete's side, head resting on a shuddering shoulder blade Pete taking his weight as though Patrick where a pillow. At the sensation of Patrick holding him Pete began to calm and his erratic breathing eventually returned to normal.
"Take us home…." Patrick's rasp came out quietly "It's dangerous here"
Pete's eyes shot open as he heard Patrick’s words and their meaning. On the wall, the concrete, on their very surroundings lay droplets and smudges of Patrick's blood glinting like rubies in the white distant lights. Pete could smell the scent potent in the air though after having drunk from Patrick it ceased to drive him wild for the moment. He knew they would be coming from all around. He could hear rustling in the streets like rats coming for a meal.
"I can't stand…"
Wasting no more time Pete's hand reached behind him and pulled Patrick's arm further over his shoulder then with a quick lift stood. Patrick slumped against his back as Pete carried him to the car and placed him in the back seats. Once Patrick was secure Pete leapt into the front seat, locked the doors and hit the ignition. With a loud screech they left the scene and burned back towards the school.
Patrick lay across the seats staring at Pete's headrest while outside the blurs of lights signaled street lamps flying by. The leather of the seats and the carpet below made a good backdrop for Patrick's thoughts.
"I understand" Patrick said gently. When no reply came he continued.
"I understand how you feel. I don't know how you resisted for so long but I know what you've suffered" he passed his fingertips over the slight indentations in his neck "and what happened is ok"
"…I…I'm so sorry…"
Patrick sighed knowing he had to reassure Pete they were fine, or that they would be. He mustered his strength and sat up gripping the armrest for support. Patrick then leant against the driver’s seat resting his chin on the shoulder of the chair from behind. In the review mirror Patrick could see Pete's face and his own. His eyes wondered over to the area between Pete's hoodie and his ear. He leaned over and pressed his lips to the back of Pete’s neck with the same kind of tenderness Pete had used when healing him. He felt Pete flinch a little under the action but when he broke the kiss he didn't move away and Pete quickly relaxed. Patrick sunk back to the seats and closed his eyes. In moments he gave in to sleep trusting Pete would let no harm come to him.
Once Pete sensed Patrick's slumber he looked over his shoulder observing him curled up and almost peaceful. His expression was so gentle and he looked so delicate, like the Patrick fresh out of High School on their first tour tired and missing home. He would always be that boy at heart. He felt that for Patrick's soul and all that he was Pete would fight for New Chicago and die if need be. He'd felt Patrick's heart inside his and he knew. His skin was warm again for the first time since he had died because Patrick’s blood ran through his veins heating them. He felt light because Patrick had said it was ok to feel this way just this once and he felt at home because finally someone knew how he felt. Someone could look him in the eyes and say 'I understand what you’re going through' and mean it. Better than all this he knew how Patrick felt.
Pete looked back to the road accepting the fact that they would probably never be the same again but he didn't mind so much. In a time like this, in a place like this amongst the rubble and debris of a city worth fighting for it amazed Pete that people could still fall in love with all the ferocity their car-crash hearts would allow.
A/N: *shuffles in* um, I hope you enjoyed it I have an idea for another one shot fic like this one and it'll probably be called something like Case 311 or something. It won't be a follow on from this as far as story line goes it's sort of a 'a few months before' thing. But if I get around to it at all it won't be for at least a month (last term of first year uni wants my soul on a silver platter) don't hold out hope though…while I like that idea I might have waited too long to write it. we'll see, we'll see. Reviews help XD Love S
p.s. oh yeah if you find any spelling errors ect dont feel bad about pointing them out i'm quite tired tonight but i really wanted to just edit and post otherwise it'll never get done so i haven't even really done a last check read over. thank you!
Author: seraph05
Rating: PG-14
Fandom: Fall Out Boy
Warnings: bloodlust, wee bit of swearing
Pairing: Patrick/Pete
Disclaimer: A haiku - Peterick Fanfic. Don't Sue Penniless Authors. Fall Out Boy Aren't Mine.
Summary: Case report 315: It’s been two weeks since escaping the 21st district police station and Beckett’s newly changed lieutenant. I should have expected this turn of events but somehow it didn’t occur to me till the cuffs where on my wrists. Luckily we all got out. Everyone has been healing well and none of us have suffered complications from our injuries though Pete’s getting more restless by the hour. The blend is becoming less effective every day that passes. Any moment now I expect him to try and convince us to go out on a hunt, but it’s still too soon. Beckett must not have another opportunity to take us down and while ever our weapons remain impounded and the new ones are unfinished we can go no-where.
A/N: Hey just wanted to let you all know that this one shot fic is set in my “A Little Less Sixteen Candles…” fanfic called “Of Vampires And Rockstars”. You don’t need to have read my fic to get this Peterick (and in fact it’s kind of an AU of OVAR) but I just thought you might be interested to know. This is where all my pent up Peterick went while writing that fic XD Enjoy.
Case report 315: It’s been two weeks since escaping the 21st district police station and Beckett’s newly changed lieutenant. I should have expected this turn of events but somehow it didn’t occur to me till the cuffs where on my wrists. Luckily we all got out. Everyone has been healing well and none of us have suffered complications from our injuries though Pete’s getting more restless by the hour. The blend is becoming less effective every day that passes. Any moment now I expect him to try and convince us to go out on a hunt, but it’s still too soon. Beckett must not have another opportunity to take us down and while ever our weapons remain impounded and the new ones are unfinished we can go no-where.
Patrick’s hand movement faltered as he realized he was being watched. He looked up from his leather bound journal and weapons work space to see Pete lounging on the far couch studying him. His foot was twitching impatiently and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest, eyes narrowed. Patrick frowned defensively.
“What?”
“Do you really want to know?” Pete retorted sulkily.
“Yeah you’re like glaring at me for no reason dude, what’s up?” Patrick said putting down his pencil.
“Joe and Andy are asleep” Pete said tilting his head slightly in the direction of their comrades rooms.
“…yeah? It’s early so?” Patrick prompted when Pete didn’t continue.
“You’ve finished one and a half guns” Pete listed gaze leaving Patrick to cruise the shiny surface of the large new flame thrower that lay on the bench beside him.
“uh huh, one and a half down, one and a half to go” Patrick agreed beginning to question the usefulness of this discussion and whether Pete was just toying with him to slake his boredom.
“They won’t be up for hours yet cause they where up late yesterday right?” Pete asked of Joe and Andy. Patrick sighed head dropping momentarily.
“Is the sky blue? Yes Pete, Andy and Joe where up well into the day watching something on TV so they probably won’t be up till after midnight does this conversation have a point?” Patrick asked.
“So even though we have one perfectly fine flame thrower, hours of nothing but fixing and waiting ahead of us, and behind us, I can already tell that when I suggest we go out and catch a flick you’re not going to agree even though I know you’re dying to see the new Bloodlust movie” Pete replied curtly.
“Yeah” Patrick said casually without a second thought and returned to his journal “Besides you’re the one who wants to see Bloodlust, I was never that into the TV show”
Pete let out an exasperated sigh and stood marching over to the weapons desk while Patrick ignored him.
“Patty cakes it’s hard enough living in this vampire infested New Chicago and then actually being part of the rebellion, hell we run it, without being emotionally slapped in the face every time I hear the stupid fucking movie add on TV when I can’t go and see it! It’s nearly out of the cinema’s it’ll be out by the end of the week, no-one will be there-” becoming agitated by Patrick’s blatant disinterest Pete slammed his hand down into the middle of Patrick’s journal forcing him to stop and look up.
“No-one will be there at the cinema’s and I am aching for a little out time, you know that. We’ll sneak out, you bring the flamethrower I’ll bring my fists and we’ll go to the cinema’s for the very next session that’s on. We’ll be back before Joe and Andy are up, they’ll never know” Pete argued forcefully.
“That’s because they would never go for this scheme and neither will I” Patrick retorted staring into Pete’s eyes, steady and unflinching. Without breaking their fervent staring contest Pete surreptitiously moved the hand that was in the middle of the journal to Patrick’s hand. He brushed his fingers across it lightly eyes pleading. Patrick didn’t flinch.
“You know there is a reason why we’re the only hunters left in New Chicago. Some of them made stupid decisions and they got killed. Others didn't and still got killed. There are dangerous vampires roaming the streets out there Pete” Patrick said with a sarcastic tone but Pete ignored him.
“I swear if you do this I won’t bug anyone again till you say we’re back on the hunt,” Pete’s said and his voice swelled with conviction “Come on”
Patrick thought for a long moment weighing up all pro’s and cons of the decision, though somewhere in his gut he knew he was defeated, the lure of having Pete behave was too much of a temptation. Eventually his eyes dropped from Pete’s issuing a submissive
“Fine”
“YES!” Pete hissed without raising his tone too loud, the last thing he wanted was to wake Joe and Andy up.
“Call the cinema’s and I’ll fill up the gun,” Patrick grumbled standing while Pete crossed the gym to the phone.
Pete dialed the number and listened intently as the monotone recorded voice read out the names of the movies and when the sessions where on. Patrick set about filling the gun. Five minutes later Pete was beside him again.
“The next one’s in an hour, so we better get to it” Pete announced, “I’ll get the keys” he walked over to the microwave and snatched them off the top then opened the roller door. He was just about to hop into the drivers seat when he saw Patrick still standing by the weapons bench flamethrower in his arms, expression unsure. Pete sighed putting the keys in the ignition and returning to Patrick. He paused by the bench and picked up Joe’s semi-automatic and a cartridge of sliver bullets.
“Come on dude, it’ll be fine, look we’ll take the silver bullets as well” Pete offered loading the gun and holstering it in his belt.
“If something bad happens, if someone attacks us or even looks at us sideways we’re coming home, understood?” Patrick asked with no hint of questioning in his voice.
“Absolutely” Pete agreed swinging around behind him and pushing him towards the car. Patrick got into his seat and pulled his seatbelt on trying not to think about the risks they where about to take and for what meager gain. Pete hopped into the drivers seat and turned the keys. He drove them out of the gym and down the driveway leading to the street as quietly as he could.
The trip to the cinema was a mostly relaxed one, the radio being the only thing making noise and in the time that went by Patrick pondered Pete’s new life-after-death. With a glance at him Patrick lamented the space it had put between them. It had not been long ago that Pete would entertain him for hours with hair-brained idea’s and impossible schemes. When they would confide their secrets and fears in each other to diminish the ferocity of their problems. When Pete would laugh at Patrick’s jokes no matter where they were, in the same room or thousands of miles away. Despite their proximity since becoming hunters, and at that moment as Pete sat inches across from him, Patrick had never felt Pete’s absence like this. It was like Pete had fallen apart leaving him scrabbling to piece the puzzle back together. Patrick sighed absentmindedly as Pete pulled into a parking spot. He had barely realized they were there.
“What’s up?” Pete said pulling out the keys and opening his car door.
“Hmm?” Patrick said returning his wandering gaze to Pete “Nothing, uh just wanna get this over and done with so we can go home”
Pete didn’t flinch but Patrick could almost feel his disappointment at his lack of enthusiasm. Patrick got out, shut the car door and slung the flamethrower over his shoulder as Pete walked a few feet ahead. A couple of quick steps saw Patrick at Pete’s side, their long shadows trailing behind, hiding from the light of the lamp posts at the end of the street.
“There’s only ten minutes left” Pete said speeding his pace just slightly “Do you want me to run ahead and get the tickets?” Patrick was about to reply when he noticed something that made him stop dead in his tracks, eyes trained to the street light not far off. Pete frowned following Patrick’s gaze.
There under the plain white glow of the artificial light and above the cracked grey pavement was a man. He was leaning casually on the pole studying something in his hands, like a pocket watch, which glinted flecks of silver across his pale skin. The corner of his mouth curled upwards revealing sharp canines though he didn’t look up, short chestnut locks hanging about his face. Patrick registered Pete moving a step closer but wasn’t sure if it was a defensive or protective move.
“This is pretty good hunting grounds you know” the man’s voice was young, he couldn’t have been older than Pete or Patrick in appearance or tone but exact age was impossible to guess. When he had died neither hunter could tell “Pickings are getting a bit thin on the ground these days though…no more guys going on dates with chicks. Just the occasional…” he paused throwing them a sideways glance, eyes blue “idiot”
Patrick glared hands lose, ready to swing the flamethrower into his arms.
“Since I am so low on prey though and you've already caught something can we share?” it was now apparent that the vampire was talking to Pete “Then maybe we can both go out after looking for something prettier? Or at least bigger”
Patrick saw Pete square his shoulders but he didn’t speak. The vampire threw his hands up as if to say ‘not to offend’ an expression to match.
"I'm not insulting you, like I said pickings are bad these days…" he continued conversationally before cocking his head to the side expression inquisitive “…or is he something else to you…is he yours alone?”
“You’re fucking right he’s mine, you touch him and I’ll end you” Pete snarled, the first words he’d said to the vampire, unafraid and unapologetic. Patrick’s stomach twisted. All sensors trained to the blue-eyed vampire ahead as something ticked away in the back of his mind.
Patrick knew why Pete wasn’t flogging their hunter status pretending to be an overprotective predator instead. If this vampire realized Pete out classed him in strength he would most likely give up and wait for easier game whereas if Pete warned him of who they were the young vampire might involve his clan or even alert the Dandies. It was simply better to try and talk the vampire out of attacking. Yet the low growl that continued to rumble in the back of Pete’s throat was hard and beyond a lie. Patrick wanted to glance at him but at that moment the vampire turned to face them head on, still leaning on the pole and pocketed the tiny clock in his leather jacket.
“Pity” he said face growing more serious “It’s always better to hunt in groups of three”
Suddenly out of the blackness behind him, a slight fog swirling in his wake, another vampire pelted, skin nearly as dark as the night with long dreads and fangs bared. He charged at them Pete returning the action and tackled him to the ground, the sound of skin smacking asphalt no less sickening than when it happened between humans. Patrick swore using the strap to pull the flamethrower into his hands and aimed at the vampire attacking Pete. Through the crosshairs the two vampires grappled in front of him, Patrick following finger waiting for its chance on the trigger.
"Pete, get out of the god damn way!" Patrick shouted but as the last word left his mouth the flamethrower bashed against his body throwing him back. The blue-eyed vampire had punched the gun sending Patrick thumping into the ground. Patrick's reflexes where fast though and to the new guns credit it bore barely a scratch as Patrick whipped it back blasting the young vampire. He ducked to the right, his leather jacket catching alight and grabbed Patrick by the ankle as Patrick yelped. While he patted the fire on his arm out with one hand he tossed a struggling Patrick into the air with the other. He came down landing on his feet, the momentum and the weight of the gun toppling him to his knees. The younger one took a moment to glance at his partner unintentionally giving Patrick a chance to aim.
"It's about time I fought a vampire with balls" Pete snarled as he kicked the vampire off him and stood "Dandy fighting is too-" he pulled his fist back the other vampire only now getting up "regimented!" Pete's uppercut connected like a car crash into his stomach and he flew back.
"Patrick, how’s it going dude?" Pete called as he leapt after his enemy.
"I'll have him down soon!" Patrick called his confidence annoying the younger vampire who leapt left and right as Patrick blasted torrents of flame at him.
"Hunter" he snapped running at Patrick, dodging a blast then finishing the pelt with a knee to Patrick’s ribs "You're not as good as you think you are"
The air was compressed out of Patrick's lungs and his hand flew to feel his side unsure of the state of his ribs. The hit was quickly followed by another to the face and whatever he’d managed to inhale was battered out with a cry of pain. His glasses fell breaking on the concrete sidewalk. Patrick lifted the flamethrower and took a blind shot. The blue-eyed vampire jumped back scorching his hand in the jet of fire as he tried to retreat. Patrick staggered gasping fruitlessly his raking intake of breath reaching Pete's ears. His head turned to stare watching as the weapon keeping Patrick safe slipped out of his hands, his knees the next to give away. Pete could almost see the water in Patrick's eyes as his mouth hung wide trying to find oxygen. His body pivoted to face Patrick lunging forward but another collided with his rolling him away. In a second he was pinned by the dark vampire but Pete's neck craned to Patrick once more as the younger vampire began to advance. Pete snarled shoving at the dark vampire’s arms and biceps but he'd had managed to soundly pin Pete and sneered.
"Watch your boy go down punk" he spat. Patrick scrambled to his feet clumsy and shaking as he tried to back away. The punch the vampire had dealt him had not been a bad hit, more to disorientate than anything but it left Patrick reeling and his winded state hadn’t eased completely yet breathing loud and rasping. It was a sound Pete had not heard from Patrick before and it shook him to his very core. Pete turned his attention to the vampire detaining him and let go of one of the vampire’s arms. With his free hand he pressed hard into the monsters chest sending him into convulsions, sparks and static sound biting the air. Pete frantically looked to back to Patrick. The blue-eyed vampire had him a few feet from the alley wall but strangely didn't make to taste him. Instead he drew his burned fist back behind his head, took a swift step forward and belted Patrick in the face.
"NO!" Pete roared, voice echoing through the empty street. Patrick's body twisted sharply from the head and hit the brick wall behind him with a cry. Pete heaved the now dead vampire off him and jumped to his feet. The blue-eyed vampire reached for Patrick dragging him up the wall by the lapels so he was standing against it.
"You're so much prettier when you bleed" he purred moving closer. A gunshot sung hiding Patrick's cries and the young vampires arm flew back. He yelped as a second shot hit him. A few more and he was trying to escape but it was too late, Pete stood over him and he crawled away from Patrick. Pete grasped the vampire and held him still aiming the silver bullet semi-automatic at his heart. Pete was met with heartless harsh eyes and a callous expression rarely seen on a face so young.
"You'll never be one of them again" he barked gesturing to Patrick tone low and cold. Pete pulled the trigger and the vampire jolted from the fatal wound. As his eyes grew dim, he grinned and before Pete realized what he was doing the palm that had just brutally beaten Patrick smeared blood over Pete's face, thick and from ear to ear. His shock was momentary. The after effect was devastating.
The tang of Patrick's blood crawled across his skin, over his trembling lips, under his nose and touched his eyelids. It was an assault on every sense. He could almost taste Patrick through his pores and he trembled under the effort of holding his flicking tongue behind his teeth, tracing his fangs hungrily instead. The wet felt warm on his skin as a slight breeze blew past. Everything became hazy and the dying vampire passed from his hands, Pete's hooded eyes turning back to the wall. Patrick was slumped against it gazing back at him moans now quieting to hard breathing.
The right side of his face was bruised, purple bubbles of colour surfacing on his pale sweaty skin; the left side was concealed in shadows. His lip was broken and blood was dribbling from the corner of his mouth down to his neck. The punch had left flecks of carmine spotting Patrick’s face and his body twitched with after-shock. The brick wall had left angry sharp grazes. Pete could hear his pulse pounding against his ribcage at the scene and he was torn. While his heart gasped concern and rage his body screamed with craving. He could see the fear growing in Patrick’s eyes but somehow that only made him look lovelier. The small part of Pete’s brain that was still functioning on a rational human level told him how wrong that was but he was barely listening to it anymore. His body began towards Patrick dragging his feet behind him.
Patrick shakily edged away using the wall to support himself breathing husky at best but even with Pete's slow pace he caught up to Patrick in moments. Pete put his hand out resting it on the cold red bricks blocking Patrick’s escape route. Out of the corner of his eye Patrick could see Pete's black pupils dancing over every feature carefully taking him in. The right side of Patrick’s face burned hot with agony. Pete leaned closer till they where scarcely more than an inch apart. He moved his face so his chin almost traced Patrick's expression from his brow to over his left blushed cheekbone and jaw. Pete observed Patrick like a work of art. His hand hovered lightly over Patrick's beaten cheek once again so close Patrick could almost feel it but it wouldn’t come to rest. Pete wouldn't touch him.
"Are you ok?" Pete whispered over Patrick's lips, eyes half closed unable to look away from the lush dripping at the corner of Patrick's mouth. The concern was clear in Pete’s voice but all Patrick could think of was his proximity and the smear of crimson over his face.
"No" Patrick said hoarsely head firmly pressed against the wall behind him, as far back as he could get. He took a trembling breath again "Pete back up"
"I can't" the words where barely audible.
"Pete did you have the blend tonight?" Patrick asked and Pete shuddered holding his breath for a moment.
He shook his head before letting out his lungs with a weak.
"No"
Patrick couldn't hide his distress now. Without the blend Pete was less resistant to the smell of blood. He had been in many battles where Patrick, Joe and Andy had bled in his presence before but thanks to the blend he'd been able to remain fairly subdued.
"Why?" Patrick rasped a slight stab of anger, "Why didn't you take it?"
"Don't know…I wasn't thinking…I just wanted to see the movie" Pete spoke of the film that now seemed of such meager importance "I wanted to get here on time…"
Patrick let out a cracked moan face contorting under the pain and a shiver vibrated through Pete.
"Patrick" Pete said softly, desperately "be with me" Patrick squinted through the ache to look at Pete who was still impossibly close.
"What?" he coughed.
"Please…they don't understand. No-one does, not even you. But you could….if you'd let me…" Pete pleaded gently sentences limping out, words wounded "I'm a freak to vampires, I'm a monster to humans…I'm a stranger to friends…please Patrick… let me change you"
"Pete…I can't…I don't…" Patrick stuttered shocked at what Pete was asking of him.
"…I'm so lonely…I miss you knowing me like you did before" Pete continued running the tip of his nose down Patrick’s neck following the blood trickling down.
Patrick drew in a long coarse breath closing his eyes and trying to move his neck out of the way in the small space he had between Pete mouth and his arm blocking the way. He knew now Pete had been feeling exactly the same as he had all these months passed.
"…then we have to find another way. I don't want to be a vampire" Patrick stated regret thick in his voice.
"I could make it painless, you know that" Pete whispered, ghosting skin "I could make it feel-" Patrick pursed his mouth shaking his head eyes squeezed shut.
"Look at me" Pete said while Patrick remained still.
"Trick, look at me" he repeated and in his voice Patrick could hear the misery. He knew how much it was hurting Pete that he was cowering before him. Though he knew it was unfair of Pete to ask him to undergo the thing that was making him suffer so acutely Pete's current plea was much simpler. Patrick opened his eyes the bruised muscles around his right eye stinging. Pete stood before him the light gone from his irises, behind his long fringe an expression of bereft longing reached out to him. Patrick watched him for a few long minutes before he realized the hand hovering over his wounded cheek had come to rest just below his ear. It was a light touch not meant to hold him still and if Patrick needed to he could leave. Pete was curiously giving him the option. Patrick wondered how much Pete didn't want to do this to him. He wasn't stupid; he knew what Patrick would go through being outcast and hated. All the same he couldn't seem to make himself stop.
Pete's thumb idly brushed against Patrick's sideburns before he leaned in. He gradually came nearer pausing occasionally till he touched Patrick’s cheek taking just as much time to part his lips and give the beaten skin a lap. The velvet warmth of Pete's tongue on Patrick's cheek was strange but with every lick the throbbing there faded a little more. Pete worked his way around Patrick’s eye and hairline dutifully wiping away saliva with his sleeve as he did. The bruises, cuts and contusions faded under Pete’s healing chemical makeup.
Despite the oddity of the situation their closeness felt surprisingly comforting and after a time Patrick relaxed easing himself to lean against the wall behind him. There was something attentive and affectionate about the way Pete healed his wounds that made Patrick calm. For a moment Patrick even allowed his eyes to shut. He could feel Pete moving lower and grabbed his shoulders instinctively to prevent him from getting too close to his split lip but Pete's tongue had stopped at the corner of his mouth. Patrick's eyes shot back open. The specks of blood over Patrick's cheek had been sweet but the flavor had been spread, here it flowed concentrated and fresh. Pete could feel the taste burning in him as it ran over the tip of his tongue in its tiny existential rivulet. He moaned quietly and closed the gap.
Patrick jumped as Pete kissed him alternating between licking and sucking on his lips till they too where healed. Unlike before where he had kept some kind of reign over himself Pete lost partial control fusing their lips together kissing him in earnest. Patrick felt the change in Pete; he was no longer attempting to heal as he passionately tasted him savoring the blood inside. Patrick could feel his heart racing faster as with a whine Pete pushed through deeper. He didn't hover long inside withdrawing as soon as he could stand knowing Patrick was already short on breath. As Patrick gasped Pete continued to fervently lick the path of blood to his neck. Pete came to a halt as he reached Patrick's jugular. Patrick's heartbeat raced a rhythm against Pete's hungry mouth.
He lowered his head to Patrick’s shoulder nuzzling his neck and leaning against him.
"Let me do it" he spoke into Patrick's neck "Please"
Pete’s arm wound ever so carefully around Patrick’s waist, the other that hand been below his ear fell to his side as he continued to nestle on the nape of Patrick’s neck.
“Please” he whispered lips brushing skin as he did so.
“Pete” Patrick murmured apology in his voice “No”
Pete pressed his lips into Patrick’s neck.
"No" Patrick breathed more urgently.
"Patrick" Pete mumbled.
There was a loud clicking sound and Pete finally froze. Under his tilted jaw he could feel the pressure of cold metal. He had been so caught up he didn't notice Patrick snatch the semi-automatic from his belt. Silence fell between them; Pete hovering little more than an inch from Patrick’s jugular, Patrick holding firm, lips pressed together in a thin breakable line.
"You'll have to do it" Pete hushed. Patrick shook his head.
"I won't blame you"
"Let go…don't make me" Patrick said shaking fingers gripping the gun tighter, his arm pushing futility against Pete’s chest "don't make me treat you like them"
"You'll have to… " Pete whispered.
Patrick could feel it all as it happened. Pete's mouth opened tongue lapping once before four tiny sharp teeth punctured his skin. The pain was only secondary followed quickly by a kind of hot sensation bursting away at all angles from that spot. It glided down the back of his neck and spine, out to fingertips and toes and filled him till he could actually feel Pete. It was like a connection had been placed between them allowing them to sense each other’s feelings. Patrick could feel all Pete's sorrow, longing, loneliness, memory of life and his most intense pleasure at drinking blood. Patrick dropped the gun lacing his fingers into Pete's hair barely able to take the inhuman emotion of bloodlust. He forgot his plea to remain human, he forgot he was a hunter, he forgot wanting to save New Chicago and all that was important to him, all but Pete who was swallowing any sense Patrick had left in him.
He pulled Pete closer hands massaging and gripping Pete’s raven locks, body moving under instinct. Pete’s arms wound further around Patrick’s waist and they fell back against the wall behind Patrick. Pete could barely believe the sensation of drinking Patrick’s blood. It was so pure, so sweet and so perfect he almost lost himself in it. Patrick could feel the gentle suction on his neck as his mind tried to grasp Pete’s, hold it and keep it. There in the beautiful deep black warmth Patrick understood why Pete had wanted to drink his lifeblood for so long. They reached through the void in the darkness and found each other again so whole and complete and young. Patrick felt his heart beat pitter and patter like rain and he knew he would never feel the same again.
After what seemed like a lifetime Pete felt Patrick’s hands loosening and he could hear Patrick’s thoughts waning. He called out to Patrick but could hear him no longer. Pete sensed Patrick's legs growing weak. His consciousness began to fade from Pete all together and he started to panic. He bit down harder trying to retain that sense of the man he’d cared for so many years and had finally found whole again but all he got for it was a jolt from Patrick’s chest. Pete’s eyes shot open as the haze vanished and he realized he was killing Patrick.
All at once he pulled his teeth from Patrick’s skin, licked over the wounds and shoved himself away. He hit the ground coughing and spluttering while Patrick sunk down the wall to sit against it barely able to remain upright. From the ground and the dust Pete's gaze flicked up at his pray. Patrick leant against the wall perfectly healed face almost transparent in its pallid appearance. There where dark rings around his eyes and his chapped lips hung open as he gazed blankly at the ground. It wasn't till his blond eyelashes slid down and up that Pete dared to stir. Pete sniffed loudly gritting his teeth. His knees curled up against his chest. Tears trickled across the ridge of Pete’s nose as he cried.
"I'm sorry" he wept repeating the words like a prayer "I'm sorry"
Patrick turned his glassy green eyes on Pete but didn't say anything.
"I…" Pete tried to find the words amongst the bitter fear and regret. His eyes squeezed shut "….it was so…I’m sorry"
Patrick fell forward to his hands, dust moving under his knuckles and palms as he inched over to Pete. When he reached Pete he slumped onto Pete's back, right arm over Pete's side, head resting on a shuddering shoulder blade Pete taking his weight as though Patrick where a pillow. At the sensation of Patrick holding him Pete began to calm and his erratic breathing eventually returned to normal.
"Take us home…." Patrick's rasp came out quietly "It's dangerous here"
Pete's eyes shot open as he heard Patrick’s words and their meaning. On the wall, the concrete, on their very surroundings lay droplets and smudges of Patrick's blood glinting like rubies in the white distant lights. Pete could smell the scent potent in the air though after having drunk from Patrick it ceased to drive him wild for the moment. He knew they would be coming from all around. He could hear rustling in the streets like rats coming for a meal.
"I can't stand…"
Wasting no more time Pete's hand reached behind him and pulled Patrick's arm further over his shoulder then with a quick lift stood. Patrick slumped against his back as Pete carried him to the car and placed him in the back seats. Once Patrick was secure Pete leapt into the front seat, locked the doors and hit the ignition. With a loud screech they left the scene and burned back towards the school.
Patrick lay across the seats staring at Pete's headrest while outside the blurs of lights signaled street lamps flying by. The leather of the seats and the carpet below made a good backdrop for Patrick's thoughts.
"I understand" Patrick said gently. When no reply came he continued.
"I understand how you feel. I don't know how you resisted for so long but I know what you've suffered" he passed his fingertips over the slight indentations in his neck "and what happened is ok"
"…I…I'm so sorry…"
Patrick sighed knowing he had to reassure Pete they were fine, or that they would be. He mustered his strength and sat up gripping the armrest for support. Patrick then leant against the driver’s seat resting his chin on the shoulder of the chair from behind. In the review mirror Patrick could see Pete's face and his own. His eyes wondered over to the area between Pete's hoodie and his ear. He leaned over and pressed his lips to the back of Pete’s neck with the same kind of tenderness Pete had used when healing him. He felt Pete flinch a little under the action but when he broke the kiss he didn't move away and Pete quickly relaxed. Patrick sunk back to the seats and closed his eyes. In moments he gave in to sleep trusting Pete would let no harm come to him.
Once Pete sensed Patrick's slumber he looked over his shoulder observing him curled up and almost peaceful. His expression was so gentle and he looked so delicate, like the Patrick fresh out of High School on their first tour tired and missing home. He would always be that boy at heart. He felt that for Patrick's soul and all that he was Pete would fight for New Chicago and die if need be. He'd felt Patrick's heart inside his and he knew. His skin was warm again for the first time since he had died because Patrick’s blood ran through his veins heating them. He felt light because Patrick had said it was ok to feel this way just this once and he felt at home because finally someone knew how he felt. Someone could look him in the eyes and say 'I understand what you’re going through' and mean it. Better than all this he knew how Patrick felt.
Pete looked back to the road accepting the fact that they would probably never be the same again but he didn't mind so much. In a time like this, in a place like this amongst the rubble and debris of a city worth fighting for it amazed Pete that people could still fall in love with all the ferocity their car-crash hearts would allow.
A/N: *shuffles in* um, I hope you enjoyed it I have an idea for another one shot fic like this one and it'll probably be called something like Case 311 or something. It won't be a follow on from this as far as story line goes it's sort of a 'a few months before' thing. But if I get around to it at all it won't be for at least a month (last term of first year uni wants my soul on a silver platter) don't hold out hope though…while I like that idea I might have waited too long to write it. we'll see, we'll see. Reviews help XD Love S
p.s. oh yeah if you find any spelling errors ect dont feel bad about pointing them out i'm quite tired tonight but i really wanted to just edit and post otherwise it'll never get done so i haven't even really done a last check read over. thank you!