Does It Have To Be This Way?

The Part With No Title

"I have to leave. Tonight..." I sighed as I sat down. My thirst was driving me insane, his scent was driving me insane. I had to get out of here, but I couldn't leave alone. "We... have to leave, tonight." I corrected in a whisper.

He blankly stared at me until he remembered.

"Oh... tonight, eh?" He looked away, facing the door. I nodded as if he could see me.

"I... I can't-" I couldn't help it any longer. I interrupted him by lunging at his neck and biting. He screamed, grabbing my shoulders. I was tempted to drink, but I couldn't, he wouldn't turn if I drank. So I waited for the venom in my teeth to fully pass through. It seemed like an eternity just waiting for him to stop clawing my shoulders and whimpering. Finally, he slowed down and I no longer heard a heartbeat nor did I have the desire to drink. I released and laid him back in his bunk.

"Pete...." He was dying. "Why... why does it have to be this way...?"

I wanted to turn and let tears fall, but I couldn't, they wouldn't go. I regretted doing this, but it was to save him.... to keep him protected.

I walked away without answering and went back to the drivers seat and waited.

-Half hour time lapse, still Pete's p.o.v-

The door opened, Andy and Joe were laughing, I could smell food.

"Dude, shut up, they're sleeping."

"As if they ever give a shit when they get home and we were sleeping. 'Hey no! Damnit, Patrick! I call for another race'." Joe mocked. I smiled at the memories.

They were making their way to the bunk room when I heard their food drop.

"Patrick?! Patrick! Come on, man. This isn't funny, wake up!" Andy sobbed. Joe was quiet, he already knew what was wrong but I'm sure he was pretending to be shocked in front of Andy.

"Go check on Pete!" Andy yelled. I slightly opened my eyes, knowing Joe was just a few feet behind me.

"Why tonight...?" He whispered, pretending to be checking my pulse. He looked hurt, like he wasn't pretending anymore.

"I can sense Jared. He's close. I don't want any of you in danger. He won't bother you two if Patrick and I get out now."

"Why exactly does he want Patrick?"

I shook my head.

"I don't know. I do know he wants him to pay for what I did, though."

Hearing Andy rocking Patrick back and forth and sobbing really kind of hurt, yet I had to ignore.

"Because Patrick accidentally got involved in the fight..." Joe said, it sounded like a question but we both knew it wasn't. We knew the answer anyway. Patrick saved my life when it shouldn't have been saved, and now Jared was pissed about that.

"Take care of Andy, we'll be back." I said and laid my head back, shutting my eyes and putting myself into a sleep.

*End of flashback and back to Patrick's p.o.v*

 Sarah was confused as to why we were both just standing there, not saying a word.

"Jesus, you just went through hell and came back, both of you. I really don't think this is a safe place for either of you, well any of you, let's go back to my place. By the way, where's my Brendon...?" She asked, standing up.

Oh, right. Brendon.

I signaled her to follow behind as we took a couple steps out of the kitchen before she jumped onto his lap and kissed him.

"Sarah?! Oh God, it feels like it's been ages." Brendon smiled as Sarah untied him.

When he was loose enough to get up, he practically squeezed her to death.

That's when Pete fell to the floor, holding his head.

"Pete?!" I rushed over and knelt down beside him, holding his arm that was gripping tightly to his head.

-Pete-

Everything was black and my head hurt.

I could only see and hear Brendon, nothing else.

"Fine, I'll do it!" He screeched. "Just please... please stop..."

What the hell is happening?

I knew for a fact that this is just a vision, but why now?

Wait, this isn't a vision, this already happened. What the fuck?

It took me a minute to realize Jared had just finished torturing Brendon. He has a slight grin on his face and walked away.

-five minutes into the little...thing-

That's what was wrong with Brendon... that's why there was something off about him being evil. He wasn't evil after all, after saying yes to Jared, he was in his command. Jared was controlling him while on the inside Brendon was trying to fight it. Brendon just wasn't strong enough to tell his body to stop, to stop following Patrick and I. To stop hurting Ryan and Dallon. To stop hurting Patrick and trying to make him say yes.

I couldn't breathe when I heard something I cannot believe.

"Yes..." Patrick shrieked, tears slowly forming and falling like there was no tomorrow.

Fucking shit.