"I won't have any part of it." Brendon argued, crossing his arms as he sat on his messy bed. Dallon groggily rested behind him, occasionally picking at the blankets near Brendon's bottom. Brendon put his hand on top of Dallon's before continuing, "I refuse."
"You're the one who has experienced this before, Brendon, please." Pete pleaded, holding his hands together. "I have a chance to save Patrick."
"VENOM CAN'T SAVE HIM!" Brendon yelled, his eyes flashing black.
Dallon cried out as Brendon's grip on his hand tightened into something bone shattering, had he not been turned. Brendon's eyes returned to their earthy tone with Dallon's cry. His hand shot up before he turned back to Dallon with an apologetic look.
"Are you okay, fake ID?" He asked, softly.
Dallon nodded, silently, pulling his hand close to his chest. Brendon sighed, turning back to Pete.
"I can't handle the possibilities of what may happen." Brendon spoke lowly while breathing slowly. "You know what happened the last time I tried..."
"Patrick isn't Sara, Brendon." Pete said, feeling angry about Brendon's refusal to help. He had saved Dallon. He had saved Ryan. For some reason, he had even saved Pete. Why couldn't he try to do the same for Patrick?
"Patrick isn't mortal anymore, either." Brendon snapped, glaring at Pete. "He already has venom inside of him. He's already struggling with the inner demons brought with it. Do you really think he can handle your venom on top of it?"
Pete's fists clentched at his sides. "We have to at least try!" He yelled, "I only ask for one thing!"
Brendon and Pete glared at each other on silence. Neither one was willing to give up to the other. That was, until, a disgruntled and tired looking Ryan crawled across the floor and up the side of Brendon's bed.
He crawled across the bed, plopping down next to Brendon with a soft sigh. "Beebo, don't be upset..." He yawned, cuddling up to Brendon's leg.
Brendon looked down at Ryan, smiling sadly before ruffling the youngling's hair. "I'm sorry, Ryro..."
Ryan nodded. He nuzzled against Brendon's leg and closed his eyes. Brendon continued to push his fingers through Ryan's hair. He looked up at Pete with a warning look.
"I understand. I know he means a lot to you. I just can't watch that again. I had to watch someone I love die from venom rejection and I just can't..." He choked on his last words. He shook his head and looked down. "I just can't..."
Pete bit his lip. He wanted to argue back, but the look on Brendon's face stopped him.
When Sara had rejected the venom, it had taken Brendon awhile to move past it. She was someone that Brendon had cared deeply for, but at least she left him Ryan.
Without Patrick, Pete would be alone.
Pete turned away from Brendon. He walked out of the room and around the corner of the tunnel to see Patrick twiddling his thumbs as he looked at the ground. He only looked up when Pete was lowering himself just in front of him
"So, I'm probably going to die?" He asked, softly.
"No!" Pete blurted, immediately. He shook his head, "Patrick, I won't let that happen."
Patrick looked unconvinced. He scooted up to Pete, as much as his chains would allow, and looked Pete in the eye. "If I will be dead and gone, don't be upset."
Pete shook his head. "I won't let that happen, Patrick."
Patrick nodded, "I trust you, Pete. Just remember what I said." He let a smile tug at his lips, "Okay?"
Pete sighed. "Yes, alright, Patrick. I just don't want to think that way."
"So, when do we do it?" Patrick asked.
"When do you want to?"
"Now." Patrick whispered, "Sooner rather than later, right?" His eyes flickered to Pete's wrist before they were back on his face.
"Are you sure?" Pete asked. He scooted closer, allowing himself to be knee to knee with the younger creature.
Patrick nodded, leaning forward so that their noses were touching. "Yes. I trust you to take care of me." He smiled.
Pete reached out to wrap his arm around Patrick's neck and pull him close. Their lips connected, moving in a heated sync. Pete wasn't sure why Patrick seemed to add so much into the connection, but he was getting too sucked into it to care. This was more passion than he had ever felt in a simple kiss.
They pulled apart, gasping and staring at each other. In that moment, nothing was wrong. Patrick wasn't fighting the beast inside of him. Pete wasn't afraid of what he was about to loose. It was just the two of them in the tunnel.
"We should do it now, Pete." Patrick whispered after his breathing had slowed, slightly. "While your venom is flowing, right?"
Pete nodded, but remained still otherwise. He didn't want the moment to fully end. He wasn't ready for the next moment to come.
"Pete."
"Alright!" Pete lifted his wrist and bit it. However, he still hesitated.
Patrick smiled at him. "Don't you forget about me." He whispered before reaching out for Pete's wrist and pulling it to his lips.
Pete intook a sharp breath. Patrick sucked the venom from his arm faster than Pete had anticipated it would happen.
"I-I hope you'll be okay..." Pete gasped as Patrick released his arm, "I love you."
"I lov-" Patrick started, but choked on his words. His eyes grew wide as he began to shake. He fell over to his side, causing Pete to cry out.
"Patrick!" He looked over the shaking creature, unsure what to do as Patrick hissed and foamed at the mouth. "This-this isn't right! You just-it can't happen this fast!"
Patrick couldn't speak. His eyes were rolling back in his head as the venoms mixed in his system. It wasn't right. It shouldn't be happening. Pete reached out to hold Patrick, but it couldn't console the young vampire.
"Patrick!" Pete yelled, feeling his breathing pick up. "PATRICK!"
"Beebo? What's happening?" Ryan asked, blinking in confusion at the sudden shouting.
Brendon had tears in his eyes as Pete continued to yell. He shook his head, bringing his knees close to his chest. "I'm so sorry..." He whispered at a tone not even the other vampires register, "Oh god, I'm so sorry..."
He turned to Dallon, hiding his face in the taller creature's side while the smallest cuddled close in confusion and a slight fear.
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A/N~ it's been 86 years but hi
It didn't translate from my head well at all, rip
~Skittles Out~
