Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > The Setting Sun
Pete frowned as he ran his tongue over the fangs that were now a part of his mouth, still trying to figure out what to do with the new life that had been forced on him. He lost his daytime to sleep, and at night he was thirsty, but he couldn’t feed. He had found out the other day that if he didn’t feed he wouldn’t finish the full transformation, but him finding out almost lead to his death. Apparently the guy that bit him had put a price out on his head for his death or return, and it seemed the ones out to get him were more interested in his death, than sending him to William Beckett.
He frowned when he heard a knock at the door, but he wasn’t sure if he was frowning more from someone coming to see him, or the fact that he could smell that it was his brother. “Come in!” He called out as he sat back on his bed, watching the door open as Andrew came into the room. The smell of his brother’s blood filled his nostrils and it took all he had not to jump across the room and drink the liquid that called to him. “Hey…”
“Hey Pete,” Andrew said as he shut the door to his brother’s room. “How are you feeling?” He leaned against the door, looking at his brother, who had been looking sort of paler the past couple of days.
Pete frowned as he gave a small shrug and rested back against his headboard, trying to put some space, even such a small amount, between him and his brother. “I’ve been better,” he answered as he watched his brother’s eyes scan over him, obviously looking for any sign of what could be wrong. “I’ll be okay though, so don’t worry about me.”
“What’s wrong Pete?” Andrew questioned as he left the door and moved over to his brother, much to Pete’s dismay. Pete moved off of his bed and away from Andrew, who looked at him with a confused frown. “Pete?”
“Look, I don’t really feel like seeing anyone, so could you just leave?” Pete snapped, hoping a false anger might make his brother leave. For some reason Andrew’s heart had picked up it’s pace and was playing the part of a siren, calling him to what he knew would only be more than he could handle.
Andrew frowned as he watched his brother put his back to him. “Pete, talk to me,” he begged. “I’m worried about you. You’ve been acting strange, you don’t occupy all hours of the day and night, we barely see you… What’s going on? Are you depressed again?” Andrew whispered the last part, barely able to get it out as images flashed in his mind, of his brother, paler than his current state while laying near death’s door in the hospital bed.
It was no secret in the family that Andrew looked up to Pete, and had damn near been crushed when he found out his only brother had tried to kill himself in some parking lot. They couldn’t get him to leave the hospital until Pete was able to go home, because if things had taken a turn for the ultimate worse, Andrew refused to let his brother die alone. That had always been one of Pete’s fears when he was younger, dying alone, and Andrew refused to let it happen.
Pete had always been there for Andrew when he needed him, forming their deep bond that grew stronger with each more hurdle thrown in their life’s path. When Andrew’s boyfriend was found murdered, Pete had been the one he went to, sobbing his heart out. Pete had held him and did what he could to comfort him. Although Andrew still hurt he could still go to Pete, but obviously his brother needed him right now.
Pete frowned when he could feel the sadness coming from his younger brother, but he refused to look at him. “I’m not depressed, I just want to be alone. Would you just leave already?” He turned an angered glare over his shoulder, aiming it at Andrew, who shrunk back from it.
Andrew stared at Pete, studying the angered look, desperately searching for any sign it was a fake. “Pete, we’ve always been able to talk, why not now?” He questioned as he took a step towards Pete.
“There is nothing to talk about Andrew, just leave!” He growled, turning away to steel himself against the heart that was singing louder to him.
“I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me Pete,” Andrew spoke slowly, his voice laced with his worry and determination. “You have something going on that you obviously need help with.”
“Andrew, I can’t talk to you,” Pete replied, but his voice weakened the faintest bit, and Andrew caught it. “Please… Leave…”
“Pete, what the hell happened?” Andrew questioned softly, putting a hand on his older brother’s shoulder.
Pete’s nostrils flared as he took in the scent of the liquid, that was less than a foot away now, and something in him took over. Before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was looking at his brother, staring into his eyes as they took on an empty look. He moved closer as Andrew’s heard slowly moved to the side, granting better access to the veins and jugular that called out to Pete. He leaned in, the predator side of him screaming at Pete to bite down and taste the sweet copper-scented liquid just beneath that thin skin.
Pete opened his mouth, but the human side of him, what little shred of it’s hold was left, broke through the predator side and made Pete pull back, covering his mouth in horror. He watched Andrew’s eyes return to normal, before they focused on him with a betrayed, angered look. “Andrew… I’m-”
“You’re one of them…? You’re a vampire? When did this happen!?”
“Andrew, listed, I didn’t ask for this,” Pete said as he watched his brother step away from him. “It happened a couple days ago and-”
“And you came home!?” Andrew exclaimed, his eyes growing madder. “How could you endanger your family like this! How could you betray me like this!”
“I’m not the one that murdered him, Andrew!” Pete frowned as he tried to move closer, but Andrew moved further back and he stopped himself from moving closer. “Please don’t say anything.”
“Only if you leave,” Andrew growled out, his hands clenching into fists. “Leave and don’t come back or I’ll kill you myself. Got it?”
Pete’s chest tightened as he looked at the hate in his brother’s eyes. “A-Andrew, you’re not serious,” he said softly, his voice almost too low for Andrew to hear. “You don’t mean it.”
“I’ll cut your head off myself if you don’t pack your shit and leave right now,” he demanded, his body tensing as he stared at the one that was ruining their family by turning into the monster before him. “Get the fuck out my home Peter.”
Pete opened his mouth to say something, but he could tell there was no reason to try; he knew Andrew was right. “I’ll leave…”
Andrew stayed long enough to make sure Pete had taken what was his, making sure he didn’t leave the room to try to say goodbye to the rest of the family. They would see it the same as him anyway, he was sparing the pain. Neither of the male’s were aware of the eyes watching from the tree across from the window, even Pete, who should have smelled the threat.
[Author's Note: Part one of the explanation is complete!..... Don't kill me? I promise I'm trying to make this so it doesn't end badly lol. I'm doing the best I can! XD. Well, until next week!]
He frowned when he heard a knock at the door, but he wasn’t sure if he was frowning more from someone coming to see him, or the fact that he could smell that it was his brother. “Come in!” He called out as he sat back on his bed, watching the door open as Andrew came into the room. The smell of his brother’s blood filled his nostrils and it took all he had not to jump across the room and drink the liquid that called to him. “Hey…”
“Hey Pete,” Andrew said as he shut the door to his brother’s room. “How are you feeling?” He leaned against the door, looking at his brother, who had been looking sort of paler the past couple of days.
Pete frowned as he gave a small shrug and rested back against his headboard, trying to put some space, even such a small amount, between him and his brother. “I’ve been better,” he answered as he watched his brother’s eyes scan over him, obviously looking for any sign of what could be wrong. “I’ll be okay though, so don’t worry about me.”
“What’s wrong Pete?” Andrew questioned as he left the door and moved over to his brother, much to Pete’s dismay. Pete moved off of his bed and away from Andrew, who looked at him with a confused frown. “Pete?”
“Look, I don’t really feel like seeing anyone, so could you just leave?” Pete snapped, hoping a false anger might make his brother leave. For some reason Andrew’s heart had picked up it’s pace and was playing the part of a siren, calling him to what he knew would only be more than he could handle.
Andrew frowned as he watched his brother put his back to him. “Pete, talk to me,” he begged. “I’m worried about you. You’ve been acting strange, you don’t occupy all hours of the day and night, we barely see you… What’s going on? Are you depressed again?” Andrew whispered the last part, barely able to get it out as images flashed in his mind, of his brother, paler than his current state while laying near death’s door in the hospital bed.
It was no secret in the family that Andrew looked up to Pete, and had damn near been crushed when he found out his only brother had tried to kill himself in some parking lot. They couldn’t get him to leave the hospital until Pete was able to go home, because if things had taken a turn for the ultimate worse, Andrew refused to let his brother die alone. That had always been one of Pete’s fears when he was younger, dying alone, and Andrew refused to let it happen.
Pete had always been there for Andrew when he needed him, forming their deep bond that grew stronger with each more hurdle thrown in their life’s path. When Andrew’s boyfriend was found murdered, Pete had been the one he went to, sobbing his heart out. Pete had held him and did what he could to comfort him. Although Andrew still hurt he could still go to Pete, but obviously his brother needed him right now.
Pete frowned when he could feel the sadness coming from his younger brother, but he refused to look at him. “I’m not depressed, I just want to be alone. Would you just leave already?” He turned an angered glare over his shoulder, aiming it at Andrew, who shrunk back from it.
Andrew stared at Pete, studying the angered look, desperately searching for any sign it was a fake. “Pete, we’ve always been able to talk, why not now?” He questioned as he took a step towards Pete.
“There is nothing to talk about Andrew, just leave!” He growled, turning away to steel himself against the heart that was singing louder to him.
“I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me Pete,” Andrew spoke slowly, his voice laced with his worry and determination. “You have something going on that you obviously need help with.”
“Andrew, I can’t talk to you,” Pete replied, but his voice weakened the faintest bit, and Andrew caught it. “Please… Leave…”
“Pete, what the hell happened?” Andrew questioned softly, putting a hand on his older brother’s shoulder.
Pete’s nostrils flared as he took in the scent of the liquid, that was less than a foot away now, and something in him took over. Before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was looking at his brother, staring into his eyes as they took on an empty look. He moved closer as Andrew’s heard slowly moved to the side, granting better access to the veins and jugular that called out to Pete. He leaned in, the predator side of him screaming at Pete to bite down and taste the sweet copper-scented liquid just beneath that thin skin.
Pete opened his mouth, but the human side of him, what little shred of it’s hold was left, broke through the predator side and made Pete pull back, covering his mouth in horror. He watched Andrew’s eyes return to normal, before they focused on him with a betrayed, angered look. “Andrew… I’m-”
“You’re one of them…? You’re a vampire? When did this happen!?”
“Andrew, listed, I didn’t ask for this,” Pete said as he watched his brother step away from him. “It happened a couple days ago and-”
“And you came home!?” Andrew exclaimed, his eyes growing madder. “How could you endanger your family like this! How could you betray me like this!”
“I’m not the one that murdered him, Andrew!” Pete frowned as he tried to move closer, but Andrew moved further back and he stopped himself from moving closer. “Please don’t say anything.”
“Only if you leave,” Andrew growled out, his hands clenching into fists. “Leave and don’t come back or I’ll kill you myself. Got it?”
Pete’s chest tightened as he looked at the hate in his brother’s eyes. “A-Andrew, you’re not serious,” he said softly, his voice almost too low for Andrew to hear. “You don’t mean it.”
“I’ll cut your head off myself if you don’t pack your shit and leave right now,” he demanded, his body tensing as he stared at the one that was ruining their family by turning into the monster before him. “Get the fuck out my home Peter.”
Pete opened his mouth to say something, but he could tell there was no reason to try; he knew Andrew was right. “I’ll leave…”
Andrew stayed long enough to make sure Pete had taken what was his, making sure he didn’t leave the room to try to say goodbye to the rest of the family. They would see it the same as him anyway, he was sparing the pain. Neither of the male’s were aware of the eyes watching from the tree across from the window, even Pete, who should have smelled the threat.
[Author's Note: Part one of the explanation is complete!..... Don't kill me? I promise I'm trying to make this so it doesn't end badly lol. I'm doing the best I can! XD. Well, until next week!]
Sign up to rate and review this story