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Chapter Three – Put a Spike In My Heart
Pete watched with a politely curious expression as I ate.
“What?” I asked, feeling self-conscious.
“Niente,” Pete said, shaking his head slightly.
“Why do you and Brendon speak Italian all the time?” I asked.
“Habit.” He smiled softly, staring at nothing.
“Why are you keeping me here?” I asked.
He just smiled.
“Finish eating, love.” He said, still smiling.
I frowned, looking down at my food.
“I’ll be staying here regardless.” I said slowly. “You might as well just tell me why I’m being kept here.”
“You think so?” Pete said casually.
“I do.” I said. “What you tell me won’t change the situation.”
“It will.” Pete said. “I assure you, it will.”
“How?” I asked.
“Imagine, for instance, I were to tell you that me and Brendon were… vampires. We sleep all day, and we can’t go out in the sunlight. Wouldn’t you run away?”
“I…”
“You would.” Pete said.
“You’re…”
“If you knew we couldn’t chase you, you would leave.”
“You’re vampires?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I said ‘for instance’.” Pete grinned.
“Oh.” I nodded.
“You don’t believe in monsters?” Pete asked.
“No.”
“They believe in you.”
With that dark proclamation, he left the room.
*
“Has he told you?”
I looked up, and saw Brendon leaning on the door frame.
“Told me what?”
“He hasn’t.” Brendon sighed.
“Why don’t you tell me?” I asked.
“I can’t.” He said. “Pete has to be the one to tell you.”
“You guys aren’t normal… are you?” I said slowly.
“No.” He laughed. “Do normal people take random guys off the street prisoner?”
“That just means that Pete isn’t normal.” I pointed out.
“I guess I’m not normal either.” Brendon agreed, smiling.
“So how did you become… not normal?” I asked.
Brendon opened his mouth to speak, then stopped.
“I guess I can’t tell you that either.” He said slowly, shaking his head.
“Why?”
“Pete, he… told me not to.”
“Why do you listen?”
“I have to.” Brendon said, furrowing his eyebrows. “Pete is very… persuasive.”
“I believe that.” I muttered.
Brendon laughed.
“How did he get you to come with him?” He asked, moving across the room to sit next to me on the bed.
“He asked me to take a walk with him.” I said. “I was walking alone, before he approached me. Then he pulled me into an alley…”
“Then what?” Brendon’s eyes had narrowed.
“I don’t know.” I admitted. “I felt a really sharp pain… in my whole body, and I just… blacked out.”
“What? But-” Brendon cut himself off, and his head whipped around, staring out the window. He looked back at me, then moved forward, tilting my head to the side and pulling my collar down.
“Fuck.” He breathed.
He jumped up and darted from the room.
I rose slowly to my feet, moving over to the large, dusty mirror mounted over the dresser. I tilted my head and pulled my collar down, finding a large, hideously purple bruise. The section of skin was swollen, with two large puncture marks. Looking at it, I felt dizzy and nauseous. I had no idea how I’d failed to notice that pain before.
I collapsed onto the ground, holding my head. A splitting pain tore through my body, starting at my neck. I clutched the wound, trying to smother the pain with my hands. My hands burned, and I pulled them away from my neck, looking at them. They were red and raw, steaming slightly.
Brendon and Pete ran back into the room.
“What’s wrong with him?” Brendon demanded, sitting next to my head, carefully lifting it into his lap.
Pete examined my neck. I jerked away from him when he touched it, his cold skin sending another wave of pain through the burning flesh. He grasped both of my hands in one of his, holding them tightly as I attempted to squirm away from him.
“He needs blood.” Pete stated.
“You bit him. I can’t fucking believe you did this, Pete.” Brendon whispered, stroking my face, attempting to soothe me.
“I had to get him here, didn’t I? How else was I supposed to do that?” Pete demanded.
“No, you didn’t have to get him here! You could’ve let him live his life without being damned! Why is it so hard for you to stay out of human’s lives?!” Brendon demanded.
I screamed as a pain, worse than I’d ever felt in my entire life, tore through my body. It felt like being torn apart.
I felt something cold and wet on my face, and opened my eyes. Brendon was holding his bleeding wrist above my mouth. There were deep bite marks in it, and he was bleeding right onto my lips.
“No,” I mumbled, turning my head away from his blood.
“Drink it, Ryan.” Brendon whispered, gently turning my head back.
“No!” I yelled, twisting my head again. “That’s sick!”
“It’ll make the pain stop, my love.” Brendon murmured, nudging my head again, so I was looking up at his bleeding wrist.
I cautiously opened my mouth, allowing his blood to trickle onto my tongue.
The taste was wonderful. Like nothing I’d ever tasted before. The pain instantly dulled when his blood touched my tongue, then started again a moment later. I groaned softly.
Brendon lowered his wrist.
“Drink it, Ryan.” He whispered.
I lifted my head, placing my lips around the deep bite in his skin, sucking the blood from his veins. It soothed the scorching burn that had been moving in waves throughout my body.
“Ryan, stop.” Pete whispered after a minute.
I couldn’t. It was too good. And what if the burning came back again?
I clung to Brendon’s arm, still drinking the blood that poured into my mouth.
“Ryan, stop!” Pete yelled. He tore Brendon’s wrist from my grasp.
I laid on the ground, panting, twitching, and shaking. Pete cradled Brendon in his arms, murmuring soft, comforting words in Italian.
I laid still on the floor, watching Pete and Brendon. Brendon clung to Pete’s shoulders, shaking and twitching. His skin seemed to have turned gray, his cheeks hollowed. His dazzling eyes were the same, though, staring up at Pete.
“Andra tutto bene.” Pete murmured, stroking Brendon’s hair out of his eyes.
“Lo non voglio morire.” Brendon whispered.
“Lo non ti lascero morire.” Pete said, cradling Brendon’s face between one of his large hands and his shoulder. “Te lo prometto.”
“Did I hurt him?” I whispered softly, sitting up.
“Yes.” Pete said, not looking at me.
“Non dirglielo.” Brendon whispered.
“Non sprecate le vostre forze.” Pete chided.
“E ‘cosi bello, Pete.” Brendon whispered, pulling himself closer into Pete’s body.
“Avete bisogno di sangue.” Pete said. He wrapped one arm around Brendon’s back, to steady him, then shook his sleeve back, revealing his wrist. He raised his wrist to his mouth, and bit into his skin.
I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head, then reopening my eyes. Brendon was sucking blood from Pete’s wrist, just like I’d done a few minutes ago. Brendon’s eyes closed, and he let out a soft moan, then released Pete’s wrist. Pete grimaced, and I saw that he had sharp fangs, like a…
“Vampire…” I whispered.
A/N: Sorry it's been a while since I updated. I had food poisoning, was fine for a day, and then got the stomach flu. Between puking and make up work from school, I haven't had a whole lot of time to write. Hopefully, I'll be able to get the next chapter up quickly. But my friend Marissa has been forcing me to have a social life, so I haven't had a whole lot of free time at home in the past couple weeks. Stupid Marissa. Anyways, please rate and review.
xxAnna
Pete watched with a politely curious expression as I ate.
“What?” I asked, feeling self-conscious.
“Niente,” Pete said, shaking his head slightly.
“Why do you and Brendon speak Italian all the time?” I asked.
“Habit.” He smiled softly, staring at nothing.
“Why are you keeping me here?” I asked.
He just smiled.
“Finish eating, love.” He said, still smiling.
I frowned, looking down at my food.
“I’ll be staying here regardless.” I said slowly. “You might as well just tell me why I’m being kept here.”
“You think so?” Pete said casually.
“I do.” I said. “What you tell me won’t change the situation.”
“It will.” Pete said. “I assure you, it will.”
“How?” I asked.
“Imagine, for instance, I were to tell you that me and Brendon were… vampires. We sleep all day, and we can’t go out in the sunlight. Wouldn’t you run away?”
“I…”
“You would.” Pete said.
“You’re…”
“If you knew we couldn’t chase you, you would leave.”
“You’re vampires?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I said ‘for instance’.” Pete grinned.
“Oh.” I nodded.
“You don’t believe in monsters?” Pete asked.
“No.”
“They believe in you.”
With that dark proclamation, he left the room.
*
“Has he told you?”
I looked up, and saw Brendon leaning on the door frame.
“Told me what?”
“He hasn’t.” Brendon sighed.
“Why don’t you tell me?” I asked.
“I can’t.” He said. “Pete has to be the one to tell you.”
“You guys aren’t normal… are you?” I said slowly.
“No.” He laughed. “Do normal people take random guys off the street prisoner?”
“That just means that Pete isn’t normal.” I pointed out.
“I guess I’m not normal either.” Brendon agreed, smiling.
“So how did you become… not normal?” I asked.
Brendon opened his mouth to speak, then stopped.
“I guess I can’t tell you that either.” He said slowly, shaking his head.
“Why?”
“Pete, he… told me not to.”
“Why do you listen?”
“I have to.” Brendon said, furrowing his eyebrows. “Pete is very… persuasive.”
“I believe that.” I muttered.
Brendon laughed.
“How did he get you to come with him?” He asked, moving across the room to sit next to me on the bed.
“He asked me to take a walk with him.” I said. “I was walking alone, before he approached me. Then he pulled me into an alley…”
“Then what?” Brendon’s eyes had narrowed.
“I don’t know.” I admitted. “I felt a really sharp pain… in my whole body, and I just… blacked out.”
“What? But-” Brendon cut himself off, and his head whipped around, staring out the window. He looked back at me, then moved forward, tilting my head to the side and pulling my collar down.
“Fuck.” He breathed.
He jumped up and darted from the room.
I rose slowly to my feet, moving over to the large, dusty mirror mounted over the dresser. I tilted my head and pulled my collar down, finding a large, hideously purple bruise. The section of skin was swollen, with two large puncture marks. Looking at it, I felt dizzy and nauseous. I had no idea how I’d failed to notice that pain before.
I collapsed onto the ground, holding my head. A splitting pain tore through my body, starting at my neck. I clutched the wound, trying to smother the pain with my hands. My hands burned, and I pulled them away from my neck, looking at them. They were red and raw, steaming slightly.
Brendon and Pete ran back into the room.
“What’s wrong with him?” Brendon demanded, sitting next to my head, carefully lifting it into his lap.
Pete examined my neck. I jerked away from him when he touched it, his cold skin sending another wave of pain through the burning flesh. He grasped both of my hands in one of his, holding them tightly as I attempted to squirm away from him.
“He needs blood.” Pete stated.
“You bit him. I can’t fucking believe you did this, Pete.” Brendon whispered, stroking my face, attempting to soothe me.
“I had to get him here, didn’t I? How else was I supposed to do that?” Pete demanded.
“No, you didn’t have to get him here! You could’ve let him live his life without being damned! Why is it so hard for you to stay out of human’s lives?!” Brendon demanded.
I screamed as a pain, worse than I’d ever felt in my entire life, tore through my body. It felt like being torn apart.
I felt something cold and wet on my face, and opened my eyes. Brendon was holding his bleeding wrist above my mouth. There were deep bite marks in it, and he was bleeding right onto my lips.
“No,” I mumbled, turning my head away from his blood.
“Drink it, Ryan.” Brendon whispered, gently turning my head back.
“No!” I yelled, twisting my head again. “That’s sick!”
“It’ll make the pain stop, my love.” Brendon murmured, nudging my head again, so I was looking up at his bleeding wrist.
I cautiously opened my mouth, allowing his blood to trickle onto my tongue.
The taste was wonderful. Like nothing I’d ever tasted before. The pain instantly dulled when his blood touched my tongue, then started again a moment later. I groaned softly.
Brendon lowered his wrist.
“Drink it, Ryan.” He whispered.
I lifted my head, placing my lips around the deep bite in his skin, sucking the blood from his veins. It soothed the scorching burn that had been moving in waves throughout my body.
“Ryan, stop.” Pete whispered after a minute.
I couldn’t. It was too good. And what if the burning came back again?
I clung to Brendon’s arm, still drinking the blood that poured into my mouth.
“Ryan, stop!” Pete yelled. He tore Brendon’s wrist from my grasp.
I laid on the ground, panting, twitching, and shaking. Pete cradled Brendon in his arms, murmuring soft, comforting words in Italian.
I laid still on the floor, watching Pete and Brendon. Brendon clung to Pete’s shoulders, shaking and twitching. His skin seemed to have turned gray, his cheeks hollowed. His dazzling eyes were the same, though, staring up at Pete.
“Andra tutto bene.” Pete murmured, stroking Brendon’s hair out of his eyes.
“Lo non voglio morire.” Brendon whispered.
“Lo non ti lascero morire.” Pete said, cradling Brendon’s face between one of his large hands and his shoulder. “Te lo prometto.”
“Did I hurt him?” I whispered softly, sitting up.
“Yes.” Pete said, not looking at me.
“Non dirglielo.” Brendon whispered.
“Non sprecate le vostre forze.” Pete chided.
“E ‘cosi bello, Pete.” Brendon whispered, pulling himself closer into Pete’s body.
“Avete bisogno di sangue.” Pete said. He wrapped one arm around Brendon’s back, to steady him, then shook his sleeve back, revealing his wrist. He raised his wrist to his mouth, and bit into his skin.
I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head, then reopening my eyes. Brendon was sucking blood from Pete’s wrist, just like I’d done a few minutes ago. Brendon’s eyes closed, and he let out a soft moan, then released Pete’s wrist. Pete grimaced, and I saw that he had sharp fangs, like a…
“Vampire…” I whispered.
A/N: Sorry it's been a while since I updated. I had food poisoning, was fine for a day, and then got the stomach flu. Between puking and make up work from school, I haven't had a whole lot of time to write. Hopefully, I'll be able to get the next chapter up quickly. But my friend Marissa has been forcing me to have a social life, so I haven't had a whole lot of free time at home in the past couple weeks. Stupid Marissa. Anyways, please rate and review.
xxAnna
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