Death Bite (Peterick)

Part 3: First Impressions Matter

Pete's POV:

I think that if I hadn't been so compassionate when I was human I would have turned out as evil as William when I became a vampire. Sometimes my compassion made me do dumb things, one of which was checking up on the kid from last night. I knew I should have let it go, but when I went home after the brawl I couldn't get him out of my mind. It was strange, really.

Vampires weren't supposed to care about humans. They were our food, prey, undeserving of our respect. Yet, I had never been any ordinary vampire. I was completely against my own kind in almost every way possible, and I had recently come to the conclusion that it was probably because I was turned against my own will. The fog and clouds blocked out the sun, but I still donned my black hoodie, gloves and striped beanie hat just in case.

There weren't many people sauntering around the city, despite it being past noon. Perhaps they avoided this area more often because of the deaths, not that I would blame them for doing so. If I were a fragile human I wouldn't want to end up drained in an alley, but that was just my opinion. My throat tingled slightly, reminding me that it had been a while since I last ate.

I could survive without blood for a few more days if I didn't waste anymore energy that is. The boy sat behind the desk on his laptop, wearing pajamas and a large bandage on his left cheek. My scars from the fight had healed almost immediately. He would have to suffer with his for a few weeks. The glass panel for the door was being replaced at the moment by an older gentleman, and the mess had been cleaned up.

I wondered how he explained what happened to him. Maybe he didn't quite understand it himself. Two freaks showing up and fighting like wild animals wasn't exactly easy to decipher. The longer I watched him the more curious I became as to what his name was. I tried out different ones out in my head, but none seemed to fit his description.

There was an urgent desire- no- need to find this out, but an introduction was required. It was never a good idea to get involved with humans as I had learned from past experience, but something was telling me that this kid would be worth it.

Patrick's POV:

"Alright. Tell your parents I'll send the bill to them," the repairman told me.
I nodded, and he closed the door carefully behind him. My parents didn't want to leave me alone again, but they still had matters to attend to. All they could do was keep the store closed until tomorrow when they could watch over me and make sure I didn't hurt myself again. I felt bad not telling them the actual truth even if I wasn't sure of what it was myself.

They would think I had gone mad if I even attempted to explain what I had seen. They came home last night to find me sitting on the ground covered in dry blood, and I told them I fell through the glass door while dancing. It was a dumb excuse, but I assumed they bought it considering the amount of scolding I received. All I knew for certain about the whole situation was that William was a murderer and not human. What was he?

An answer was yet to come up. As for the other guy who saved my life I owed him everything, and I would have rewarded him had I found out who he was of course. My eyes lifted from the computer screen to see a shadow standing in the fog outside. Maybe I had gone insane. I ignored it and continued to scroll through Tumblr.

Yet, when I looked back to the window it still was there. My curiosity won me over, and I went to the door. I knew it wasn't me who opened it. Well, technically, it was but it felt as if I was in a trance of some sort like I wasn't willingly opening it myself.

"Are you open?" the person asked.
That voice was rather familiar. I wanted to tell them "no", but I couldn't get the word out of my mouth. I shifted to the side, letting them in, and I closed the door. Once they were inside I could finally see them clearly. It was a man, his hair blacker than midnight itself and his eyes a deep, dark chocolate brown of mystery.

"I'm Pete. You are?"
He turned to me, flashing a grin, and held out his hand.
"P-Patrick," I took his hand into mine only to flinch at the sudden chill.
"I'm sorry. It's freezing outside."
Pete walked over to the display and observed the range of books I had put there this very morning.

"We aren't open," I said to him.
"Usually, when someone lets you inside their store it's because they are in fact open," he chuckled.
I realized how stupid I had sounded, so I sat back down on my stool, letting Pete explore the store. He didn't seem like a trouble maker, so maybe I didn't have to worry.
"Are you alright?" he asked motioning to my bandage.

"Oh yeah. I just....my cat scratched me."
His eyes widened, "That cat must be vicious."
"Yeah..."
"Can I see it?"
"What?"

"Can I see it?" Pete came closer to the desk and leaned over it so he was inches away from my face.
I didn't answer. His eyes completely mesmerized me, and I didn't even realize that he had lifted the bandage until he winced.
"That's not looking too good. Do you mind if I do something?"

"I-um...okay."
He opened his mouth, and his cool breath hit my face. I felt my heartbeat begin to quicken. Pete's tongue flicked onto my wound and chills ran throughout my body. Was he licking me?

I asked this question, but he continued until my whole cheek was wet. What the fuck? I shoved him away, and laughter rang throughout the store.
"Is this some kind of joke? You're sick!" I yelled at him.
"Oh come on, Patrick. I was just trying to help."

"By licking me?!"
"Yes."
His face was completely serious now. Who the hell did this guy think he was?
"GET OUT."
"Patrick, please..."

"I'll call the police," I threatened, putting my hand on the desk telephone.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that and sighed, "Fine."
I locked the door behind him and watched as his figure disappeared into the fog. What a strange encounter. Maybe I shouldn't trust strangers anymore.

A/N: This part was lame but I wanted to get one out there since I haven't updated this. Hopefully, I'll update again this week since I'm on spring break but don't count on it because I'm usually really bad at keeping promises.