Captive By Captivation - VegasPete

Chapter 3 - Never Alone

A few months had passed since Pete's strange encounter at the bar.

He became more careful after that night, the fact that he might actually have died that night, changed him. He put in new safety measures to protect himself. He had changed his number and broken contact with everyone he knew except from his grandmother and friend that rented the place for him.

Pete had visited that same bar regularly, he wasn't sure why he kept coming back but he couldn't stop himself. He would often just sit there, staring at the door thinking about the man. 

During his frequent visits he had become close with the bartender who he had met previously.

Porsche was a tall and handsome man with slightly tan skin which highlighted his muscular build. He had a confident yet kind personality like Pete and actually owned the bar as well as tending to it. He and his little brother Porschay lived in a small apartment above it.

One night, Pete had mentioned that his past job was working in a bar but didn't elaborate. After that, Porsche offered him work as a bartender and of course Pete accepted. He was in desperate need of money for rent and living expenses but hadn't applied for a job due to the risks of being found.

Since then, Pete still thought about the stranger at times, he had so many questions left unanswered and so many feelings he did not understand. But he just tried to push the man, and his past out of his head. For the first time in a while Pete was content with his life and he wanted to hold on to that feeling for as long as possible.

It was mid December when Porsche and Porschay had left for the week to go visit their home town and left Pete to look after the bar by himself.

Pete sat alone in the dark, slouched over the wooden bar-top, lost in thought after closing up the bar about half an hour beforehand. After a few minutes of lying still, he decided to finally leave the building and head home.

He closed and locked the door behind him as he began the journey towards his home.

As he passed the alley way beside the bar, he heard a deep voice emerge from his right. "Pete."

He stopped in place and felt his heart beat suddenly quicken. It couldn't he him right? Why would he come back after all this time.

He didn't even glance at the face that belonged to the voice and just continued to walk forwards.

But before Pete could take five steps, he felt a strong grip on his wrist that pulled him into the dark corner.

Pete stared up at the man who had grabbed him and despite the darkness that enclosed them he was able to recognise the man instantly. "Let go of me Vegas!" were the only words Pete could say as he looked towards him. Pete tried to deny it but as soon as he laid eyes upon Vegas, he instantly felt the flame he had felt with the man before reignite.

Vegas loosened his grip, on Pete's arm and took a step back. He stared into Pete's deep brown eyes before taking a moment to observe every inch if the man's face as if to save it in his memory.

The silence lasted a few minutes before Vegas finally spoke "They think you're dead." Pete was shocked by the abrupt statement but simply stayed quiet. "They think I killed you." Vegas continued neither him nor Pete breaking eye-contact. "That's all I came to tell you... I think it's best if I leave now." He said solemnly as he turned to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Pete's soft voice caused Vegas to turn back towards him. "I waited so long to see you. I have so many questions for you. You can't disappear again." said Pete sincerely, looking directly at Vegas.

They both paused.
"Do you want to see me again?" Vegas asked in response, his attention fully on Pete.

The man was at a loss for words. He averted his gaze from Vegas to the floor, pondering a response. Of course he wanted to see him again, the man made him question everything and he needed to know more. But when he tried to speak, he couldn't make a sound.

"We'll meet again then." Vegas stated staring into Pete's doe eyes. Pete instantly looked back up with a indescribable expression. It was as if Vegas could read his thoughts. This man who he had only met once before seemed to be able to see right through Pete, see him like no one ever had before.

Vegas began to walk away leaving Pete alone and disoriented. But before leaving Pete's view he suddenly stopped in his tracks with his back to the other, turning his head to the side slightly. "Oh, and don't kiss me like that next time." Pete could see the devilish smirk adorned on Vegas' lips as he continued on his way.

Pete stumbled backwards and hit his back on the brick wall behind him. His heart was beating out of his chest. Was it the fear after seeing the man who was sent to kill him again, or something else.

Pete closed his eyes, he felt so many feelings at once and it was overwhelming.

Sorry for the late update. I've been really busy recently but will hopefully be posting more often. Also I kinda hate this chapter but yk.