BLACKFOREST REIGN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

As soon as he gently placed him down, Pat hid his face away from Pran. He hissed, crumbling down on the floor tile.

"Pat"

Pran sofly called out,

"Pat are you alright?!"

But he could see Pat wasn't. He let out sounds he couldn't understand.

"Thirsty"

He heard him say. His voice wasn't the same as always. It wasn't the same Pat's voice he knew. It was hoarse, really hoarse and deep.

Pran frowned, he slowly got out from the couch he had been in and stumbled towards Pat.

He was in pain, but because of his healing ability it wasn't as extreme as before. They really did a number on him.

Coming around to sit in front of him, Pat had his hands on his face, covering it. The blood on his hands seemed to dry up.

Pran slowly took a hold of them and removed them from his face.

He could see his canine teeth outside, as if they couldn't go back in, his eyes were bloodshot and the veins around his eyes seemed to pop out.

He hissed once more, making Pran flinch a little.

"What's wrong?"

He could see that something was wrong but he didn't know what.

Quickly, Pat slammed him down on the ground, and hissed onto him once more.

Pran shivered a little as his back came into contact with the cold tile.

"Thirsty - I need blood, I need blood"

He chanted again and again. Pran laid down, shook in surprise as he stared back at Pat. It then clicked onto him.

It seemed as if Pat was in the middle of transitioning.

"Pat"

He called him out,

"Don't give in, do you hear me Pat, don't give in, fight it"

His body has been undergoing some changes.

But Pran did not understand.

Pat has been fine for a while now and not showing any signs of turning.

How did it get to this?

If he kills all two of them, Pat will be turned into a hybrid.

Wait.

Was it because of those two he had just killed a few minutes ago that he was like this?

Were those two connected to the portion used on him? Pat had killed a vampire, one of which ingredients were used and a witch who casted the spell.

The remaining question now was, were those two the ones used?

Pran gulped. Not it can't be, why would Ezekiel do this when he gave him the 40 percent already.

He slowly ran his hands on Pat's face.

"Pat, I need you to listen to me, okay"

He slowly let out a breath,

"I need you to fight. I need you to not give in. I know it's hard, it's painful and you want to drink blood but please don't, don't give in"

He felt his lips trembling, he wanted to cry, he was doing all he could.

He could see that Pat was consumed in his thirst that Pran knew whatever he said, Pat would never understand.

His hands trailed down onto Pat's neck, he slowly rose his head, his lips coming into contact with Pat's.