Kickdrum Beating in My Chest Again (Alternate Version)

Chapter 82

!!!!!!!!!!Author's Note!!!!!!!!!!

Hello Everyone! Happy Friday! Just FYI, I had every intention of posting this around 11:30 p.m. on Friday (aka yesterday), but the text box didn't take any of my formatting so it took me an hour to fix it all. It was also my birthday on Friday (aka yesterday)! My husband and son got me a card and flowers, so that was nice. I didn't do a whole lot today (aka yesterday), but we are going out to celebrate it at the hibachi restaurant tonight.

This week, Patrick has his hallucination after drinking a ton of Brad's blood. I don't want to give anything about it away, so that is why the description is very vague and doesn't tell you much. You will have to read it to find out what happens. There is a small end note on this one too.

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Chapter 82

*******Trigger Warning for Descriptions of Medical Conditions, Mild Gore, and Rape*******

*When Patrick wakes up, he finds himself lying on a cushioned surface in a very dark and damp room. He doesn't seem to have any problem seeing in the dark though, which is very odd. As he looks closer, he sees that he is actually lying on a bed, a king-sized bed to be exact. He's currently lying on his side, so he rolls over onto his back, which ends up being much harder than it usually is. He brings his hands up to rub his eyes when he sees some sort of metal cuff around both of his wrists that is connected to a long chain. He grabs the chain and follows it back to the headboard of the bed where they are connected on both sides of him. Why am I chained to a bed? Someone must be holding me hostage. I wonder why? It's not like I have money or fame or some important person as a family member. In fact, I'm about as ordinary as they come. Why would someone kidnap me? Patrick begins to bite his lip like he usually does when he gets nervous or is just really pissed at someone and it really hurts suddenly. He puts his hand up to his lip to feel it and figure out why it hurt so much when he notices that it is actually bleeding down his chin. What the fuck? How did I cut my lip that deeply? He uses his tongue to feel around the teeth in his mouth when he discovers a razor-sharp tooth in the front next to his eye tooth on the right side. That's odd. I don't remember having a razor-sharp tooth there. Just to be safe before he freaks out, he checks to see if there is a matching razor-sharp tooth in the front next to his eye tooth on the left side. Patrick uses his tongue to feel around and, sure enough, he cuts his tongue on a razor-sharp tooth on the front left side of his mouth next to his eye tooth. Patrick decides that now is a good time to freak the fuck out. Holy shit! I have fangs now? I can also easily see in the dark without there being any lights on. Is my skin even paler than usual? He brings his hands up close and notices that they are much paler than the usual tone of his skin. Then he puts his hands on his skin and notices that it is ice cold. No, no, no, no! This can't be right! At this point, he feels an intense burning in his throat that is also making his stomach growl. He's fucking starving and is craving the taste of blood. Oh my God! I'm a fucking vampire! Patrick begins panicking, which would usually include his breathing picking up and his heart rate going up rapidly. He doesn't feel either of those because he doesn't need to breathe anymore, and his now cold heart is dead. How did this happen and why? I never wanted this! I'd rather be dead than volunteer to be turned into one of those sadistic monsters and now I am one! What the fuck is happening?

Patrick's thoughts are interrupted by a very strange feeling in his belly area. He's been so concerned about the fact that he's now a vampire, that he hadn't paid attention to anything from the time he woke up until now. It felt like there was something moving around inside his belly. The best way he could describe it was as if you were watching a goldfish doing flips inside a fishbowl, only that's what was happening inside his belly. It was a very strange feeling unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Suddenly he is startled by what felt like someone kicking him in the hip. Ow! That really hurt! What was that? Patrick decides to sit up with his back against the headboard that he was chained to so he can get a better grasp on what has happened and why he had this very strange feeling in his belly. This turns out to be much more difficult than he thought it would be. He feels like his equilibrium is really off and he doesn't know why. This is the second time he tried to move, and it was much harder than it should've been. That can't be a coincidence. Something feels very wrong in my body. When he finally made it to the sitting position, he decided to take a look at his belly and see what was happening. He was not prepared for what he saw at all. He looks down again to make sure he wasn't crazy, and he saw the same thing that he saw the first time, a giant swollen belly like you'd find on a woman who was pregnant. That can't be real. His eyes must be playing tricks on him in the dark, because what he just saw is impossible! Men can't get pregnant and carry children! Right? He takes his hand and runs it along the top and front part of his belly and is very surprised when he feels a kick coming from inside. Patrick is completely overwhelmed and in disbelief. There seemed to be a living being inside his belly.