~BOOK 2~ Paranormal: A Lycan's Fearful Past (Multi-Bandom FanFic)

Chapter 11 - Patrick

I was running around the mansion, pushing in every closed door, looking for Rachael. She was nowhere to be found.

I swung around one of the many corners and bumped into someone. That someone? Pete.

"Pete, have you seen Rachael?" I asked him, a little breathless.

"Not since I brought her back home from our little field trip to the bayou," He answered, slipping his hands into his pockets, "Why?"

I ran a shaky hand through my hair and sighed, "I can't find her anywhere and I'm really worried about what she's doing."

"She's probably fine. Hey, um, I want to talk to you about something," He blurted out, quickly changing the subject.

I shook my head, "Maybe another time, Pete. I've got to find Rach."

I brushed past his shoulder and went to walk away when he grabbed me by the arm. "No, I need to talk to you now," He leased.

"What, Pete?" I balled my fists up impatiently.

"The guys and a few other vampires are meeting at a bar tonight. Show up." He removed his hand from my shoulder and turned, walking away.

I knew at that moment that Pete and the other clans were planning something, and it wasn't something good.

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Pete texted me later that day to meet him at Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop and to arrive around midnight. I pulled up in my car and got out, staring at the old building. Memories flooded back to me, seeing as I'd been here a few times since the bar had been around since the 1700s and was a popular hideout for vampires.

I marched to the door, and, inside, I could already see vampires cheering drinking, some already talking business. I spotted Pete over in the corner of the room. He and a few older vampires were seated in a booth, and a waitress stopped by to bring them more booze.

I entered the establishment and approached the table, forcing a smile on my face, "Hello there." Pete rolled his eyes. He always found my etiquette disgusting.

"Patrick, my boy! You're looking well," One of the older vampires - who actually happened to be my father - commented.

I nodded my head in appreciation, "Thank you. Mind if I join?"

"By all means, please," Another one remarked, motioning for Pete to slide over. He did as he was told and I sat down in the booth next to him.

"So, these fine old gentlemen have proposed a deal, one that benefits you and I quite handsomely," Pete started, mimicking my properness and elbowing me with a sly grin stretched across his face.

"With the absence of the gamma, it's become clear that the wolves have become weak," My father continued, "We think it's time for a shift in power."

I sighed and shot an annoyed look over at Pete, "Really? This again? And you had to bring in my father?"

"You weren't going to consider it otherwise," Pete mumbled, picking up his drink and swirling it around.

"Well of course I wasn't going to consider it. Nor will I ever. Kenya's missing and could return any day. You know what she can to do to all of us."

"Not if we band together and take action," Pete tried to pursuance me, but I wasn't having any of it.

"Patrick," My dad intervened, looking towards Pete as if to tell him to be quiet, "Your friend is just trying to help you. With the she wolf gone, vampires can take over once again. You can be a part of a new era."