-Pete's POV-
I can't believe I told Patrick everything, and I've only known him for a week. It was stupid really, but I know I can trust him.
My phone rang and I answered it quickly. "Hello?"
"Pete! It's Patrick! I can't find my necklace!" Patrick said. I bet you 20 dollars and a nosebleed that Gerard took it.
"Okay, Patrick, you'll be find I'll be over in a few to help you look okay?"
"Okay." He said and hung up. I ran up the stairs in full speed to confront Gerard, but on his bed was a folded paper with my name on it.
Pete,
I went out for a snack. I hope you don't mind me borrowing Patrick.
XX,
Gerard
I dropped the note and got in my car to drive to Patrick's house, which, by the way, I have no idea where it is. I drove in the direction that Patrick was walking in when we first met until I saw a mail box that was conveniently labeled Stumph.
I went through the door to see Gerard pinning Patrick against the wall and kissing him. Blood was dripping from the bite marks on Patrick's neck. Patrick's necklace was hanging from Gerard's back pocket.
I shoved Gerard off of Patrick, and Patrick fell to the ground unconscious. I kneeled next to him to search for a pulse to find none. I could almost hear my dead heart racing. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I just got him back, and now I'm loosing him again.
"Relax, Pete, he'll be fine." Gerard said from behind me.
"What did you do to him?" I asked angrily.
"Well, I figured, he'd be more fun if he lived as long as we do. Don't ya think little bro?" I punched him. I heard a snap as he fell to the ground. He would be fine, Patrick on the other hand may not be.
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FanfictionPete meets Patrick who is a splitting image of his nineteenth century boyfriend, Thomas Stewart. How will they get along, and what happens when your dead loved ones weren't who they said they were. doppelgänger ˈdɒp(ə)lˌɡaŋə,-ˌɡɛŋə/ noun noun: dopp...
