Saturday (Peterick)

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I watched as Pete stepped out infront of me, glaring at Thomas. Thomas let out a low growl. "You lay a finger on him and I will kill you with my bare hands." Pete said.

"You kill me, you'd be killing him." Thomas said.

"That's not how it works." Pete replied simply.

"Actually, yes it is. Ever think about it? If vampires exists, you know what else exists? Who would have created the first vampire, who made those nice rings you wear?" Thomas challenged. "That's right, witches. Any thing that happens to me happens to little Patrick over there."

"You're lying. You know I won't try it, and that's your plan, and I'm not buying it." Pete said.

"Oh, if you think I'm lying, break my arm. Do it." Thomas extended his arm and I stood behind Pete in fear.

"No." Pete said.

"If you think I'm lying do it," Thomas said.

Pete reached for Thomas's arm and snapped the bone in his forearm with ease. He smirked, obviously immune to the pain, being 400 years old helps,  but I felt an unbearable pain as my arm bent an unnatural direction and Pete spun around quickly. I watched in horror as I heard a pop and the bone healed itself. It still hurt.

-Pete's POV-

I quickly pulled Patrick behind me as we left the house. I love him and I can stand seeing him in pain. We quickly ran home and I picked up my phone while Patrick gave me a confused look.

"As easily as a witch can put a spell on you, the easier a witch can break it." I told him. "And I just happen to know one." I said as I dialed up Brendon's number.

I just really like making Brendo magical. He is satan after all, so he should have some powers.

So, recently I've been obsessed with this band called Vinyl Theatre, and you guys should really check them out.

Anyways, it's Friday! So happy Friday!