"Joe, I can't. You'd be too dangerous—"
"Patrick please, I'll die if I can't get any!" Joe pleaded.
"Fine, follow me." I told him, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to my house and stopped in my room. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked him.
"Yes, I'm sure! Then I can be with Andy forever!" I nodded and rolled up my sleeve and biting into my arm and handing it to him. I brought his mouth to my arm slowly. He took the littlest bit before staggering back and coughing it out of his mouth.
"Joe! Are you okay?" I asked as he kneeled down and started coughing violently.
"That was disgusting, man."
"Do you want to live or not?" He nodded and reached for my arm. He only flinched slightly as he tasted the sour blood.
His eyes widened for a second becoming yellow, then a piercing red, and settling at a blazing orange. He stared at me widely before his eyes returned to their silvery blue color.
"Oh my god."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fucking amazing. Every thing looks different, and I could just— Patrick what's that on your arm?" He asked suddenly side tracked.
I looked down and the bite wasn't healing. Blood was coming out of it steadily, and it was warm?
"Do you hear something?"
"What no?"
"It's coming from you, it sounds like, a heart beat." I took a breath before passing out in shock.
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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...
