Saturday (Peterick)

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I AM SO SORRY GUYS PLS FORGIVE ME! I totally neglected this fic. It's been a whole year! Now that it's summer I plan to finish this one up, as it's getting a bit long compared to others. I love you guys so much, thanks for staying with this book for so long!

-Pete's POV-

"Patrick!" I yelled as he fainted to the ground. I quickly kneeled down next to him. He had a heartbeat. He shouldn't have a heartbeat, he's a vampire. Vampires are, technically speaking, dead.

He awoke with a startled breath as his eyes snapped open.

He started to panic. "Patrick! Patrick! Calm down please." I said setting my hand on his arm and he flinched.

"W-w-what's happening-g to-to-o me, Pete?" Patrick was seizing with convulsions on the ground in front of me.

"Patrick, you'll be okay, I promise." I assured him, but I didn't know. What did this to him. Joe! He did this. I could deal with getting even later, right now most important, is Patrick.

Our blood has healing abilities! I held my wrist to his mouth, and, to my surprise, his fangs grew in and he bit into my arm, sucking as much as he could get before he pulled away. He settled down as his arm healed and his eyes went back to normal.

It was astonishing to me. He was alive, but he could use his fangs. Had his strength disappeared?

I stood and offered Patrick a hand to help himself up. He clasped my hand with his, now, warm one. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Thank you, Pete." He said wrapping his arms around me. I smiled into his shoulder.

"You're welcome. We need to find what's wrong with you. Do you know who told Joe to do this?" I asked.

"Andy,"