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"What? What?" Tyler begged for answers, not understanding why did they have to comfort Pete, why are the guys worried as hell, what is even going on.

"We need to go!" Pete screamed, his face wet and red "We need to find him! He's dying! We need to help him!"

Tyler was terrified, he's never seen nor heard Pete cry like that. Pete's desperate screams were cutting through everyone's ears. Josh and Dallon were trying their best to calm the boy down, but they seemed to be highly unsuccessful.

Josh rose his head, noticing how confused Tyler was. He sighed, standing up and leaving Pete to Dallon's care. Dallon nodded, kind of already knowing he'll leave this situation unsuccessful. Josh walked up to Tyler and met eyes with the young vampire boy.

"Listen, I know you're confused" Josh began "But I'll explain everything. Or what I can, at least"

Tyler nodded thankfully.

Josh sighed deeply before saying "When a vampire confesses their love to the love of their life and gets loved back, they become human. You know that already. But every vampire that turned into a human is left with one ability. It's different for everyone. In Pete's case, he's left with being able to feel Patrick's fear, screams, pain - any misery in general. Whenever Patrick's in a great danger, Pete can feel it"

"Whoa" Tyler let out, looking down at his shoes and repeating Josh's whole speech in his head. He wondered what ability will he have left once he falls in love... But more importantly, he wondered what was going on with Patrick.

Josh and Tyler nodded at each other, before walking back to Pete and help calm him down. Andy paced circles around the oak, to nervous to focus on calming somebody down.

...

Brendon read the last sentence off page 385 of a random book he took off Mrs Kacey's book shelf downstairs. He never read the title, he just opened the book and started reading. It wasn't an interesting book. He was a very fast reader, managing to come to the said page in only three hours. He shut the book closed, not even flipping the page, and threw it next to him on his bed.

He stood up with a groan, shaking his head. He was filled with anger. Why does everything bad always have to happen to him? First his mother, then this curse he carries, then his beloved Ryan. Perhaps he was being too tough on Patrick today. It wasn't Patrick's fault Ryan is dead. Brendon was the one who made Patrick transform.

"It's nobody's fault" Ryan would say if he were still alive. But he's dead, and he's not coming back. Brendon needs to move on.

He walked out of his dear room and into the pastel hallway. He could still remember this house when it looked normal. Ever since Mr and Mrs Kacey found out about Brendon's devil nature, they've been trying out different rituals to keep evil out of Brendon and out of their home. But they cannot change who Brendon is.

Ryan was trying for a long time, but Brendon never started to love himself.

He opened the bathroom door and looked into the mirror. The red dye was almost completely off. His eyes shone in yellow light. He blinked the, to him, disgusting color away. He frowned at his expression, wanting to break the mirror.

He was hungry again. Sighing, he decided to fly above the fields and see if somebody had decided to have a cult meeting. He was certain some people told others about "the devil coming to the Earth to feed on Halloween". Stupidity, but food.

He went downstairs. Without saying a single word to his foster parents, he left the house, transformed and flew off; not giving a damn about anybody seeing him.

It was the evening, the sun was setting. Darkness fell over the city very soon. Brendon flew back to the spot he flew above on Halloween. One fire was lit.

The same place as last time.

Sighing, he flew away. He'll return later. Now, he'd rather just fly around for a while.

...

"Patrick, is it?"

Patrick wiped a few tears off his face and looked up at the unfamiliar faces "Yes"

"Aw, come here. Why are you crying? It's okay, we'll make you feel better"

...

When the flying started to really bore Brendon, he returned to the fire. He flew straight above it, looking down. A circle of people, a circle of fire, and a screaming victim.

This person didn't seem very... voluntarily.

He waved his wings slowly, not hungry enough to be in a rush. He smelled the fire, hating it. Fire was destructive. Fire was thus disgusting. Fire was like him.

Ryan hated fire.

When he reached the ground, he stood on it, removing the fire with the wind of his wings. He covered his body with his wings, listening to all the excited gasps alongside one screaming soul.

Moving his wings in a dramatic fashion, Brendon locked eyes with his victim. When he saw the person, the hunger inside him only grew. He smirked.

Patrick looked him straight in the eye, crying and replacing his screams with desperate pants; he was begging for mercy.