Subject 208

Chapter 13~Searching

{Author's POV}

      "We've got to find him! He's got to be around here somewhere." Pete shouted as the three of them walked through the woods, flashlights and the glow of the moon illuminating their way.

      "Pete, I hate to say it, but he is a vampire. He could be miles away at this point." Ryan reminded him, dread filling his body at the thought of Patrick being lost in a strange place hours or even days away from them. 

     "Where are we even going, Pete?" Brendon wondered. They'd been headed in the same direction for some time, Pete leading the others through the woods on a mission. 

     "Don't you guys remember?! You were there!" Pete exclaimed, rolling his eyes in exasperation. When Brendon and Ryan both remained silent, Pete shook his head, letting out a deep sigh. "When you guys first found Patrick? He was living in a cabin out here, remember? Maybe he went there, since it's like a safe-place for him."  he explained. 

     "Oh, yeah! Wow, it's been a long time, huh, Bren? I forgot about that!" Ryan said, shocked, the details of that night and the forest finally bringing a sense of familiarity.

     "Yeah, it's been about five years, huh? That's crazy. Yeah, Pete, maybe he went there." Brendon agreed. 

     "Good. That's where we're going." Pete said, and the three of them kept moving. Eventually, they came upon the small cabin, which had definitely aged since they'd last been there. 

     Pete, Brendon, and Ryan approached the house cautiously, before Pete stopped. "Who's car is that?" Ryan asked, stealing the words right out of his mouth. 

     "That...That looks like one of the Lab Vans." Pete said, in horror. 

     "That can't be good. Come on." Ryan said, moving towards the house. Suddenly, a loud crash came from inside the house, making the three of them stop in their tracks. 

     "Patrick!" Pete cried, running towards the house, Ryan and Brendon right behind him.

      Pete burst through the door. "Patrick?! Patrick, where are you?!" he shouted, looking into the living room. He stopped, hearing a door slam and a gun go off. 

     "Pete, backyard!" Brendon called as he and Ryan raced around the back of the house. Pete went through the house, quietly heading towards the back door. He gasped when he saw Patrick on the ground, a man holding a gun standing over him. 

     "Patrick!" he called, stepping out from the shadows of the house. The man turned, as well as Patrick, in shock. 

     "P-Pete, what are you doing here?" Patrick asked nervously. 

     "I came looking for you. Vaughn ran off. I was worried sick, Patrick." Pete explained, moving closer. 

     The man held up his gun, making him freeze. "Don't move." he ordered. 

     "Wait, Gerard? What are you doing?" Pete asked, recognizing the man. (yep.) 

     "My job. 208 belongs in the lab, Wentz. I need to bring him back, now." Gerard said, glaring daggers at Pete. 

     "Listen, you don't have to do this! My dad can't force you to do this if you don't want to. Please, Gerard! I know you're better than this." Pete pleaded. Gerard hesitated, looking between Pete, Patrick, and the gun. 

     Suddenly, a blur passed Pete's vision, and something knocked Gerard to the ground. His screams pierced the air as Patrick bit into his neck viciously, draining him in seconds. When he was finished, he looked up at Pete, Brendon and Ryan, his yellow eyes glowing in the darkness.