Subject 208

Chapter 19~Aftermath

Hey! So, I mentioned the possibility of this last chapter, but this is the last chapter of this story. Before I go on saying how glad I am you've all enjoyed this story and all of that, I would like to say thank you all for getting this story to 3K reads! This story reached 3K before my first "Wild Ones" story, which honestly surprised me, bc I expected Wild Ones to get there first (we're at like 2.7k now, I think, so it's making good progress.) Either way, I'm so happy we've reached 3K, and thanks to all of you for getting us here, especially before we finished this story! :)

I really hope you enjoy this chapter. This is it!

Also, I'm not sure if I've used that pic before, but if I have, I don't really care, bc it is a really awesome picture! :)

{Last chapter ending-Pete's POV}

          Patrick's expression was now one of exhaustion, and I could tell he was not steady on his feet. I rushed forward, catching him as he collapsed, his eyes closing immediately. I tried to shake him awake, but he remained unconscious. Tears fell from my eyes, as I shakily lowered my face to his, and pressed my lips to his, kissing him gently. My dad placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing comfortingly. Sniffling, I leaned my head against Patrick's chest, listening to the soothing beat of his heart.

{Present Time-Pete's POV}

       Feeling the rhythmic beating up against the side of my head caused me to jump up from Patrick's prone form, eyes widened in shock. Cautiously, I pressed a finger to the vein in his throat, confirming my insane discovery to be true. "Peter?" my dad asked, giving me a look of concern, with just a hint of curiosity embedded deep inside. 

     "Dad...feel this." I said, gesturing to the vein. 

     "What's going on, Peter?" he wondered, slowly moving closer. 

     "Dad, just...please, just feel it. It's...His heart..." I stuttered, still unable to comprehend the feeling. My dad cautiously reached down and placed a hand on Patrick's chest, his curious expression immediately turning into one of wonder and surprise as he felt the beating heart.

     "That...That's impossible! He's...alive! Vampire's aren't supposed to have a pulse." he exclaimed. 

     "Maybe since Vaughn was the 'more vampiric' part of him, and we killed him...maybe it killed the vampire in Patrick. He's...He's human, dad!" I said in amazement at the new turn of events.

     "I know, son. It truly is incredible. We should get him somewhere more comfortable, though. He needs to rest, and in a place that is not the basement floor. We also have to check on Ross and Urie." my father said seriously, with just a sprinkle of a joking tone.

     "Yeah, come on. I'll bring him up to his room." I said, carefully lifting Patrick into my arms and allowing my dad to lead the way up onto the main floor before we moved up the stairs to Patrick's room. My dad opened the door for me, and I slipped past and carefully placed Patrick on his bed, folding the blanket up over him and making sure the curtains were closed, seeing as the sun would be up in a few hours. "There. Let's go check on Brendon and Ryan." I said, giving Patrick's sleeping form a small smile. "Yeah. Come on, son. He'll be okay." Dad said, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. I gave him a shy smile, a sad nod, and walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. 

      Ryan was already awake when I got downstairs. He had left the basement and now was leaning over Brendon, who was lying out cold on the couch. Ryan was running his fingers through Brendon's hair, humming softly. "Hey, Ry. How're you feeling?" I asked, kneeling down on the floor beside him.