Uhhhh Vampire Thing

Chapter Three

~Patrick's POV~

I have several questions.

Why am I tied to a chair in Pete Wentz's garage?

Why has Pete Wentz tied me to a chair in the first place?

How did I get from the forest to Pete Wentz's garage?

And most importantly: How did Pete Wentz tie me, the third or fourth most dangerous thing in that specific park, to a chair in his garage?

I feel him taking off the blindfold.
He looks different. More tired, more worried. Maybe a little bit more sad.

"Man," he says. "We were looking everywhere for you. I was sure you got kidnapped. Joe and Andy, they said you'd probably just gone somewhere. But you said you'd text me when you got home, and you didn't. You're not the sort to just randomly disappear for three days, either."

Wait, three days?

He shakes his head. "I knew they'd go for one of us one day. But why you?"

"I'm going to get Joe and Andy. Do not untie yourself, because, although I really don't want to, I will kill you."

He left, leaving me very confused and slightly upset.

Had I really been gone for three days? Was I just passed out on the balcony the whole time, or was Brendon doing some sort of vampire shit?

Suddenly, I hear a voice. At first, I supposed it was just my thoughts, but that voice was undoubtedly not mine.

Patrick?

Was that Brendon?

"Brendon?"

Yeah. I can only do this once a day so listen.

I could vaguely hear an irritating song in the background.

They're going to interrogate you, so I expressly forbid you to tell them that I am a vampire. You cannot tell them I turned you, and you cannot tell them I was anywhere near you within the last three days. I'm going to get you out of there as soon as possible.

"Okay, what if I do tell them?"

You can't. Bye!

Well, that was informative.

Pete, Joe and Andy are here. They walk slowly, like you would around a bear. (3&4 dangerous joke here?)

Pete sits down in the chair in front of me. Andy and Joe seem to be setting up some sort of recording device.

Pete brings out what appears to be a metal rod. I have never wanted to be further away from an object in my life.

Pete smiles darkly at my discomfort. "Silver."

Joe comes over with the recording device, hanging the microphone on a hook in the ceiling. He sets it down on a desk and turns it on.

"Recording.... Now."

"July interrogation number 27, category..." Pete looks over at Andy, who is working with a laptop. "Three?"