The Beauty of Crimson 》 Daltrick [Discontinued]

Chapter Two

The next night, Dallon does some research. Patrick doesn't have any social media's to be contacted at, surprisingly, but his manager does. A brief look through his manager's account had confirms a few things for Dallon.

Dallon already had an idea that Patrick was new in the modeling game. He's surprised he had a manager at all. His manager, Pete Wentz, seems to not have any other models signed. Dallon decided not to ponder over this, instead just focusing on contacting the model's manager.

Dear Wentz,

I heard about the model you're managing, Patrick Stump, from an issue of Clandestine. I was wondering if it was possible that I could take a few pics with him? I believe without a doubt that his beauty is worth showcasing around the world.

I'm employed by a magazine, but this is primarily for my own pleasure. If all goes well, I can see what I can do with distributing the pictures.

Sincerely,

Dallon Weekes.

Dallon feels satisfied about the email he wrote. He sends it off, and then pulls out his phone to tell Ryan that he went through with it. Ryan won't see it for a few hours becaus he's at work, but as his best friend, Ryan has the right to know practically everything in his life.

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"'Tricky darling, come over here. I got some good news for you."

Patrick sighs to himself, walking over to his manager. "What is it?"

Pete gestures him closer to look at the email on his computer. "It's formal as fuck," he says. "This guy might be the real deal."

Patrick reads over the words. A photographer is interested in him? He would be flattered, but he's not sure if he can trust the man. "Yes, but he also didn't mention the magazine he works for. Could be worse than Clandestine, maybe."

"You don't have the option to be picky, remember?" Pete reminds him, and Patrick groans quietly. "It could be good for us."

"At least make him send some of his photo's," Patrick pleads. "I want someone who is talented, not some newbie."

"I'll see what I can do," Pete replies. Then, he smirks faintly. He pulls Patrick closer to him and squeezes his cheeks.

"What are you doing?" Patrick sighs, pushing him away slightly.

"His beauty is worth showcasing around the world," Pete quotes from the email. "Looks like you got yourself an admirer."

"An admirer of my looks," he retorts. "Anyone can enjoy the way someone looks."

The two knew this better than anyone else, and often used it to their advantage. Looks can be very deceiving, and both knew how to utilize that fact. It's essential to how they lived.

"Yes," Pete agrees. "But if you meet him, you can make him like you for more than just your physical beauty."

Patrick rolls his eyes. He moves back from him and gestures to the computer. "Just reply to him," he demands.

"Fine," Pete sighs. "You always ruin my fun."

And well, maybe he does. Out of the two, Patrick's somehow the more responsible one. Though he's older than him, Pete is more carefree. Patrick supposes that's because he's used to the life they live now. Patrick's a newcomer to it, though, and his urges are consuming. He can't think about anything but his goal, so he's always so cautious about it.

Patrick walks out of Pete's office, while Pete composes an email back to the photographer.

Dear Weekes,

Something can definitely be arranged. Patrick's flattered by your interest, but has some concerns. We were wondering if you could show us the quality of work that you normally produce.

Other than that, I would say that we can start planning the details for the shoot. Along with your work, please reply with some times you'll be available, and we'll see what we can do.

With love,

Pete Wentz

Pete sends the email off, tapping his fingers on his desk meticulously. Opportunities like this are so rare, and it just so happened to land right into the palms of their hands. Pete smiles, getting up from his chair and walking out of his office.

His office is just an extra room in the apartment they share. He walks over to Patrick's bedroom and knocks on the door. Patrick opens it after a moment. "What is it?" he asks.

"I'm feeling hungry," Pete says. "I'm sure you are too." 

Patrick turns his head to the side, looking shameful. He scratches his neck. "I wish I wasn't," he says.

Pete's eyes are fixated on his neck hungrily. It takes him a moment to realize his mistake. He sighs to himself, and digs out a scarf. He wraps it around his neck, giving Pete a stern look. "Don't get any funny ideas," he warns.

"Okay," Pete replies, blinking a few times to fully get out of the haze. He clears his throat. "Um, sorry."

"It's fine," Patrick says. It's not like he can tell Pete to deny his very nature, because it's inherently cruel and probably impossible to do. "Let's go out and feel the wind."

Pete grins, his canines popping from his mouth. "I concur," he says, and once they're out of the apartment, they're off to look for a victim.

During the search, Patrick finds himself thinking about the photographer. It's true he doesn't have a lot of expectations for this modeling career of his, but Pete has hyped him up to the point that he expects something. He might be a mediocre model forever, but even mediocre model's get paid, and that's what is concerning.

"How about that guy, 12:00?" Pete questions, gesturing his head towards that direction. Patrick snaps out of his thoughts and looks the guy over.

"Looks good to me," he says, and the two move in on him.

Afterwards, when they're full and feel normal again, Pete tells him not to worry about the photographer. "I'll take care of you like always."

"Yeah, sure," Patrick replies, rolling his eyes. It's typically the other way around, but oh well.

While he is curious about what the photographer will want, he knows to stay focused in the moment. Curiosity kills the cat, and doesn't seem to care much about those who are already dead.