Archaic ||Peterick||

The Academy Is...

Pete jumped in fear. The walls glowed red, an alarm piercing his sensitive ears. He could hear movement, lots of people moving in a panic all at once. Pete made his own panicked sound, covering his ears and squeezing his eyes shut. He heard footsteps on the corridor he was sprawled across.

Petes eyes slowly opened. He blinked up at the man from the floor. He had long, shoulder length hair. His features were very prominent and sharp. Pete was reminded of Mikey a bit, except the eyes. This boys eyes were smaller than Mikeys and a darker shade of brown.

The boy pulled an arrow from a pack on his back. He placed it on the thin string of a bow and pulled it back elegantly, pointing it right at Petes forehead.

Pete whimpered, his eyes filling with tears. Everyone wanted him dead, he caused trouble everywhere. He scrambled back, still on the floor from his dramatic slide. "P-please! Please don't! I'm not here to steal or-or kill or-" Petes frame shook with sobs.

William reluctantly lowered the bow and arrow. "You're a vampire." He stated.

Pete nodded nervously. He stared at the weapon like it would grow a mind of its own and shoot him.

"Why are you here?"

"M-my.. friend got turned and he was fed so much blood and he was chasing me! He was going to kill me and I ran! And I saw the door and I thought I may as well give it a try!" Pete was curled on himself, a blubbering mess upon the tackily tiled floor.

William nodded, his shoulders slumped. He sighed and rubbed his face. "Hey.. it's okay. Cmon get up" He put his hand out for Pete. His posture had relaxed a good deal since the alarms first went off but he was still clutching his bow and arrow tightly.

Petes cold hand took the boys warm one and he pulled himself up. Pete dusted off his grimy jeans and rubbed his eyes. "Thanks, man" he mumbled, embarrassed he had broken down in front of a stranger.

William glanced around. "Alright. Follow me. Try to blend in." William started skirting down corridors, Pete following like a stumbling child.

There was complete chaos further into the school, kids running around with various weapons. Pete whimpered pathetically and grabbed Williams hand, not wanting to get lost in the bustle.

William entered a dorm room and shut the door behind him immediately. "Sit. Stay. Don't speak." He commanded, pointing at the bed.

Pete quickly obliged and watched as the tall boy slunk back out through the door. He glanced around the room. It reminded him of his room in college, pretty plain and simple, a few posters here and there. His eye was drawn to all the heavy books titled with different Latin words.

He could hear the shouting quieten and the rumbling of a thousand footsteps cease to exist. Pete held his breath, what if it had been a lie? What if this was his real end.

"No. It was a false alarm. I've checked the entirety of the grounds, there's no vampire. It was probably one of the new kids playing a prank." Pete heard Williams voice float through the hardwood door, lying to his elder.

"You better be right Beckett. This is the lives of innocent people on the line."

Pete waited silently for a few moments, not daring to move. He heard footsteps retreating down the corridor and sighed. William slipped back in.

He stared at Pete for an uncomfortable amount of time. "I thought I told you to sit."

Pete quickly regained his motor controls. "I-I was! B-but I got anxious and I had to move so I-" Pete has never felt so scared in his life. All day, everyone he had met had tried to kill him.

William dropped his weapon and sighed. "God, you're helpless, aren't you?" He mumbled. Pete nodded pitifully and gazed at the floor.

He eventually decided to break the awkward silence by pointing at the second bed. "Do you have a roommate?"

William nodded and started rustling about on his cluttered desk. "His name is Gabe Saporta. You should be meeting him soon."

Pete nodded and sat back down, this time on the floor. He had some decency. He knew his clothes were filthy and Williams bed looked relatively clean.

"I'm Pete by the way." He spoke to Williams back.

"William Beckett. But some people call me Bilvy." He shrugged. Pete frowned but didn't comment.

"So, explain without the blubbering what happened." William sat on the bed and watched Pete. Pete sighed and started from the start, the very start. He told him about how he'd been bitten by Gerard, 'killed' his girlfriend and met Patrick. He was talking until the sun came up.

"Gerard.. that rings a bell. Gerard who?"

"Gerard Way."

Pete watched tiredly as William raced over to his desk and started flicking through a book full of what seemed to be family trees.

"Why does he matter? How's it going to help?"

"You said Patrick got turned by him as well. If we can track your bloodline we can find a way to break the tracking bond Patrick has on you."

"Tracking bond?"

"How do you think he always found you? You're connected now. He's coming Pete. You can't escape the inevitable."

William turned back to the book and nodded. "The Ways. They each have three quirks. You know what a quirk is, right?"

Pete shook his head.

"It's an ability that a vampire has. Like, some could have the ability to read minds or control others with their mind."

Pete nodded. "Well, I can shapeshift. Would that be one?"

William nodded, his wavy brown hair bouncing with the action. "By the sound of how you got away, I think you have a speed quirk."

Pete nodded. William frowned. "You said Gerard turned you."

"Because he did."

"No he didn't. His brother did."

Pete jumped up and stormed over. "Excuse me?" He looked at the old, frayed book. There, connected to Mikey, was his sunken face. He watched as Patrick's face slowly materialised next to Gerard.

Pete cursed and growled. "That petty bitch." He huffed and stomped his foot.

"Let's just try and find your last quirk. It could help you when the time comes."

Pete wasn't sure whether he loved or hated him for not saying the words. He didn't have time to think though, soon the sun would go down and so would Pete.