Blessed and Cursed

Little Pete Likes It Rough

Pete POV
"Gah!"
A bitter almost toxic taste entered my mouth. My tongue felt like it was turning to ash. Then I looked over to Patrick who had crumpled to the floor. A golden ichor was spilling from his neck. Then all at once the gold stopped oozing. And he got up while I still lay immobile on the floor. "P-p-patrick?" is all I manage to choke out before my vision fades into black.
Patrick POV
"Holy smokes!"
"Why, why did I do that? Oh my goodness."
As I go over to Pete I can tell that he is still alive- well to a certain degree. There is no pulse or riding of his chest but his eyes are moving under his eyelids. He's going to be out for a while I know that in the least. But for him to over come the holy water so quickly he must still be a fledgling. As I start to tie him back to the couch I remember my blood. I forgot that like ya know my blood sets things on fire. 'Okay Patrick departmentmentalize first blood then blood sucker. Yup, that works.'
"Ugh!" I am going to be scrubbing this blood off of everything forever. Pete still hasn't woken up yet though which I guess is one of the good things that come out of this. While the other being seeing how peaceful he looks while he is out. Okay I might be getting some small feelings for Pete but I can't draw attention to myself especially now. Fleeing Heaven was not the greatest idea I have ever had but it was good at the time. Like either join a heavenly war or flee and become a reject in a place that I will never see again. I think the decision was quite clear.