Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 3 part 2 - Peter Pov

Peter Pov

Fuck it! I knew today would be bad. I stormed out of the classroom.

To say that I was caught off guard was an understatement. Why did I ever enter that groupie crazed seist pool in the first place? It was totally stupid of me. I knew all the girls would be swooning over him, like they always did. I was prepared for that, well in part at least. What I wasn't prepared for was his f-ing lecture!

The Professors words were like a punch to the gut. He had been glared at me as if trying to challenge me to do something about it. I had to get out before something happened to the poor bastard, and everything goes to hell. Not because his words weren't true, because they were. I know I am a monster, I feed on the living. There is no denying it. What I didn't need was it thrown in my face. Then I had felt her eyes on me as if she was questioning and putting the pieces together. I couldn't take it, couldn't take her look. I could see it in the way she kept glancing my way. If she put it together.... Then... I shoved the dark thought into the back of my head.

It wasn't until I reached the library that my fast paced slowed. Quickly I flipped out my phone and texted Nicolae. Usually Nicolae plans our hunts so we can all go together, without Lorie. It's the only really time any of us really let off any steam.

Drogo, of course, can't always wait and that was what I was counting on, I needed it. I could feel my blood slowly boiling. After a quick text, confirming with Drogo, I quickly found my usual table and threw my backpack absentmindedly with a thud. The old librarian only looked briefly up to see who it was. Before, she quickly went back to her reading her Fifty Shades with a H.P. coverback.

Settling down, I picked up my black book. If I was going to be grounded anywhere at school it might as well be the library. It was quiet, and better yet, no one was here.

walking down one of the isles, I let my fingers graze the covers until my fingers caught on something that would keep the time from passing more slowly..

An uninteresting title for a collection of poetry by different authors throughout history presented itself, making me chuckle to myself. Nostalgia.

No matter what era books, especially poetry had been a favorite pastime of mine. Conveying words into musical pieces was something I once had a passion for and ... shared.

I was left alone, in peace, for long time before someone walked up and stood next to me.

Drogo - "You should know better then to go to the cafeteria with a dirty shirt, before lunch."

"It WAS clean this morning."

I emphasized the was to show my annoyance but in reality I was more annoyed with the fact that Lorie had managed to make two lateral stains, without me noticing.

I took a deep sigh before getting up. School was over and It was time to head home. If the fates were kind I could avoid seeing her until tomorrow. Drogo was already busy talking about his weekend plans as we headed off when I caught a glimpse Zeva. She was talking to... Loan?! I stopped. I couldn't believe it. Why would they be talking?

Drogo - "Well isn't that our little one. Let's listen in?"

Drogos voice is low and challenging, making me clench my fists trying to ignore it. I barely acknowledge Drogos mischievous smile as I followed his lead into the shadows.

Zeva - "For now, I feel good, the university is fantastic, and Sarah helps me feel at home."

Her words are enough to give me a whiplash of mixed emotions, but before I could sort any of them out, Loan had already responded.

Loan - "If you want I can give you a tour. I've lived here since I was little. I could show you secret and intimate places ... "

I saw red. I wanted to rip his head off and drain every single drop. He was going to put his hands on her. Instincts took over as I started to stalk my prey. I was just about to attack when I was suddenly pinned against the tree, earning my attention. Effectively snapping me out of it.

"Fuck!"

I hissed. The words were out as everything came crashing down on me. What I was. What I was about to do. I have never felt this rage before. Covering my fangs with my hand, I quickly retracted them.

Drogo - "Fuck, doesn't begin to cover it Peter! We need to get you out of here!"

Drogo hissed back at me, and I nodded for him as he let me go. He quickly took off towards the forest. I was just about to follow when I couldn't help but overhear the last part of Ziva and Loans conversation.

Ziva - "See you!"

Her words were like a piano cord breaking. 'See you'. I hadn't misheard. Just dwelling on it was enough to get my blood boiling again, so I vapped off catching up to Drogo in no time. All the while ignoring his face. It was something I hadn't seen directed at me in long while. Worry.

Once we had finished, the moon had risen high, before we get back to the manor.

Drogo - "Ready to go face some music?"

I grimaced at his words as I pushed open the door revealing an grumpy Nicolae. He was leaning over the pool table ready to break when we entered.

Nicolae -"Want to explain why I had to scramble in order to pick up Lorie today?"

I shrugged not feeling like talking about it. I was still trying to figure that out myself. Beside Nicolae was looking at Drogo for answers anyway, it didn't even cross his mind that I could be the cause. Unfortunately Drogo is and never will be subtle.

Drogo- "Loan Huxley is a dick. And Peter almost fanged him!"

He practically burst out with that last part. I shot a look at Drogo, who quickly threw up his arms in a fake surrender. Only the amazement in his tone and eyes remained. Like a great Cheshire Cat.

(Hey, I have my own reasons in wanting to drain the guy.) - Drogo

Taking an exasperated sigh Nicolae returned his focus on his game and we both grabbed our poles, joining in.

Nicolae - "If your going to lie at least try and put some effort in it next time. Peters next."

"Actually Nicolae, that is exactly what happened. "

Nicolae almost scratches the green, sending the white ball flying off the pool table and into my hand. His face full of concern.

Nicolae - "Peter? Explain."

I placed the ball down on the pool table and took my aim.

"I'm not sure."