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Chapter 166
********Trigger Warning for Graphic Violence and Gore********
*Pete is shocked as he stares down at Joe’s dead body in abject horror. While Gabe may be holding him in place, he’s frozen from what he just witnessed and couldn’t move if he tried. Patrick is still sucking on his neck to make sure he got every little drop of his blood. Pete knows Patrick will be coming after him immediately because Gabe starved him for so long that he’s still absolutely famished, so he needs to move and get as far away from Patrick as possible, but he’s still frozen in fear and can’t move. Suddenly, he feels like he has control of his body again, which meant that Gabe had released him, but he still was powerless to move. He felt himself almost dissociating. It’s like he’s in this haze where he’s questioning reality. He knows that what just happened was real, that Joe was dead, and that Patrick had killed him, but his brain doesn’t believe it. He’s not sure how to convince his brain what happened was real, but he doesn’t really get the chance to figure it out before he’s pulled from his thoughts by Gabe yelling at him.
“Yo! Earth to Pete! Are you there?” Gabe asks.
“Yes. I’m here. Why hasn’t Patrick attacked me yet?” Pete asks.
“That would be because I’m controlling him. I wanted to give you a fair shot at defending yourself, even though it won’t do anything, and if I’d let him attack you, then you wouldn’t be able to fight him. So…are you ready now?” Gabe asks.
Pete thinks about that for a minute. He doesn’t have time to question anything regarding Joe’s death right now, so he pushes all that back into the far reaches of his mind. He looks down at his hands and finds he’s holding two wooden stakes that have been soaked in holy water. Even just touching Patrick with one should burn him. Wait…can I really do this though? Can I fight the man that I love to the death? Patrick is such a sweet, wonderful person. WAS, Pete. Patrick WAS a sweet, wonderful person. What you just saw should prove to you that this version of Patrick is anything but sweet and wonderful. Granted, it’s not his fault, but he still wants to subdue you and suck your blood until you are dead. He may still be the same person beneath that, but Gabe’s starved him for so long, that he’s acting on instincts, which are to kill you and drain your body of blood to satisfy his insane hunger. You must fight him whether you want to or not. If you don’t kill him, he will definitely kill you. It’s not even close to being a fair fight either. Patrick has powers and abilities that far exceed yours. This will probably result in your death, but you need to fight and hang on for as long as you can. You owe it to Joe to do your best to avenge his death even if it results in your own death. So, take those stakes in your hand and use them! It’s him or you! Fight like it’s the end, because it is and take no prisoners! Pete comes back to himself with a newly found outlook and energy to fight Patrick as hard as he can.
“Hey! I asked you a question! I expect an answer!” Gabe states impatiently.
“Yes! I’m ready! Let’s do this!” Pete answers.
“Alright. I’d start running now if I was you, Petey! He’s still going to be starving and he’s much faster than you are now.” Gabe mentions.
“Ok.” Pete replies as he takes off running.
“On three. One. Two. Three!” Gabe counts down.
On three he releases Patrick who immediately takes off after Pete and is on his heels very quickly. Pete senses him coming and is ready with the stakes. He doesn’t stab Patrick with them, but he pokes him hard enough that it burns his skin, which slows him down very briefly. Pete takes off again with Patrick hot on his tail. Patrick tries to grab him from behind and deck him, but Pete uses the end of the stake to cut his skin, causing him great pain and making him hiss at Pete. Pete takes advantage of this by cracking him over the head with it, which doesn’t do much other than piss him off more and burn him where it made contact with his skin. Pete tries to deck him, catching him off guard which works, but they end up rolling around on the ground trying to injure each other. Pete manages to get up and make a break for it, but Patrick runs into him so hard, smashing him into the wall on one side of the room. Pete pushes him back and manages to get a few good kicks and punches in before he lightly stabs him with one of the stakes.
Pete takes advantage of Patrick’s pain getting behind him and shoving him into the wall this time. Patrick growls loudly at him and tries to push him away, accidentally throwing Pete to the floor where he slides halfway across the room. Luckily, Pete wasn’t injured during this fall, so he was still able and willing to fight harder. He could do so much more damage in his wolf form, but something was stopping him from being able to change. He’s not paying complete attention when Patrick takes his arm and uses it to flip Pete over, landing on his back hard. Patrick tries to take advantage of Pete’s stunned state, but Pete rolls out of his way and stands up immediately. He elbows Patrick in the face a few times, then punches him hard enough to throw him back and slide across the floor until he hits the wall on the other side of the room. This didn’t appear to hurt him though, and he gets right back and tries to rush Pete, but he gets out of the way and uses the tip of the stake to slash up his back as Patrick falls onto his stomach, crying out in pain. Pete uses all his strength to hit Patrick’s back with the stakes, which appear to do at least some damage. He screamed from the pain and was slow to get back up, giving Pete the chance to kick his legs and arms out from under him and kick him in the gut as hard as he could several times.
Pete runs away from him after that, regrouping and preparing himself for the next onslaught of fighting. Patrick stands and runs straight at him, hoping to deck him so he can start feeding, but Pete manages to grab both Patrick’s hands and uses them to flip him over onto his back on the ground incredibly hard. This truly angers Patrick, so he stands back up, growling fiercely and pins him against the wall. Then he grabs Pete by the neck and holds him up with his feet off the ground choking him. Pete coughs, wheezes, hacks and starts seeing stars. He thinks that this might be it, and Patrick will feed on him and kill him, but then something weird happens. Patrick was putting his all into choking Pete and Pete was very close to losing consciousness when he suddenly let go and dropped Pete onto the ground coughing, wheezing, hacking and trying to catch his breath. He makes eye contact with Patrick for a split second as he steps back a few steps. There was a strange look in his eyes that Pete couldn’t read. It was somewhere between confusion, slight recognition, and the usually angry look. Pete knew Patrick couldn’t speak or understand language at all, but it almost felt like he’d been so close to killing Pete, but something stopped him from doing it. It was like he couldn’t follow through with it. Pete has no idea what that was, but he’s not complaining because it gave him like two more minutes to recover from being choked. Once he feels his lungs working again, he feels his body regain the energy he needed to keep fighting.
Pete takes advantage of this burst of energy to get the fuck away from Patrick. He gets as far away as possible, but that doesn’t last long because Patrick grabs Pete from behind and shoves him onto the floor on his stomach with such force that it causes Pete to slide into the middle of the room, giving him terrible road rash on his knees and belly. It takes Pete a minute to recover from that, but he knows Patrick is probably right on his tail, so he stands up and readies himself to take on Patrick. He’s standing there holding a stake in both hands in attack mode. Patrick rushes toward him with his super speed, attempting to knock him over again, but Pete is ready for him this time. Instead of knocking Pete over, Pete grabs him at just the right moment, flinging him in the opposite direction so that Patrick goes flying into the wall at with a full head of steam. If he’d still been human, Patrick would’ve either been knocked out, or he’d have such a severe concussion that he’d be unable to function. Pete wishes that was the case, but it’s not. Now Patrick is very angry and loudly growling at Pete! He comes running back and begins beating him with his vampire strength. Pete manages to get a few hits and kicks in, but Patrick is so much stronger that no matter how hard Pete fights, he can’t seem to do any damage. Patrick is literally kicking his ass. Pete had dropped the two stakes he had when Patrick had punched him so hard that he’d flown back and fallen on his ass. He immediately gets to his knees and stands just as Patrick tries to land another hard blow, but this time, Pete blocks it and kicks him in the chest as hard as he can, which causes Patrick to be thrown back far enough so that Pete could get some distance between them, picking up the stakes on his way out.
When he stops for a second to catch his breath, he realizes just how battered his body is and how he was getting tired and weaker. This is so not good! I’ve managed to stave him off for a while, but I can’t keep up this pace for much longer. This is going to be my downfall! What am I supposed to do? He’s a vampire with strength, agility, and endless energy that far exceeds what I’m capable of doing for a long time. I knew this was going to happen eventually, but I’d hoped it wouldn’t have happened so quickly. Ok Pete, dig deep and give it everything that you’ve got! I don’t care if it hurts or what you must endure, you need to keep fighting or he’s going to kill you! Make the most of the time and energy you have left and don’t give in until he injures you to the point that you physically can’t get off the floor again. If that means stabbing him with those stakes, then that’s what you must do.
While it seemed like that pep talk had lasted long enough that Patrick would attack him again, it had really only been a few seconds. Pete stood there ready and waiting for Patrick to attack again, but it took him a few minutes before he was in front of Pete ready to continue fighting. Pete distracts him enough that he manages to stab Patrick in the leg with one stake and drags the tip of it across Patrick’s chest, causing him to scream from the pain and momentarily weaken him. Pete takes that opportunity to return some hard punches, kicks, and elbow jabs, eventually managing to flip Patrick over, causing him to land very hard on the floor on his back. For a minute, it looks like Pete might be turning the corner and leveling the playing field until he feels something sharp and incredibly painful lodging itself in his lower abdomen. When he looks down at it, he sees the wooden stake that he’d just used to stab Patrick, wedged deeply in his lower abdomen and it’s bleeding from the wound. Pete falls to his knees with his hands around the stake and shrieks from the immense pain.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Pete shrieks.
Pete then collapses onto the ground because he can no longer hold himself up. Pete debates pulling it out, but chooses not to, knowing that it would bleed so much faster that he’d be dead in less than a minute. The smell of Pete’s blood brings Patrick to his side less than a second later. Pete wanted to keep fighting, but he’d lost enough blood at that point that he didn’t have the strength or the energy to do so. Patrick bends down to smell the blood coming from the wound, licking it to get a small taste. He seems to understand that if he pulls out the stake, Pete will bleed to death almost immediately, so he leaves it there, licking the blood coming from it for a bit longer. That seemed to be enough of a sample that Patrick must have more, so he straddles Pete’s body, leans down, turns his head to the side so he has better access to his neck and bores his fangs deeply into Pete’s neck, allowing his mouth to fill with Pete’s delicious blood. Pete screams from the intense amount of pain traveling through his neck at that exact moment.
“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screams.
That doesn’t appear to faze Patrick at all as he guzzles down mouthful after mouthful of Pete’s blood. The pain increases exponentially with each pull Patrick takes, causing unbearable pain for Pete, who allows another howl to slip out of his mouth.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Oh God, it hurts so bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Make it stop!!!!!!!!” Pete howls.
That doesn’t stop Patrick from drinking though, in fact, Pete’s lost enough blood between being stabbed and Patrick sucking his blood that he’s feeling very weak, exhausted, and the room is spinning. He’s drinking so fast! I won’t be able to hold out much longer at this rate!
Pete’s excessive pain only keeps aggressively climbing with each mouthful of blood Patrick takes and it’s getting to the point where Pete is approaching his pain threshold. He’s not there quite yet, but he’s getting close. He’s in so much pain at this point that he’s run out of words to describe it other than all consuming. Pete screams again, not being able to stop himself.
“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Holy Fucknuggets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please, Patrick!!!!!!!!!!! Make it stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t handle much more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Pete screams, knowing that Patrick can’t hear or understand him.
Unfortunately, Pete’s pain only intensifies to the point that he’s a few seconds away from closing his eyes for the last time and losing conscious when the pain suddenly ramps down a bit. He has no idea what’s going on, but he will take every extra second of life that he has left. The pain backs down again and seems to continue until Pete gets to a place where the pain is still terrible, but he can tolerate it for just a short time longer. While his pain is tapering off, the amount of blood Patrick has taken and the speed with which he’s taken it does not. Pete feels exceedingly weak, he can’t keep his eyes open, and the room is spinning so fast that it’s making him nauseous. He’s blacking out every two or three minutes and it’s only a matter of time before he closes his eyes for the last time. Pete feels himself dangling dangerously close to death. His breathing has slowed way down, and his heart rate is rapidly slowing down. He knows it will be any moment now. Goodbye, Patrick! I will love you to eternity and back! I forgive you for killing me! Pete releases his final breath as his heartbeat slows to the point that it eventually stops. He sees an incredibly bright light and feels himself walking toward it. When he reaches the end of it, he sees Joe and all the rest of his deceased pack members. They all welcome him with open arms as they all walk further into the light together.*
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*Patrick continues sucking on Pete’s neck for a few more minutes to make sure he gets every single drop of blood before he pulls off Pete’s neck and licks the bite marks shut. Then he crawls down to where the stake is lodged in his abdomen. He grabs it and tries to pull it out when it burns him. Patrick lets go and hisses and growls at it. He looks down and sees Pete’s shirt on his body, so he tears a piece of fabric off it, wraps it around the stake and pulls it until it comes out. It’s still dripping with more of Pete’s delicious blood, but he knows he can’t lick it because it will burn his tongue, so Patrick discards it on the floor and then returns to the gaping wound in Pete’s abdomen. He lifts what’s left of Pete’s shirt, licks all the blood off his skin, and then sticks his mouth over the wound sucking hard on it to pull any excess blood left in the wound into his mouth. Finally, he sees a big pool of blood on the floor under Pete’s body, so he moves Pete’s body out of the way so that he can lap up all the remaining blood on the floor until he’s consumed it all. He wipes the blood off his mouth and face with the sleeve of his shirt and then sits back against the wall next to Pete’s body with his eyes closed to allow the blood to heal his wounds, restore his strength and invigorate him. Patrick was still in a semi-feral state since Gabe had starved him for so long, so he was by no means anywhere close to being himself. In fact, he was still hungry, but his blood lust was under control for the time being. The longer he sat there, the more he felt like he was returning to some recognizable semblance of himself, and the fog was slowly lifting in his head.
About forty-five minutes later, he felt like he was pretty much back to normal, or whatever counted as being normal for a fledgling vampire, the fog in his head had almost completely lifted, and he was beginning to wake up. He’d been so tired after he’d finished feeding that sitting there with his eyes closed quickly turned into him nodding off and falling asleep for a bit. He tried to remember what he’d dreamt about, but he couldn’t remember anything. It was completely blank, which he thought was weird, but he didn’t feel like questioning it too much right now. Five minutes later he was ready to open his eyes. On the count of three. One. Two. Three. On three, Patrick opened his eyes and found himself staring out into a very gruesome scene. There was blood everywhere. It was pooled on the floor, two bodies whose faces he couldn’t readily see were covered in it, and it was splattered all over the walls. Patrick looked down at himself and discovered that he was also covered in blood. It looked like a really graphic murder scene. What the fuck? He was confused because it looked like he’d been the murderer, but he didn’t remember killing anyone. The only thing he remembered was being so hungry that it’d caused him to revert to this incredibly feral beast. He doesn’t remember anything from while he was in that state though. At least he thought that was the case. He looks over and sees Gabe off in his own world sitting in a chair in the back corner of the room playing with his phone and not paying any attention to whether Patrick was awake or not.
Patrick is genuinely concerned about what happened, so he stands up and walks over to the body that was closest to him. When he got there, he saw that the body had been turned onto its side, so its face was facing away from him. Patrick kneels next to it, places his bloody hand on the body’s shoulder and knocks them onto their back looking straight up. Patrick doesn’t see the body’s face immediately because his body is blocking his view at the moment. When he finally turns to look at it, he’s horrified to find that it’s Pete’s dead body looking up at him. That causes him to lose his balance and fall back onto his ass. No, that can’t be! My eyes must be playing tricks on me! There’s no way Pete could be dead, right? Gabe probably just sedated him…but if he’d done that, why isn’t he back in his cell? Patrick peers down at Pete’s dead body again and Patrick’s body is suddenly filled with terrible feelings of dread and foreboding. He knows something is very wrong and has this nagging feeling that he had something to do with this. He decides to check and make sure that Pete isn’t still alive and that he only looks lifeless and dead. He first checks to see if he’s breathing and finds that Pete’s not breathing. That definitely doesn’t bode well. Then he checks for a pulse, which he doesn’t find. Then it occurs to Patrick that he’d be able to hear Pete’s heartbeat if it was still beating. He’d heard the heartbeats of the humans he’d fed on right after he woke up until he sucked them dry until their hearts had stopped beating, aka, he’d killed them. He listens intently but he doesn’t hear anything. Oh no! What the fuck happened? Pete was alive the last time I saw him! I even talked to him right before Gabe turned me! Why do I somehow feel responsible for this? Think hard Patrick, what are you missing?
That’s when it all came flooding back to him, but he was watching it all happen rather than reliving it. Gabe had starved him for so long that he’d reverted into this rabid, super feral, primal, and animalistic creature that couldn’t understand anything, speak, or think about anything but food. Gabe had enticed him with a small vial of blood until he’d gotten close enough that Gabe had picked him up and taken him to another room and waited there with Thomas. Gabe had disappeared for a while and then returned, taking Patrick with him this time. Patrick was very confused about what was happening. He’d seen Pete and Joe restrained and sitting up against a wall. Gabe held him in place while he explained everything to Pete and Joe. He heard Gabe saying something about cutting their restraints and telling them to choose a weapon. After that, Gabe finally released him, and he’d been so starving and ravenous that all he could think about was quenching his thirst with human blood, so he’d attacked Joe first. Joe had chosen silver knives and used them to fight back against him, cutting and stabbing him more times than Patrick could count. He’d fought valiantly for a long time, but eventually Patrick had injured him to the point that he was moving very slowly, which Patrick exploited and then fed on Joe, drinking all his blood until there was none left. He’d felt Joe stop breathing and heard his heart stop, so he knew he’d killed Joe forever.
After that, he remembers not being able to move again for a while, so Gabe must’ve been holding him in place. He remembered feeling like Joe’s blood had slightly helped him feel better, but it wasn’t near enough to quell his hunger and bloodlust. He needed so much more before he’d feel full and satisfied. When Gabe released him, he immediately went after Pete. Pete had chosen wooden stakes that must’ve been soaked in holy water as his weapons. When they touched Patrick’s skin, it was exceedingly painful. Pete had also fought him for a long time, managing to cut, slice, and stab him with the stakes many times. He remembered when he’d been so angry at Pete for making it so hard to get his blood, that he’d grabbed him by the neck and held him against the wall where his feet couldn’t touch and began choking Pete. He watched as Pete coughed, wheezed, hacked, and kicked his feet while gasping to get some air in his lungs. Patrick had choked him for long enough, that Pete must’ve been seeing stars and was very close to losing consciousness. He’d come so close to killing him, but something inside him told him he had to stop, and that Pete wasn’t supposed to die that way, so he’d let go and started backing away from him. It almost felt like at that moment, I knew who he was, and I couldn’t let him die that way. It felt very strange.
They’d continued fighting for a while after that. It’d started going downhill when they were both physically beating each other. Patrick knew he was much stronger and beat the hell out of Pete. He could tell that Pete was getting tired, and he knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before his body gave out. Pete had definitely made the most out of the time he had left, eventually stabbing Patrick in the leg with a stake, which caused him immeasurable pain. He’d pulled it out even though it burned wherever he touched it. Next came the fatal blow. Patrick had thrown the stake from his leg at Pete, and it had hit him in his lower abdomen burying itself very deeply. Pete collapsed onto the ground in horrendous pain. Patrick smelled the blood and was on him in seconds. He leaned down to smell Pete’s blood escaping from around the stake and licked it to get a taste of it. It’d tasted so good, and he was still starving, that he’d decided he had to have more, so he straddled Pete’s body and sunk his fangs deep into his neck. Patrick had been so hungry that he’d immediately started guzzling Pete’s blood down as fast as he could.
He remembered hearing Pete’s screams and shrieks from the unbearable pain he was putting Pete through, but it didn’t seem to faze him at all. The only thing that Patrick was thinking about was filling his belly with Pete’s blood. Patrick kept drinking mouthful after mouthful of blood insanely quickly, not even noticing that Pete’s pain was aggressively increasing to the point that he was close to his pain threshold. He finally noticed that Pete was mere seconds from closing his eyes for good when he did something that seemed to bring Pete’s pain down. He didn’t know what he did, but Pete’s pain continued to taper off to a point where he could tolerate it much more, but he’d lost so much blood at that point, that he was fading fast. Pete started blacking out every few minutes and couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, so Patrick watched as Pete closed his eyes for the last time. It wasn’t much longer after that, that Pete’s breathing and heart rate had slowed way down. Patrick kept drinking, feeling Pete release his final breath and his heart stopped shortly after that. Pete was dead and Patrick would never hear his voice, look into his beautiful whiskey eyes, or hear him laugh ever again.
Patrick just sat there holding Pete’s body and rocking back and forth, incredibly traumatized by what he’d just witnessed himself doing to his best friend, soul mate, and the love of his life. He feels his eyes fill up with blood, flow down his cheeks and drip down onto Pete’s face. At first, they started slow but soon he’s bawling his eyes out and the blood from his “tears” is starting to collect and fall down Pete’s face onto his chest, soaking his shirt. There was already blood on his shirt from where Patrick had fed on him but now there was much more. Patrick sits there holding Pete’s body and crying for a while. He’s so distraught, traumatized and in shock that he loses track of time and has no idea how long he’s been sitting there.
What have I done? I’ve viciously and brutally killed my best friend and the love of my life! I DID THIS TO THEM! They are dead because of ME! Not only that, but I did it incredibly painfully and made their last moments on Earth absolutely miserable! They both fought so hard to stop me from killing them, but I was so much stronger than they were that eventually I wore them down and injured them badly enough that I was able to subdue them to fulfill my massively incessant hunger and blood lust. I had to put out the raging fire in my throat and soothe my horribly painful fangs no matter what it took and who I had to feed on to do it! I wasn’t even in control of my body at all! If I had been, I would’ve stopped myself from ever going after them in the first place! I would’ve rather starved to death than feed on, let alone kill my friend and my mate! I wasn’t given that option though because Gabe had starved me to the point where I became this rabid, super feral, primal, and animalistic creature that couldn’t understand anything except the need to satisfy my immense hunger! Gabe did this, not me! Well, I was the one that sucked them both dry, but if Gabe hadn’t starved me to the point that I couldn’t distinguish friend from foe, this would’ve never happened, and Pete and Joe would still be alive! Gabe is the reason why I will never see one of Pete’s million-dollar smiles again and I will never hear Joe laugh at some stupid joke or a funny situation ever again. I’m going to kill him. He’s going to pay for killing my family, turning me into this monster, and making me kill my best friend and my mate! He may not realize this, but he’s fucked with the wrong person! Yes, I’m generally a nice person, but beneath that exterior lies a raging inferno waiting to be released! I will be your worst fucking nightmare, and I won’t stop until I either get what I want, or one of us dies trying! You backed me into a corner and now you are going to see what that’s going to get you, you fucking sadistic, psychopathic, arrogant and extremely evil asshole! You should start running now because when I get my hands on you, you’ll wish you were dead! You opened Pandora’s box; now prepare to see what you unleashed!
Patrick comes out of his head a different person. He’s now weaponized himself and is armed with a kind of fury that no one knew ever existed. Even his posture has changed. He’s sitting up straighter as he turns his attention away from Pete and Joe looking around the room to locate where Gabe was. He finds him sitting in a chair in the back corner of the room watching this situation play itself out. He had a wicked smile on his face as he watched everything unfolding in front of him. Patrick’s currently facing away from him, so he can’t see how angry he is. He looks down at Pete one last time.
“I’m so sorry for killing you, Pete. I love you, and I hope that you can at least rest in peace. Now it’s time for payback. I will avenge both yours and Joe’s death.” Patrick whispers to him softly.
Patrick kisses Pete on the head one last time, gently sets his body down on the ground, stands, gathers his blind anger and fury until he’s seeing red, and turns to face Gabe. His eyes have turned bright red, and his entire body is exuding this insane amount of wrath. He looks straight at Gabe, narrowing his bright red eyes.
“You! You…did this! This is your fault!” Patrick states, his voice dripping with intense rage.
Gabe can sense how angry Patrick is and at first, he doesn’t take it seriously, underestimating his fury. Instead, he decides to gloat.
“Yes! That’s right! I did this! I made you kill your best friend and your loving and loyal mate! I bet your belly is nice and full though, is it not?” Gabe gloats with a sadistic smile on his face.
That only pisses Patrick off more, which increases his blind rage. He merely stands there with an evil smile on his face. Two can play at this game.
“You have no idea what you’ve unleased, Gabe! You’ve taken many things that are very dear to me, so it’s time for me to take something dear from you.” Patrick warns.
“Really? How do you plan to do that? Have you forgotten that there are several guards in the room? You will have to go through them to get to me! Besides, do you really think you are any kind of match for me? Please! I’m hundreds of years old and you are only a few days old! Bring it on, Patrick! Nothing you are capable of will even touch me!” Gabe challenges.
“To start with your questions, yes, I’m quite aware of the guards in the room and that I will have to strike them down to get to you. You are forgetting one very important thing, Gabe. There’s nothing more dangerous than a man who has nothing left to lose! You tortured me for days before you finally figured out how to painfully turn me into one of you! You killed my entire family, my best friend and the love of my life.” Patrick exclaims.
Gabe looks him straight in the eye and laughs manically.
Patrick smiles at that, knowing that this is exactly what he wants Gabe to think. He wants his arrogance to convince him that Patrick’s no match for him so that when Patrick strikes, he will be completely surprised at what he gets.
“Alright. It’s your funeral. What a waste of such a beautiful and unique vampire! You haven’t even discovered what your unique, vampiric powers are or learned how to use them!” Gabe mocks.
See, that’s where you’re wrong, Gabe. All this anger has allowed me to tap into those powers and somehow, I already know how to use and control them! What Gabe doesn’t know about definitely won’t hurt him. It will only add to the surprise when he figures out that he’s vastly underestimate me and what I’m capable of.
Patrick takes a second to check the positions of the guards, so he knows what to expect when they try to stop him from attacking Gabe.
“Well then, this will be a very short fight. Prepare to die, you sadistic son of a bitch!” Patrick yells as he rushes toward Gabe, with all the fury and rage driving him as fast as he can run.*