Fell In Love With A Vampire.

____________AFTER VIC HAD BEEN KILLED/ATTACKED AND GERARD HAS TAKEN SCARLETT_______ PATRICK'S POV________________

I waited until the sound of their footsteps trailed off, I waited until they were out of sight and I couldn't here a thing. And when I knew Gerard and Ray were officially gone I sprinted out of my hiding place, around the corner and fell to my knee's at Vic's side, splashing blood all over me.
"VIC" I cried, my hands falling onto my knees, covering them in blood too. Well done Patrick. I've failed to save my friend or even defend him, I've failed to stop Scarlett from falling into a trap and being taken away, and now I've managed to get covered in Vic's blood. Great.

I didn't know what to do, fuck. I touched his face with my blood covered hand, it was literally stone cold, then I took his wrist in my thumb and forefinger, there was no pulse. He can't die. I'll kill myself. I can't live knowing I could have saved him. There's only one person who will really know what to do..
"MIKE!" I almost screamed it out, my voice echoing done the halls. I waited for a moment. I only shout that loud when I argue with Jack, we argue a lot but were frenemies... like friends and enemies... I guess.
"MIKE!" I scream out, louder this time. I wait... a moment passes before I hear a reply.
"WHAT!" Mike calls out. I sigh in relief that he can hear me, I can't do this alone. My hands are shaking as I still hold onto Vic's wrist, hoping that his pulse might just start beating again out of nowhere.
"YOU HAVE TO COME HERE" I cry, my voice breaking into a chocked cry. Tears filling my eyes as I look at the lifeless, pale boy covered in blood before me. Mike should be able to find me from listening to my voice. He'll know where my voice is coming from anyway.
"WHY?" Mike shouts back.

"JUST FUCKING GET HERE RIGHT NOW, PLEASE!" I cry, beginning to sob, this is all my fault. I could have stopped all of this but I'm to pathetic to face Gerard and that other guy (Ray I think). Now Mike's going to find out I watched as his poor little brother got beaten to death and his brothers girlfriend (I think it's his girlfriend) get kidnapped by the most evil man I think I've ever met. Gerard. That son of a bitch called Gerard.

I hear heavy pounding footsteps running down the corridor towards me, Mike. He'll know what to do. The footsteps get louder and faster and my eyes scan around the corridor, waiting for him to appear. Then he does. He comes round the corner towards me and when he sees Vic his whole face drops. His eyes already are filling with tears and in moments he's sat on the other side of Vic, opposite me, just staring at his dead brother.

"Patrick.... w...what happened?" He breathes.
"Gerard and Ray and ... fuck I can't do this" I cry,
"Yes you can, he can't die" Mike said and scooped up his brother.
"Mike's he's gone, he has no pulse" I sob, feeling unbelievably guilty .
"Well I'm going to fucking give him a pulse if I have to" Mike growls, picking his brother up properly and standing up.
"Vic has been dead for like 40 minutes Mike...." I sniff, trying to hold back the floods of tears that are threatening to break me apart.
"I don't care, go to the kitchen and find a syringe and some blood then fucking run back to my room as quick as you can" Mike says, trying to hold in his tears as his brother lays limp and lifeless in his arms.
"Why?" I cry,
"Because maybe if we get enough blood into him in time we could bring him back okay?" Mike sobs, I stand there for a moment ans Mike looks up at me.
"You run like your life fucking depends on it, do you hear me?!" Mike cries. I nod and run. I know my life does depend on it. If Vic dies I'll kill myself out of guilt.

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I burst into Mike's room, clutching the syringe and blood like he told me. Vic is layed down on Mike's bed and Mike has clearly been crying his eyes out but when he sees me he quickly dry's his eyes an looks up at me. Holding his hand out for the blood and syringe. I place it in his hand and he doesn't say a word as he lets out a quiet sob and opens the top of the syringe. Carefully pouring the blood into it. I don't say a word either. I just watch and hope, I beg and pray that he'll be okay.

When Mike is done he closes the syringe and closes his eyes for a moment, holding his thumb down in the small lid. He takes a breath (that he doesn't need) and lets a tear fall down his face.
"He'll be fine" I mumble, looking at Mike's broken expression, I've never seen him look so sad in all the years I've know him.
"He will be, he'll have to be" Mike breathes. Then he leaned forwards and took Vic's wrist in his hand and turned it around to the palm of his hand was facing up. Mike held the syringe full of blood in the other hand.

He pushed the needle into Vic's wrist and pushed down on the small pump on the top of the syringe, injecting the blood straight into Vic's veins, straight away some of the tanned colour flooded back into Vic's face but when Mike had completely emptied the syringe and pulled it out there was still no pulse.
"More" Mike grunted, I still sat staring at Vic,
"Patrick he needs more blood" Mike grunted a little louder.
"Yeah..." I nodded an stood up, taking to my feet and running outside the room and down the corridor.

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I came back this time with twice as much blood. Mike's face was once again flooded with tears and the whole room was filled with this horrible awkward depressing feeling. It felt as though all out efforts where useless. Like there was no hope for Vic or anyone any more. Vic was the thing that made this place bright, and his love for Scarlett was what gave us all hope. It gave us hope that there was someone that one day we'd love more than anything in the world.

Mike pushed the second syringe into Vic's vein. The second soon became a third, then a fourth dose of blood. With every drop of blood that entered him more and more of our hope faded. Mike sobbed and so did I.
"What happened Patrick" Mike cried, I couldn't bare to tell him. But I have to.
"I was walking and I turned round the corner and Gerard and Ray were just ... they were just... killing him.." I choke
"Ray? That's the friend of the guy Vic killed, he came for revenge, I always knew he would" Mike was in floods of tears and his head was in his hands and he cried, Mike shook desperately as he took his brothers hand. It broke my heart to watch him like this.
"So you watched as they killed him" Mike looked up at me for a moment. He saw by my face he was right.

I. Watched. As. Two. Men. Killed. My. Friend....

"Mike I'm sorry but I..." Mike cut me off
"Where's Scarlett?" He sobbed. His face suddenly becoming more serious. I didn't reply as my mouth opened and closed like a fish.
"I swear if Gerard an Ray have hurt her too...." Mike growled,
"I don't know that they've hurt her but..." I trail of, avoiding Mike's stare.
"But what?" He says in an angry tone.
"Gerard took her.. she saw Vic dead and she ran crying to him but I was a trap and Gerard jumped out on her and.." I blurt out then trail of, knowing I don't need to say any more.
"So you watched them kill my little brother then you watched Gerard take my brothers last hope away?" He gives me this cold glare.
"I'm so sorry Mike" I whisper.
"Fuck you, your pathetic, just don't talk to me" Mike looks away and down and his brother, trying to hold in his sadness and anger.
"I'll find her for you... and we'll bring Vic back okay" I mumble.. I know Mike is 100% right, I am so pathetic and useless, I'm a waste of space.

"You don't understand Patrick, the last thing I said to Vic was that I should of left him to rot in his asylum cell, and that he was weird, I basically told him I hated him. Then I went to apologise and he wasn't there, so I got Scarlett to come looking for him with me and maybe she wouldn't be gone if I didn't leave her to search for him alone. Maybe Vic would still be alive if I wasn't such an ass hole to him. Things could have been different but now I have ruined everything and I can't even say goodbye to Vic let alone apologise because I've lost Scarlett and I've lost my little brother" He cried, looking straight into my eyes. His eyes were pained and broken, I lost concentration on Vic and so did he. I burst into tears and Mike dropped to the floor, curling up in a ball and crying. But then the sound of heaven came...

"You haven't lost me" A quiet, broken and pained voice mumbled out.

Notes

I TOLD YOU YOUR FEELS WOULD REPAIR THEMSELVES AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. When I say the end I mean the very last line ;)
I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday like I promised but the power went out because of all these stupid storms we are getting here in England right now.

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