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You Still Have My Heart and Soul 2: In My Head

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You Still Have My Heart and Soul 2: In My Head

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Title: You Still Have My Heart and Soul 2: In My Head

Rating: PG-13

About: It’s been 2 years since Patrick has reveled to his family that he is a vampire.

He now lives with his true love, Pete, in Chicago to remain close to his son

And to keep an eye on his little sister, Katie, who is now entering high school. As life goes on, Patrick begins to have feelings of regret: Regret of leaving Greta and regret of becoming the very thing that had tried to end him. As a result, he becomes violent and distant towards Pete and all who are close to him. While, he tries to find a way to deal with his emotional dilemmas, a new enemy has emerged against him and Pete that might break them apart or perhaps even kill them both. But they are the undead, they can’t die…right?

Chapter 1: Hunger

            Cold wind gusts its way through the streets of Chicago, which is common during these long winters. The silver moon hangs in the sky, spotlighting the city below it. All is surprisingly still. All is quite. A figure looms in an ally way, waiting for someone or something to appear. His skin his pale. His limbs are boney and petite. He looks ill, but he shows no weakness of any kind. Death seems to be at his doorstep, but he simply ignores it. Death can’t bother him anymore. He’s already dead.

            A young woman emerges into his sight. She looks about 23 or possibly older; a few years younger than he. She’s drunk and fumbling through her purse. Her disorder causes her to drop the contents of the bag. She curses and quickly kneels to gather her things.

            “Let me help you.” The deathly pale man says, emerging from his hiding place and going to her aide.

            “Oh thanks.” She replies, her voice changing volumes with every slurred word, “My fuckin’ keys are all mixed up with my crap. I live in the building right here and I just went out for a little tiny drink. Is that so bad?” the man laughs at her nonsense of a sentence and hands her back her purse.

            “It’s not bad at all.” He replies with a smile.

            “Hey! Don’t I know you?” she slurs, leaning forward a bit, “Nah, I couldn’t. But you do look like this guy I went to high school with though. Died of cancer though, poor guy. At least, I think it was cancer…I don’t know I never talked to him.” The man just stares at her, blankly and stuffs his hands in his coat pockets. Noticing that he wasn’t responding and feeling uncomfortable, the woman starts to back away. “Actually,” she says, nervously, “I’ve never seen you before…Who-who are you?”

            He doesn’t reply. Her pace quickens as she heads for the building door. He follows her. She starts to look for her keys again, but he quickly corners her. His eyes become black and two long teeth sink down from his top gum: fangs. The woman begins to scream and struggle, but he is way to strong. Teasingly, he kisses her neck as she shakes in panic. He then takes a deep breath and prepares to bite down.

            All of a sudden, he is pulled off of her and tossed violently across the ally. The woman gives out another yell but is quickly silenced by the man’s attacker. She gazes him in the eyes and suddenly becomes tired and numb.

            “Go inside,” the attacker whispers to her, “and forget everything that just happened.” She nods and calmly walks inside the building as if she were asleep. Once she is inside, the first man tackles his attacker to the ground and they begin to wrestle. The attacker soon pins the first man to the ground and bares his fangs.

            “What the hell is your problem?” he scolds. The first man just growls and glares at him with his black eyes. His attacker just rolls his eyes and slaps the man across the face. “Snap out of it!!” he yells, shaking the man, “This isn’t like you!” The man struggles for a bit and closes his eyes. When he opens them, they glow their normal emerald green.

            “Get off of me, Pete!” he says, annoyed, pushing his attacker off of him. Pete stands and backs away from him.

            “What do you think you were doing to that poor girl?” he asks, “That’s the third girl I’ve had to hypnotize this week because you keep raping them, Patrick.” Patrick runs a hand through his thin ginger hair and stands.

            “I wasn’t raping her!” he snaps, “I was just…hungry.”  Pete sighs and puts an arm around Patrick.

            “Babe, you know we can’t feed on human blood. It’s too much publicity. Pretty soon, they’ll be news about random murders with all the victims having bite marks on their neck and their blood being drained.”

            “Well, then you find a better idea. I’m starving.”

            Pete rolls his eyes but then catches the glimpse of a rat behind a dumpster. He lunges for it and kills it instantly. When he reappears in front of his friend, Patrick quickly snatches it from his hands and begins to feed.

            “Geez, Rick, I’ve never seen you feed like this before.” Pete says in shock.

            “I’ve never been this hungry before.” Patrick replies, in between bites, “It feels like I haven’t ate in years.”

Pete watches his love feed with a heavy sigh. It’s his fault Patrick is like this: a blood-sucking vampire. It’s been almost 8 years since that night the Adele went up in flames, but Pete remembers it like yesterday; Patrick’s shivering body in his arms and his gasping last words as his cancer claimed his life. Now here he was in front of him as if that night had never happened. He loved him with all of his might and nothing was ever going to change that.

When Patrick had finished, the two of them headed downtown to there home; an abandoned loft just on the outskirts of the city. It was relatively large for just the two of them (two bedrooms, a main room, a bathroom and kitchen) but it was what they had to settle for. The loft had no windows, a large sliding metal door and a ladder leading up to roof access. Every piece of furniture or appliance they had in the loft was either stolen or rummaged from the garbage of the surrounding neighborhoods. They did all of the heating and plumbing and lighting. They couldn’t buy a place or ask for refurbishments because they were dead to the rest of the world.

“You know,” Pete, says, removing his shirt and setting it aside, “you honestly scared me tonight, honey.”

“Why?” Patrick asks, entering the bathroom.

“Well, your eyes.” Pete replies, lying down in their bedroom, “I mean, they’ve never been that black before.”

“Yours get like that when you’re hungry.” Patrick yells from the other room, “It’s only natural mine do the same.”

“Natural.” Pete scoffs, “Patrick, there is nothing natural about us. Anyway, it wasn’t just your eyes; you were acting funny too. I’ve never seen you get that angry before. I thought you were going to fight me.”

“Please, baby, I could never fight you.” Patrick enters their bedroom, dressed in nothing but his boxers, and crawls into the bed beside Pete, “You’re to strong for me.” He whispers, kissing Pete’s neck. The two boys look at one another and romantically kiss, cupping one another’s face in their hands.

“I love you, Patrick Stump.” Pete whispers, kissing him again.

“I love you too, Pete Wentz.” Patrick replies. They grab the covers and pull them over themselves to hide their lovemaking.

**The Next Morning**

Knock-knock-knock

“Momma, they won’t answer the door. You just have to slide it open.”

“Honey, it’s locked.”

“No it’s not. Daddy never locks it.”

            The large metal door begins to slide open as Greta Salpeter and her son, Marcus James Vaughn Stump, push it open. Marcus quickly scurries inside of the loft, dropping his backpack in the middle of the floor in excitement.

            “Daddy!” he calls out, “Dad!” Greta enters after him, dropping a small suitcase beside the backpack. She looks around in nervousness, hoping someone would appear in this dimly lit place.

            “Maybe they’re out, Mark,” she says.

            “Don’t be silly, Mom.” The little boy says, fixing his glasses, “They can’t go out in the day.”

            Suddenly, two hands grab Greta’s shoulders from behind her. She screams and flips around to face her attacker.

            “Hi!” Patrick says, giggling to himself. Greta just rolls her eyes and sets a hand on her chest.

            “Don’t scare me like that!” she scolds, with a smirk, “Where did you come from anyway?”

            “The rafters.” He replies, pointing upward. She looks up and then at him. They smile and embrace. “Hey, Greta.” He says, kissing her cheeks. She smiles and kisses his forehead.

            “DADDY!” Marcus exclaims, jumping up into Patrick’s arms. Patrick smiles and swings his son around in circles. Mark is all Patrick lives for in life. Everyday he asks himself why he continues to be a vampire and then he looks at this young boy. The answer becomes clear to him. It is so he can see this boy grow and have a good life. It is so he can be father to his son. It is so he can never make the mistakes his own father made years ago. It is so he will never leave him.

            “Hey, you got your glasses.” Patrick says, setting Mark down, “They look good, kiddo.”

            “I don’t like them.” The young boy grumbles, “Only nerds wear glasses.”

            “Well, I use to wear glasses.” Patrick replies.

            “Which only proves the boy’s nerd assumption correct.” Pete adds in as he enters the room. Patrick just nudges him and kisses his cheek.

            “Hey, Pete.” Greta says as they hug. They have become closer over the years since that night at the Adele.  Before they were distant and with good reason. They both loved Patrick, a simple quarrel over the heart.  Now, it’s a thing in the past. They had went through so much together that night and when she thought Patrick was gone, Pete was the only one there for her. He was like a best friend, which is odd since he took away the love of her life.

            “What have you been up to, Salpeter?” Pete asks, when they part,  “We saw your book on the news, little miss best seller’s list.”

            “Stop,” Greta replies, blushing, “it’s nothing really. In all honesty, I didn’t expect so many people would buy a love story set in the 1970s. Oh, thanks for the historical help on that, Pete.”

            “Hey, I’m glad I could contribute.” He says with a laugh, “Although, I don’t know how accurate all that info was. I mean, it was kind of a hazy time for me.” The adults laugh as Marcus just stares at them confused. Instead, he picks up his backpack and tugs on his father’s hand.

            “Dad,” he says, “can I go in my room?”

            “Sure thing, bud, “ Patrick replies, “I’ll get your suitcase.” He picks up the small suitcase and takes Mark by the hand down the hall. As soon as they were out of hearing range, Pete pulls Greta aside:

            “Greta, there’s something I have to tell you about Patrick?”

            “Well, what is it?” she asks, worried, “Is he okay?”

            “Yeah, well, yeah he is.” He answers, nervously, “It’s just, last night, we went out and he got, well, he was hungry. He said that he needed to feed right then and he started to shake. I knew that he was generally starving so we went hunting. After like half hour or so, we got separated. When I met up with him again, he was about to feed on this girl.”

            “Feed?” Greta asks to clarify, “You mean…kill?”

            “Yes.”

            “But, I thought you two didn’t feed on humans? That’s just sick!”

            “I know and we don’t. This the 3rd time this week he’s attacked a human. I don’t know what’s the matter with him, but- he acting strange lately; feeding on humans, out in the middle of the night and scaring people, basically almost blowing are cover. I’m worried about him, Greta. He could get into huge trouble.”

            “Well, what should we do?” Greta asks, “We have to help him.”

            “I don’t need anyone’s help.”

Pete and Greta both turn to see, Patrick re-entering the room.

“I’m not in trouble,” he goes on, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “I’m just new to this whole vampire thing. I don’t know how to handle myself.”

“Rick, honey,” Pete says, going to his side, “you and I both know that’s not true. You’ve been a vampire for almost 8 years now and you’ve adapted to the lifestyle. It’s just recently, your behavior has been, well, odd.”

“Well, whatever.” He replies, with a guilty tone to his voice, “You wouldn’t understand anyways.”

“What wouldn’t I understand? Don’t shut me out, honey, talk to me.”

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” Patrick suddenly leaps up into the air and hooks up onto the rafters until he exits out of the roof access into the rainy, grey morning outside. Greta looks up at the roof and then at Pete.

“He’ll be back.” Pete says, unmoved, “This isn’t the first time he’s done that. I’m telling you lately, he’s been acting odd.” Greta doesn’t reply for a while and then starts for the door.

“Do what you can for him, Pete.” She says, “Just make sure that he takes care of Mark. If he harms him in anyway… I just don’t want to think of it. I’ll see you in a week.” She exits the loft and hurries down the stairs, her mind whirling with thoughts. She wanted to help Patrick, but part of her didn’t want to get involved. She didn’t like the fact that her former love was a vampire. In fact, she hated it. She felt more distant from him than ever before and her heart couldn’t bear it. She still loved him.

As she exited the building and opened up her umbrella, she took one more look up at the building. Her eyes then caught a figure kneeling at the edge of the roof, his hood over his eyes and his legs close to his chest.  He spots her and removes his hood to reveal his emerald eyes. They both smile at each other.

“It’s going to be okay Patrick.” She mouths to him. His smile grows and starts to crawl down to her side. “What are you doing?” she says, with a giggle, as he comes to her side. Patrick doesn’t answer. He cups her face in his hands and kisses her gently on the lips.

“I want to be able to feel your warmness again.” He whispers to her, “I miss you so much and…I just want to be alive again.”

“Patrick, you can’t- stop talking like that.” She replies, backing away a bit. “I miss you too and so does your family, but this is the life you’ve chosen.” She kisses his cheek and strokes his cheek. “I will always love you Patrick Martin, but you love Pete and he loves you. You have something good going for you, don’t mess it up.”

Patrick just shakes his head and hugs her. “I love him, but I don’t want to be dead.” Greta strokes his cheek again.

“You can’t die, “ she says to him, going to her car, “you’re a vampire. What ever is bothering you lately, tell Pete. He wants to help you.” She smiles and enters her car and drives away. Patrick just stands there in the rain, frozen in time. He sighs heavily, places his hood on his head and hurries down a near by ally way, deep in heavy dark thoughts.


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