You have no feelings!!

Pete hissed as the alcohol stung his cheek. The first rule of being a vampire… The only feeling you can feel is pain. Patrick whispered an apology and kept cleaning.

“Why the hell are you so rough?”

Patrick flushed and felt a cold hand grab his, the wipe in midair.

“Like this…”

Patrick blushed as the creature nuzzled his hand, the wipe getting him in the eye. Yep, pure unadulterated pain.

“You idiot!!”

He shoved Patrick against the wall and clutched his eye. Shit, he always did this. He always let his anger get the best of him. Pete grabbed the human’s wrist and roughly pulled him up.

“Your hurt…”

“N-no, I’m not, I’m just a little roughed up…”

“Shut up and yea you frickin’ are…”

He moved the slayer’s shoulder and he saw a grimace.

“Hold on to me…”

Patrick flushed, his nerves getting the best of him.

“U-um, e-excuse me?”

“Hold me and bite my shoulder, trust me, if you want it fixed you’ll need to.”

Patrick shuffled over and lay his head on the muscular shoulder. Pete lifted him and put him on the kitchen counter.

“Ready?”

“Not really…”

“Well to damn bad.”

The crack filled his head and even made his spine hurt. Patrick bit roughly and tried not to cry. Pete carelessly moved the shoulder and made sure it was fixed right. Good, once was enough. Patrick was still on him.

“Pat-back you okay, c’mon sux it up…”

Patrick shoved him away and tried to get down. Pete angrily shoved him back on, his face a slight shade of pink. He was muffed.

“What the fux!! I try and help you and you fuxin’ shove me?! What the hell is matter with humans these days!!”

“Y’know what Pete? YOU USED TO BE HUMAN, SO SHUT UP!!”

“What are you saying?”

“YOU HAVE NO FEELINGS!! YOUR HEARTLESS!!”

Pete slammed his fist in the cabinet next to Pat’s head and grinned, angry.

“OH but I do… and if you knew what you did in my dreams, you’d think I was a little to gentle with you…”

Patrick’s eyes widened and he tried to scramble from the counter, his heart racing and his face tomato red. Patrick grabbed him in the most interesting of places.

“Pete go to bed, it’s sun up!! HEY WHAT THE HELL, PUT ME DOWN!!”

“You told me that in a dream, and you were more specific.”

Patrick turned even more red, his head pounding and his shoulder bitching at the rough treatment. Pete slammed the door to Patrick’s parent’s room open and threw Patrick on the bed, his hands quickly unbuttoning his jeans and closing the door. He turned back towards the teen.

“Since you think I have no feelings, I’ll show you. Hopefully you can bare with the feeling as well.”

Pete’s fangs gleamed as he towered over the scared teen.

“What? Isn’t this what you wanted, proof that I have feelings…”

He ripped the clothes off hungrily and soon he was groaning inside the hot tight body of the slayer, his senses flooded and his back twisting. He heard a sob, and looked down. Patrick was covering his face, his shoulders shaking as he was telling himself he wasn’t fucking a vampire in his parent’s house, on their bed. Pete pried the hands off the delicate face and kissed him roughly.

“Better for me to take it instead of that fux Andy, I see the way he looks at you…”

Pete gave an experimental thrust and Patrick wailed out.

“Makes me want to cut his throat and drink that heinous blood, just so he won’t lay those stubby fingers on you… Just so that you’ll be mine.”

His hips rolled, Patrick screamed. The bed creaked as Pete sped up, his hands on his victim’s hips. Patrick’s voice reached his ears.

“N-no, no, n-no, this is wrong, it hurtsss… ah, ah, ah!! G-god, no!!”

Pete stopped and grabbed his hands, using one to in twine their fingers, as he began to move again. Patrick looked away, crying uncontrollably as he tried to count nail polish bottles on the dresser.

“Look at my eyes you god damn kid!!”

Patrick shakingly looked and gasped as he saw the gleam. It was adoration… He stared, numbed. Then something inside him was hit and he lifted off the bed, his scream shrill.

“Now it gets interesting Patty.”