You have no feelings!!
Shame on you!!
Pete flung Patrick onto the couch, breath labored and hair sticking to him in chunks. He needed to feed and he needed it now.
"I need to eat. Give it to me. NOW!!"
Patrick felt his neck being exposed and the sharp pain as fangs sank into his soft skin. He held the armrest to try and comfort him but it wasn't the same. Pete snapped back roughly, blood oozing from his lips as the wound closed instantly. Patrick stared at the T.V. screen, tears in his eyes. Pete rolled his eyes and sat next to him.
"Why him? Why can't you just-"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!!"
Pete jumped. Patrick was shaking, his fists clenched and his face red. He tried to leave. Pete grabbed the small wrist again. Patrick slammed his fist into the handsome face.
"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!! NEVER EVER AGAIN!! GO BACK TO HELL!!"
Pat ran out, into the sprinkle of rain as Pete stood in the doorway. He had blown it big time. He ran after him, not caring that the other didn't love him. He always got what he wanted. Always.