Petekey Oneshots

I woke up with a shudder.
I didn't recognise where I was and it was freezing cold.
I appeared to be in some sort of abandoned building. My clothes were still damp and sticky with something and the only source of light was the shafts of moonlight falling into the building.
I shuddered again.
I got to my feet and began to slowly search for the exit.
As I did my feet came in contact with something solid, yet somewhat soft. I knelt down and touched it before recoiling in horror.
It was a body.
I could see now, the reflection of their staring, unseeing grey eyes in the moonlight, petrified.
I turned it over with my foot. They couldn't have been more than 19. I saw it then. Their neck.
It was drenched in scarlet, mauled like a wild animal had had at it. I had to bite my knuckles to stifle a scream.
I stumbled backwards a little and only managed to run a few feet before my feet hit something else. Another body.
I counted four before I made it out into the crystal moonlight, my stomach turning at each pair of  lifeless eyes still haunting my vision.
I shivered harder in the cold night air and dug my phone out of my pocket. It had remained intact by some small miracle. I clicked my most recently called number and waited.

"Pete?" A confused voiced mumbled from the other line.

"Mikey...I don't know where I am." I stammered.

"What? What d'you mean you don't know where you are?" He sounded alert now.

"I mean it's dark and I'm cold and I'm scared please come and get me. I...I think it happened again." I bit my lip and hugged myself to retain what little warmth I had left.

"Okay I'm tracking your phone stay put, I'm coming." I heard some clattering and then the call ended.

I sat down with my back against the rotting wood of the building. The collar of my shirt was painted crimson and my jaw ached with a dull throbbing pain. I had a hideous feeling I knew exactly what was going on but I didn't want to think about that right now. Mikey would be here soon. He'd see what had happened. He'd tell me it was a wolf or a wild dog and he'd take me home and make me tea like always. Everything was fine.
I was doing a poor job of convincing myself.

I was scared shitless as to what was going to happen. What if it wasn't a dog or a wolf?
Mikey had run away with me when he was only 18. I'd been living rough for a few years and he came from an abusive home to say the least. He was 21 now and we were going to get married. I'd never had any money for a ring but that didn't matter. We sworn we'd do it since the day we left. I think I'd known all along that ending was a long shot for our story. Especially when your story involves a monster.
That monster being me by the way, hi.

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A car rolled up and a caffeine buzzed, tousled haired Mikey Way jumped out. He had a small gun in hand and a silver knife sticking out of one pocket.

"Pete" He gasped.

"Mikey." Tears were falling before I could stop myself. He embraced me and held me so tight that for a moment, everything was okay.

"What's going on?" He asked gently.

"Inside." I whispered pointing to the building.

Mikey grabbed a flashlight from the car and went inside. He returned a few moments later looking solemn.

"Vampire." He confirmed softly, as if not to frighten me. But at this point I was already out of my wits with fear.

"Sure?" I stammered.

"Positive. You don't remember anything? At all?" Mikey asked.

I shook my head sadly.

Mikey sighed heavily and sank to the floor.
"Pete I gotta tell you something. Those last two attacks, they weren't wolves."

"I know." I whispered.

Mikey looked up.

"It just seemed like if I pretended I didn't know....if I tried hard enough it would stop." I put my face in my hands.

"Maybe it will I've been doing some research into it. Maybe if we can find a church...or something stronger for you to take?" Mikey suggested desperately.

"Stop. You know as well as I do. 23 years old. Fully developed age. Young vampires aren't dangerous. There's a reason grown ones live in the shadows. They don't know what they're doing. They don't realise the violence and the impulses they have until after it's done, even then they can't remember a thing. That's why there's people like you."

"I hunt monsters, Pete. That's not you."

"Look back in that building and tell me I am not a monster. I dare you."

"Fine."

Mikey took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He led me by the hand over to the nearest body.

"You are not a monster. You are the boy who ran away with me, who took care of me. Who taught me how to destroy the things that live in the shadows. Above all you are the boy who asked for my hand in marriage. It's not your fault what they did to you. You were only a kid. " Mikey looked me dead in the eyes.

"Maybe you don't think so. Maybe not yet but even you can't deny that it's getting worse."

"Be quiet" He said suddenly and my ears pricked.

"No listen to me, Mikey-"

"Pete. Shut up. Listen" I blinked and all of a sudden everything had a strange red haze about it. Mikey's words were drifting in and out of my brain and it took me a while to comprehend what he was saying after that. He'd wandered off still talking.
My head was throbbing and my ears were ringing. My stomach hurt. It was like it was being clawed inside out. Almost like hunger except it was horribly painful.

"Pete, I think one of them is still alive."
That statement rang through my ears. The voice was distorted and unfamiliar and from whom it came from I didn't care.
My head snapped round to the source of the sound and an echoing scream rang through my brain. It didn't register with anything with in me all a could do was follow my instinct to a whimpering noise by the source of the scream.
The screams faded and so did the clawing feeling. I couldn't see anything. A taste of copper sat heavy in my mouth and everything felt almost as if I was in a dream. I couldn't feel my limbs  yet it felt as though I was moving.
When the taste faded too it felt as if my head snapped up and the clawing feeling returned. Out of nowhere it felt as if my whole body lunged at something and the screaming returned somewhere faintly. However instead of it fading this time a sharp pain turned the red to white then everything went dark.

-

"Mikey?" I gasped awaking with a start.

My head was pounding and I couldn't move.
I saw Mikey sitting across from me.
He was crying.

"Mikey what's wrong?" I asked suddenly filled with panic. I spat to clear the copper taste coating my mouth.

He only cried harder in response.

I attempted to move to help him but remained in place only to notice the ropes, binding me at my wrists and ankles. A new surge of panic hit me like a wave.

"Why am I tied up?"

I noticed Mikey's face was lined with deep, fresh scratches and his shirt was coated in blood. As tears fell from his bruised eyes to mix with the red on his shirt it dawned on me.

"I did that to you, didn't I?" I was horrified. I would never. I swore the day I met him with a bloodied face from his mother I would never lay my hands on this boy. Never.

I felt sick to my gut when Mikey simply nodded in reply.

I felt as though the world around me was crashing down. I thought my brain was going to burst and my heart would tear right thought my skin. My blood felt like lead and my sweat burnt my skin.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Mikey....I....I'm so so sorry. I don't even...I don't remember."

Mikey looked over at me sadly.

"I know you don't."

"What happened we were just talking then I blacked out?" I asked, still repulsed by my very existence.

"One of them was still alive, the bodies. And it made a noise and Pete, your eyes went red. Did you know they did that? And I didn't realise until you knocked me off her. She must've only been about 16 and" Mikey gasped for breath, he was shaking violently.

"And what?" I was appalled.

"You ripped her fucking throat out. No hands or anything you tore her apart with your mouth and I was screaming and screaming but it was like you couldn't even hear me. Though I guess you couldn't."

"I was right."

"Then you stopped and I thought you were done but you jumped on me and you nearly clawed my eyes out I thought you were going to kill me. I had to knock you out I'm sorry, Pete, I really am."

"I'm the one who should be fucking sorry. I nearly killed you!" I almost shouted.

"Mikey." I said softly. "What kind of bullets are in that gun?"

"Silver. You know that."

"Shut one eye and follow my finger with the barrel."

He did as I said until I placed my finger lightly over my heart.

"No." Mikey said sharply as he realised what I was asking of him.

"Look away and squeeze your finger. It'll be over quick. I won't make any noise so you can just get up and walk away. Pretend none of this ever happened. Find somebody who can give you the life you deserve and look after you."

"No. Don't be stupid. We'll find some other way."

"You know there isn't another way! I'm killing people, Mikey!"

"You don't mean to!!"

"I nearly killed you Mikey and I love you more than anyone else in the fucking world."

"That certainly doesn't make it any easier."

"Come here." I sighed.

Mikey did as I asked and sat next to me.

"When I count to three I'm going to kiss you. And I'm going to kiss you hard and I'm going to kiss you for a long time. Then when you pull away, you are going to stand up and shoot me in the chest and then you are going to walk away and never look back. Okay?"

"Pete please" Mikey protested. He was crying again.

"Mikey I love you. Will you do this for me?"
He shook his tear stained head violently.

"Please." I choked. "I can't live like this, knowing that eventually I'm going to kill someone I love and not even know. I'm begging you. Please do this."

He stared at me with pained eyes before slowly nodding.

He placed both hands on my face and pressed his forehead to mine.

"I love you eternally and I am so sorry we didn't have the happy ending you always told me about."  He breathed

"1, 2........3" I kissed him and he kissed me back passionately and for a while. After a few minutes he pulled away I smiled at him one final time. He smiled back and I closed my eyes.

With the last image of his smile burnt onto my retina I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut before counting a silent
3,

2,

1.

He was safe now.

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This goes out to wattifeellike thanks for such a heartbreaking prompt. I know y'all didn't need your hearts anyway so there ya go. Feel free to message me prompts or ideas anytime I'm always lacking inspiration.
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Until the next chapter,
~Lauren xoxo