Headfirst For Halos 4/?

 
 Patrick looked over at the man....no, boy. Definitely boy. He just seemed innocent...well, compared to Patrick, but whatever, that's not the point. But it kind of is. 
 So, anyway! The point really was that this boy had a triangle shaped black scale and it seemed to be growing larger and larger by the minute. Patrick knew what this was and he frowned. He didn't want to tell....whatshisname what was really on his shoulder and what the scale  meant. Patrick sighed and realized that the boy still hadn't responded to his greeting.
 "Hello?" Patrick waved his hand in front of the boy's face. The boy shook his head and his hair swung along with it. Wow, his hair is like....really (perfect!)....okay, Patrick guessed. Nameless boy (haha, he's like a superhero...) blinked a few times, then smiled. Patrick's breath caught in his throat. That was truly an amazingsuperfantastic grin. Patrick smiled back.
 "Hey, I'm Pete," the boy said. Ehh, the voice could use some work, it was raspy, but not in like the cool raspy voice, and yet, it was sort of nasal. Maybe he had a cold? Aha, that must be it....hopefully, or this kid could never become lead singer for a band. 
 "Nice to meet you," Patrick said politely. He then sat down in one of Andy's hard chairs. Seriously, the guy couldn't pick out more comfortable chairs? 
 "So, do you know what's going on?" Andy asked putting a cup of tea in front of Patrick. 
 "I might..." Patrick said, wrinkling his nose at the tea and staring at it, hoping it would transform into....something else.
 "I'll get you some root beer or whatever soda Joe has in the fridge," Andy sighed, then went off mumbling about clogged arteries and animal bone bleached sugar. 
 "So, you can help me?" Pete asked him, looking hopeful. Patrick frowned, furrowing his pale eyebrows together. 
 "I can inform you," he said finally. Pete's face fell, then he looked confused.
 "What do you mean?" he asked, in that high pitched voice people use when they're puzzled and frustrated.
 "Perhaps we should go to my house, I have some...material there, which will help explain what exactly happened to you," Patrick told Pete. 
 "Oooh, you finally invited someone over? Does this mean I get to come? I've always wanted to go to your house!" Andy exclaimed, walking into the kitchen (empty-handed because he forgot about Patrick's soda).
 "Yeah, let's go," Patrick said and Pete nodded and Andy grinned.
 "Hey Joe! We're going to Patrick's, wanna come?" Andy hollered towards the living room.
 "Are you kidding?" Joe yelled back. Andy rolled his eyes.
 "He just got Megaforce Movie Monsters Part III, you know, the game?" 
 "Really?! Can I play?" Pete was suddenly perky. Andy pushed him out of the kitchen door towards the small garage out back. 
 "We'll take my car, since you two are losers and ride the bus," Andy said, giggling a little bit.
 "I like the bus," Pete and Patrick said in unison.
 "Yeah, whatever!" 
 The car ride to Patrick's house was nothing special. Patrick occasionally waved his hand to give directions. Andy blasted the stereo with some metal / post-hardcore band, and the only sound coming from the noise was a thud thud thud from the drums. Three girls in a convertible pulled up next to them at a red light and one of them flipped off Pete in the back.
 "Do you know her Pete?" Andy asked. Pete made some incomprehensible noise and rubbed his shoulder. 
 "Well, here we are!" Patrick shouted, not even a second later. In front of them was...well, Patrick's house. An old Victorian model with a wrap around porch and a swing. How cliche, right?
 "Nice place, it's big," Pete said quietly. 
 "Thank you," Patrick opened the left door in the front double door frame. Inside was a house looking as if it had been decorated by some old lady with tons of cats instead of a guy...or Patrick. 
 "Woah Patrick, what's up with the decor?" Andy questioned, motioning towards the floral printed sofa and matching throw pillows. 
 "The furniture came with the house," Patrick said simply.
 "Ah." Patrick was proud of the fact that he kept up his house and he wrinkled his nose a bit at the comment about his furniture.
 "Sooo...what about those materials you said you had?" Pete asked, folding his arms across his chest.
 "Follow me," And Patrick really didn't want them to follow him. The books in the library were his, all his! And he also didn't want to tell Pete what had most likely happened to him. Andy and Pete walked into the library after Patrick which was down the hall from the living room. It had big, mahogany book shelves with volumes that varied in size and by the smell, age.
 "These are my pride and joy," Patrick told them, slightly touching a fairly tall, but thin book that was entitled Midnight and It's Many Myths, Legends, and Uses.
 "Wow, Patrick! You've got like the whole Chicago Library in here, and I would know because I went there to look up this scale thingy, and I ended up looking at ga-, well, never mind," Pete said. Patrick smiled because that was the most Pete had said all day. At first his voice was annoying, yes, but it kind of grew on you....
 "Let me get some stuff, and I'll get started, or we'll get started, or whatever...So, can you tell me more about this guy you met at the bar? What did he look like?" Patrick jumped onto a stool and reached for a high shelf. He lifted a small and thin book. 
 "Uhh...pale, dark-haired..."
 "Extremely good looking?" Andy piped in.
 "Yeah...and-"
 "Really charming?" Patrick also pitched in.
 "Yeah! Like that!"
 "Sounds just like him...." Patrick whispered to himself. Pete and Andy didn't hear. He now had five books in his arms and put them down onto his small desk next to the bay window that overlooked.....overgrown grass. 
 "So, do you know what happened?" Pete pleaded, hope in his eyes that there was a simple explanation and this would all be over.
 "I think I might have an idea. You must have an extremely strong soul, Pete," Patrick said.
 "Huh?"
 "Have you ever heard of vampires, Pete?"

 "Sure, hasn't everybody?" Pete told him.
 "Yes, well, have you ever met one?" Andy questioned.
 "No, they don't exist!" Pete replied.
 "They exist Pete. They exist all too much," Patrick said with a sad look in his eye. "And you're going to be one of them."
 "Okayyy! Yeah, I better be going home now, bye, we'll do lunch sometime!" Pete started to back out of the room.
 "You don't believe us? Pete, would I lie to you? Or do you think I'm crazy?" Andy said to him. Patrick sighed, if only this kid knew!
 "Well, why are we talking about vampires....wait, that guy, wasn't he sucking my neck? In my dream or whatever, and he made me drink that red wine.....was that..." Pete looked like he was going be sick. Andy put a hand on his shoulder and lead him to the window seat under the bay window. 
 "Yes, it was Pete. The guy at the bar you met was not just any other guy or any other vampire even. He was Nosferatu," Patrick said to him, chewng his lip in anticipation of whether Pete was going to to run away screaming about crazy people or if he would believe him. 
 "I've seen that movie."