Headfirst For Halos 6/?

 Patrick sat down on his couch and sighed melodramatically.
 "Why do all the pretty ones have to go?"He asked to no one in particular. Patrick rubbed his eyes, he was extremely tired, he could take a nap right now.....
 "Aaah!" Patrick refrained from rolling his eyes. He knew this had to be coming soon. 
 Pete's fangs. And they weren't going to grow in nicely. Patrick slid off the sofa and walked the five miles to the kitchen's butler pantry. 
 "Hmmm....let's see...."
 "Hey, Patrick, something's wrong with Pete!" Andy came in, wringing his hands.
 "Yes, yes, they're just his fangs growing in," Patrick opened a large, wooden cabinet door, "Hmmm....let's see....eye of newt....wolfsbane....why the hell do I have that.....wormrot.....ashodel.....ah, here we go!" He tossed a white bottle to Andy. "Give him that."
 Andy looked down at the bottle, confused.
 "Advil?" Patrick just shrugged and shooed Andy away. 

 Pete will probably want an ice pack as well, he'll be biting his tongue like crazy once his fangs completely grow in within the next hour or so.....
 "Faphatic?" Came a muffled sound from the other side of the kitchen. It was Pete, and Patrick had to try not to laugh at his swollen mouth and clumsy tongue that wasn't used to the fangs.
 "Yes?"
 "Watoper."
 "Oh! Right...." Patrick got a cup from another cabinet that he had once gotten an icee in at 7-11. He filled it with water from the sink, ignoring Pete's half-mumbled protests of only drinking bottled water. He handed it to Pete with a smile. Pete sighed like the huge drama king he is and sat down, drinking the whole damn thing in one gulp.
 "My mouth hurts," He tried to say, but it came out more like "kjasdfuoaidjaskjd".
 "I know, it's just your fangs," Patrick tried to comfort him. Pete clutched his mouth, and again tried to speak.
 "Weasjs areop Gorieyit?" (What's your story?")
 "Nothing too interesting," Patrick told him, but Pete complained for him to tell more. "I was born in England, about 1807 A.D., I was the son of a Parliament official, I was rich and young, not to mention foolish." Pete's mouth was open, exposing two itty bitty fangs poking out of swollen gums.
 "I had a really good life, you know? I had wealth, knowledge, a humongous house, women, boys, fine clothes and jewelries....whatever I wanted! I looked quite different back then, I had dark hair like you.. But I have to admit I was a tiny bit overdramatic...." Pete eagerly gestured for him to go on.
 "And then, when I was about twenty or so....one of the servant boys I was quite fond of was sent away..." Pete nodded eagerly.
 "Yes, and I over-reacted, I wanted so much attention...I was really very petty and stupid....I killed myself, thinking everyone would feel sorry for me, stupidest thing I ever did do except for....well, that's another story." Pete pleaded for Patrick to go on, but Patrick shook his head.
 "You'll probably need your shake soon, I better go make it...." Patrick went from his position leaning on the refridgerator to the butler's pantry again. "Where did I put that sheep's blood?"

 Four hours later Pete was writhing on the couch, they had already been up all night. 
 "Here, call Joe and have him come over. Once the pain subsides, give Pete the shake sitting in the fridge, he HAS to drink it," Patrick told Andy.
 "You're.....leaving?" Pete managed to say despite the waves of torturing, crippling pain richoeting throughout his entire body. Patrick softened, he had a huge weakness for people like Pete.
 "Gotta go to work, taking care of changing vampires doesn't pay the bills," Patrick said, resisting the urge to kiss Pete on his forehead. He slipped on the sneakers he always wore to work and left the house, heading for the bus stop, yawning the whole time. 

 Arriving at work at Borders', he saw Anna, flirting with a customer who was obviously not interested. Just go back to the staff room and she won't see you.....
 "Patrick!" She called. Dammit.
 "Yes?" Patrick tried to smile.
 "You're late!"

 "I hate fucking bathrooms, I hate fucking bathrooms, I hate fucking bathrooms.." Patrick sang to himself as he cleaned the sink.
 "Patrick!"
 "Goddamit, what does she want now!" Patrick whispered to himself.
 "Phone call!"

 "Hello?"
 "Patrick, you've got to come home! Now!" It was Joe.
 "What is it? Joe, I've told you before, the books dont want to eat you, they are your friends, just go sit with Andy and Pete-"
 "Andy is unconscious and I definitely don't want to be near Pete right now!"
 "Dammit, I'll be right there."

 "Hellooo?" Patrick called out as he walked into his house. He saw Andy lying on the floor next to the couch, and joe kneeling next to him.
 "Patrick, thank God! Where have you been?"
 "Uhh...at work!"
 "Well, just watch out, I don't know where he went," Joe told him.
 "Andy didn't give him the potion, did he?" Patrick asked, angry. 
 "Well...no."
 "Yeah, we just gotta find Pete before he finds out he has superhuman strength!" Patrick was close to killing Andy right about now. 
 Boom! 
 Patrick smiled. Got you now sucker! He took the belt from his pants off and slowly climbed up the stairs. 
 "Where is he?!" Came an immortal yell as Pete landed on the stairs in front of him.
 "Who is it you're looking for?" Patrick already knew the answer. 
 "My master!" Pete eyes were glowing bright red and his fangs and wings had fully sprouted, he looked like pure evil . Not to mention more attractive. Patrick charged and Pete hissed, baring his fangs as he grabbed Patrick's arms. Patrick threw him off, and caught him around the neck with his discarded belt. He pulled Pete down to the ground. 
 Patrick didn't have mortal strength either.
 "Joe, get the shake from the table, hurry!"
 "Let me go!" Pete shrieked. "I need to find my master!"
 "Shut up!" Patrick growled, looking pretty fierce for his innocent looks.
 "Here it is," Joe panted.
 "Pour it in his mouth!" Pete immeidiately shut his mouth tight.
 "Who are you looking for?" Patrick asked him.
 "My Ma-ugugjskisa," Pete choked on the vile looking red liquid as it was poured down his throat by Joe. 
 Pete screamed one last time before his whole world went black.
 "It's okay, Pete. Andy will be sure to never make that mistake again."