Origin: Part Three
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spongetasticHe was handsome, with dark yellow hair and haunting hazel eyes. He didn’t look much older than Peter but of course in truth he had the weight of centuries. He wasn’t dressed to fit in with the theme of the club. If Peter didn’t know any better, he would think this guy had accidentally stumbled in thinking it was a human club.
“I’ve heard so much about you,” the man said as he flashed Peter a fang-less smile. “My name is Raul.”
“Raul,” Peter repeated. “Why did you insist on meeting me?”
“Because of what I heard, of course. You’re not like other fangbangers, Peter. You’re special.” Peter heard that word used many times before but somehow hearing Raul say it made shivers go through his spine.
“Does that mean you won’t turn me?” Peter asked.
“No. I give death to those who ask for it,” Raul told him. “But I do wonder why you would want it.”
“Vampires are strong, fast, and all their senses are sharper than humans. I want that power so I can be a hero.”
“A noble death.” Raul’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I haven’t heard that one before.” His eyes were almost red in the light, his fangs gleaming sharp beneath his lips. Peter’s heart started to race as if it knew it wouldn’t be beating for much longer.
“Where do we go?” he asked breathlessly.
“Outside.” Raul rose to his feet with Peter following. They went out the back to a dark alley. Trash cans and random litter was their only scenery. Raul’s eyes locked with Peter’s and the empath craned his neck back.
“Go ahead,” he offered.
“You really are extraordinary, Peter,” Raul murmured. “I can’t wait to bring you into the family.” His fangs sank deep into Peter’s neck.
Paramedics found the body some time later. He was sprawled out on his belly with dried blood caked on his neck. They took his pulse anxiously.
Peter Petrelli was declared dead right there in the alley, at 12:07 A.M. on September twenty-second.
“I’ve heard so much about you,” the man said as he flashed Peter a fang-less smile. “My name is Raul.”
“Raul,” Peter repeated. “Why did you insist on meeting me?”
“Because of what I heard, of course. You’re not like other fangbangers, Peter. You’re special.” Peter heard that word used many times before but somehow hearing Raul say it made shivers go through his spine.
“Does that mean you won’t turn me?” Peter asked.
“No. I give death to those who ask for it,” Raul told him. “But I do wonder why you would want it.”
“Vampires are strong, fast, and all their senses are sharper than humans. I want that power so I can be a hero.”
“A noble death.” Raul’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I haven’t heard that one before.” His eyes were almost red in the light, his fangs gleaming sharp beneath his lips. Peter’s heart started to race as if it knew it wouldn’t be beating for much longer.
“Where do we go?” he asked breathlessly.
“Outside.” Raul rose to his feet with Peter following. They went out the back to a dark alley. Trash cans and random litter was their only scenery. Raul’s eyes locked with Peter’s and the empath craned his neck back.
“Go ahead,” he offered.
“You really are extraordinary, Peter,” Raul murmured. “I can’t wait to bring you into the family.” His fangs sank deep into Peter’s neck.
Paramedics found the body some time later. He was sprawled out on his belly with dried blood caked on his neck. They took his pulse anxiously.
Peter Petrelli was declared dead right there in the alley, at 12:07 A.M. on September twenty-second.