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spongetastic) wrote2011-03-04 12:58 pm
spongetastic) wrote2011-03-04 12:58 pm
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Warning in the Graveyard
The two men sat together passing a bottle of whiskey between them. Although neither of them could get drunk, the liquor helped wash away the blood that stained their fangs from earlier in the evening.
In front of them stood a collection of tombstones. All of them looked relatively the same, except for three that had swear words and pentagrams carved all over them. When Peter saw that the first time he rolled his eyes a little and had one thought: Kids. The others simply had their names, their dates of birth and dates of death.
Benoit “Bo” Durand. Born July 12th 1732, Died September 23rd 1768.
Caleb Jacobs. Born April 15th 1898, Died October 30th 1929.
Colette Abbott. Born January 29th 1823, Died November 12th 1864.
Danielle Sanders. Born March 2nd 1950, Died August 18th 1969.
Felix von Urner. Born May 3rd 1840, Died February 20th 1862.
Peter Petrelli. Born December 23rd 1979, Died September 22nd 2009.
Raul Montgomery. Born 1667, Died 1692.
Roxanne “Roxie” von Urner. Born October 22nd 1842, Died February 21st 1862.
“You should bring Eleanor here,” Caleb suggested quietly. “Everyone in the family comes to visit the graveyard.”
“Maybe,” Peter mused as he took a gulp of whiskey. Inwardly he wasn’t looking forward to showing this place to Rigby. She already knew he was a vampire, but showing her his death carved in stone made it so much more final.
“You should,” Caleb insisted. He reached for the whiskey and took a drink. “And think about what we talked about earlier.”
“Yeah.” Peter ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully. “I’ll think about it.” He took the bottle back for another sip. They finished the bottle together, then rose to their feet. “I need to get home. Rigby will be waiting.”
“That reminds me…” Before Peter could react, Caleb’s fangs were out and he was tearing into Peter’s neck. Peter let out a cry of surprise and pain and quickly pushed the older vampire off.
“Wh… what the hell?” Peter panted angrily. He touched his neck and saw blood staining his fingers. A large chunk of skin and muscle had been torn out. The blood he just drank was being lost and he was getting dizzy from pain. “Why did… you do that?”
“Raul asked me,” Caleb told him. Anyone else would’ve been chilled seeing Caleb’s lips stained with blood with more dribbling down his chin, but Peter had that same look himself many times. “I’ll take you home before you pass out.”
Peter couldn’t say anything; he was too busy pressing a hand to his wound. “I know why you had to do this,” he muttered. “It’s okay.”
“Try not to talk, either,” Caleb advised him. That was the last thing Peter heard before everything went black.
In front of them stood a collection of tombstones. All of them looked relatively the same, except for three that had swear words and pentagrams carved all over them. When Peter saw that the first time he rolled his eyes a little and had one thought: Kids. The others simply had their names, their dates of birth and dates of death.
Benoit “Bo” Durand. Born July 12th 1732, Died September 23rd 1768.
Caleb Jacobs. Born April 15th 1898, Died October 30th 1929.
Colette Abbott. Born January 29th 1823, Died November 12th 1864.
Danielle Sanders. Born March 2nd 1950, Died August 18th 1969.
Felix von Urner. Born May 3rd 1840, Died February 20th 1862.
Peter Petrelli. Born December 23rd 1979, Died September 22nd 2009.
Raul Montgomery. Born 1667, Died 1692.
Roxanne “Roxie” von Urner. Born October 22nd 1842, Died February 21st 1862.
“You should bring Eleanor here,” Caleb suggested quietly. “Everyone in the family comes to visit the graveyard.”
“Maybe,” Peter mused as he took a gulp of whiskey. Inwardly he wasn’t looking forward to showing this place to Rigby. She already knew he was a vampire, but showing her his death carved in stone made it so much more final.
“You should,” Caleb insisted. He reached for the whiskey and took a drink. “And think about what we talked about earlier.”
“Yeah.” Peter ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully. “I’ll think about it.” He took the bottle back for another sip. They finished the bottle together, then rose to their feet. “I need to get home. Rigby will be waiting.”
“That reminds me…” Before Peter could react, Caleb’s fangs were out and he was tearing into Peter’s neck. Peter let out a cry of surprise and pain and quickly pushed the older vampire off.
“Wh… what the hell?” Peter panted angrily. He touched his neck and saw blood staining his fingers. A large chunk of skin and muscle had been torn out. The blood he just drank was being lost and he was getting dizzy from pain. “Why did… you do that?”
“Raul asked me,” Caleb told him. Anyone else would’ve been chilled seeing Caleb’s lips stained with blood with more dribbling down his chin, but Peter had that same look himself many times. “I’ll take you home before you pass out.”
Peter couldn’t say anything; he was too busy pressing a hand to his wound. “I know why you had to do this,” he muttered. “It’s okay.”
“Try not to talk, either,” Caleb advised him. That was the last thing Peter heard before everything went black.