“This is different.” Ezra’s eyes grew sad. If there’s one thing Peter knows, it’s how to fight.” “Peter has killed vampires before, and he’s fought in wars. “He can handle himself,” Jack sneered at everyone’s concern. So I’m going to try and find him and see if I can’t reason with him.” “I just got a phone call that vampires are seeking revenge on him. Word travelled down about Peter,” Ezra elaborated. This time, Peter disappeared, and despite his best attempts, Ezra had been unable to reach him.
Peter did that frequently, but usually Ezra had a way of getting in touch with him. Three weeks ago, Jack turned me into a vampire, and Peter took off. “I thought he’d gone off the grid,” I said, and Jack scoffed at me. “Yeah, that sounds like Peter,” Jack muttered. “What kind of danger?” I asked, and I felt Jack’s eyes flit over to me but I refused to look back at him. “He’s in very real danger, and I’ve got to go help him.” “It doesn’t matter how you feel about him,” Ezra told Jack, but there was an underlying hurt. Before that, Ezra had turned Peter, making a steadfast bond between the three of them. Peter had been the one to turn Jack, so his blood had fused to Jack’s, creating a bond between them that was much stronger than any normal familial relation. Peter was 150 years older than Jack, so they weren’t related in the human sense of the word.
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