WHO: Panodore
WHAT: Picking Pansy up and figuring out what to do.
WHEN: Uhm. After she arrived.
WHERE: Mung's->Somewhere
RATING/STATUS: Low/Incomplete

If I was drowning in the sea
Would you dive right in and save me?
If I was falling like a star
Would you be right there to catch me?
If I was dreaming of your kiss
Would you look right through me?

Theodore wasn't the greatest with emotions and he wasn't used to worrying about Pansy, besides her being a pretty girl in a big city like London, but in the last couple weeks, her mortality had become increasingly clear to him. The lives he'd taken only served as a reminder of how fragile she was. With those constant reminders, he'd left to get himself under control, so that he'd never attack her, for it would be an awfully long time before he forgave himself for that, but...with her here, he would have to delay that. He had no idea what lay in store for them in this alternate universe and he had no intention of letting her face it alone. No, Pansy needed him to protect him so he'd just need to learn to fight the thirst as best he could. Or feed regularly so he didn't get desperate. Probably both.

He'd written her from the forest behind his family home, using his enhanced senses to hear, see, and smell his mother and younger self inside. He was about two years younger here, but in those two years, hadn't changed enough that she might suspect something was wrong. Running out of time, Theo knew what he had to do. He had to kill this other self and take his place.

It was quick, this other Theodore's death. Their mother had no idea, just one floor above, that a vampire had snapped her son's neck and dragged him off into the woods to drink the blood and dispose of the body. Everything in the house looked exactly like it had in his own, even this mother, who seemed to be adjusting to the absence of Theodore Sr. He told her he needed to visit a friend for a short while, then Apparated to the hospital.

It took longer than he'd hoped, a good half hour, actually, to locate her, as there were no records or anything for the new arrivals yet, but he used his sense of smell to find her. Entering the room, he took in the sight before him: patients, families, sitting on cots and on the floor, standing because there wasn't enough room to sit. It was a bit ridiculous, really.

"Pansy," he called when he spotted her, and hurried over, but stopped short of her, just barely within touching distance. He wasn't sure he'd be able to keep his secret from her for very long, nor was he sure he even wanted to. If he was the only one, what was stopping him from telling her? But regardless, that was not a conversation that needed to happen here. "Let's go, we're leaving."