Memories, bandages and confusion.
Sorry it's short, but it's kind of a filler :)
I want to thank ElizC98 for the support (thanks Eilidh)
I carefully carry Frank into the kitchen, laying him down on the floor. Mikey wasn't home from whatever shit he was out doing yet. I quickly fetch the first-aid box and bandages. Although nothing was broken, his torso was baddly bruised and there was a some deep cuts, lifting his t-shirt for the second time tonight, and for the second time tonight I feel the butterflies flutter around in my stomach. I cautiously wrap the bandage around his torso after cleaning up the blood from the cuts, all the while holding my breath.
A couple of centuries ago, I would drained the young teenagers body of his crimson blood. A few decades ago, I was a bloodthirsty killer. A vampire.
Falling back onto the soft sofa, I scanned the corpse littered room with a smug look on my face. '4 men, 3 women and 5 children.... That will last me for about a week' I think, a smirk appearing on my blood-stained lips.
"Gerard! What the hell?!" I turn round to see my little brother, Mikey, standing at the door way, looking horrified at the scene that I had created. " We're going to have to move again." I hear Mikey sigh, then walk over to me. I look up at him,
"What'd you want Mikey?" I ask, irritated that he wasn't happy, "I left two for you," I say gesturing to two children whimpering in the corner. Mikey closes his eyes, then opens them to speak,
"Gerard, this is the third time you've done this," He says sitting next to me, "Everywhere we go, you always end up doing this, don't pretend that I haven't noticed why." He says gently, knowing that it's a delicate subject for me. "You fall in love, tell them about what you are, then they try and run, you get angry, so you kill them and there family." As Mikey explains, I turn away, refusing to let him know that he's right. I didn't understand why they ran, if they loved they would stay. Did it really matter that I was a vampire?
End of flashback
I sighed at the memory, every time I lost control we had to move. When me and Mikey were changed, he was the first to control his urges, at first he would only drink the old and unwell's blood, while I had drank when, who, where and how I wanted.
But I've changed from then, me and Mikey take blood bags from hospitals, we learned how to live with humans without wanting to kill them. And I learnt not to let myself fall in love. We were fine as long as there wasn't a lot of blood around. It was amazing how I managed to clean Frank up without..... You know.
"Gerard, I'm home!" I suddenly hear Mikey shout, I had moved Frank to the living room, where he was lying on the sofa, still unconscious. I was sitting on the arm of the sofa, gently stroking his hair, when Mikey walked in. "What the fuck?!" He exclaimed, "Gerard, why is our next door neighbour lying on our sofa looking like he just got beat up?"
I gave a short laugh, " Mikey, I found him, he was getting beat by this guy. So I saved him." I say, smiling, still stoking Frank's hair.
"What did you do the guy?" Mikey asked, I gave another laugh,
"I didn't kill him." I say shortly, but I knew that's what he wanted to hear.
"Gerard, put him back to his room, he'll need to rest. And I don't think that he'll want to wake up in here." Mikey says, gesturing to Frank.
"You never know." I smiled.
Getting up, I carefully take Frank into my arms again, and head out the door.
Once i had placed Frank in his bed, I glanced around the room. He was right when he had said this morning that he had a lot of posters.
I walk back over to Frank, lean down and kiss him lightly on the forehead.
My alarm clock beeps 7:30, but as I try to reach over and switch it off, a stabbing pain coming from my ribs stops me. Moaning I hit the clock, knocking to the ground, then roll back onto my back. I suddenly remember last night, the man who attacked me.... the one who saved me. His voice, I knew it from somewhere....
"Frank! Get up, your going to be late!" My mom shouts. Groaning, I slowly get up, and head to the mirror, but then I realise- I'm still in the clothes that I was in yesterday, and I had a bandage wrapped around my torso. Which I not remember putting on.
"What the fuck?" I mumble to myself as i gently take off my t-shirt, looking at myself in the mirror. My face had a few bruises and a cut on my forehead. I felt around my torso, most of it ached so I decided not to take off the bandage, however it got there.
I step outside into the blinding sun, and made my way across the grass. I notice Mikey and Gerard come out of their house as well, and was about to speed up when Gerard ran up to me,
"Hey Frank!" He said, smiling. "How are you?" God he was perfect. I noticed that his hazel-brown eyes were lined with black eye liner, and his hair was a deep raven black colour...
"Er fine." I say, answering his question once I stopped staring at him.
"Good, um this is Mikey." He continues, pointing at the skinny boy with glasses.
"Hey." He says in a small voice, a small smile to go with it.
"Um hi." Why do I have to be so socially awkward? Really?!
For the rest of the way to school, Gerard basically held the conversation together, I found out that they had moved to Belleville just before me, they had only been here for 4 months. Finally arriving at school, I wave good-bye to Gerard abs Mikey as they walked to meet a tall, frizzy-haired guy. I think his name was Ray, he was in my music and math class.
I couldn't help but wonder, that why had Gerard chosen now to make an effort to be friends with me? We had lived next to each other for 3 months, why now?
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