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Blood Bag
2 ReviewsDrawings, confused Frank, and pizza for breakfast.
Hey guys;)
So yeah this ones short again but I promised ElizC98 that I'd get it done tonight and it's currently 11:54pm so yeah....
So thanks to ElizC98 (again) for giving me some fabby ideas!!! And I used some if them!!! I'll use the other one in the next chapter! Don't worryxxx plus she kept texting me about putting pizza in it- so I did :D
Anyway enjoy xxxxxxxx
Franks p.o.v.
After having breakfast and coffee, we headed over to Gerard's house.
"You haven't been in my room yet, have you?" He says, turning to me as I lock the door. I thought for a second,
"No, i don't think so." I said, half laughing. Gerard laced his fingers through mine as we crossed my garden into his.
Once inside, Mikey appeared from the living room,
"Hey guys!" He said, smiling at me and Gerard, then his eyes travelled down to our entwined hands, and his smile grew.
"Anyway... Sorry I didn't tell you I was staying at Franks." Gerard says, "So, bye." And we start going down the stairs to his bedroom.
"If you guys are going fuck, then keep it down, I'm eating my breakfast." Mikey shouts after us, making me blush furiously.
"Don't listen to him," Gerard mumbles into my ear as we reach the bottom on the stairs, "He's just jealous." I stare around his room. The walls covered in old band posters and drawings. Amazing drawings. I walk over to a wall mostly covered in drawings, looking at them intently. They were mostly black and white, some had a bit if red as well. They had so much detail in them, I had never seen anything so lifelike, but still obviously a drawing.
I was still staring at the wall of drawings, as Gerard's arms wrap around my waist, his head on my shoulder.
"Do you like them?" He asked softly, his breath tickling my neck.
"They're ... unbelievable, Gee." I answer, moaning quietly when he starts to kiss my neck. I turn my head so he can kiss my lips. Gerard traces my bottom lip with his tongue, stopping at my lip ring. He tugs at it gently, making me moan again, slightly loader this time.
"I told you guys to keep that shit down!" Mikey yelps from the living room. Gerard chuckles, but pulls away,
"He'll ground me," I giggle as he says it, "Seriously, he's like my fucking mom!" Which makes me wonder where his parents where. I had never seen them, and its always Mikey calling Gerard home. I was about to ask him about this when I noticed something underneath Gerards windowsill. I move away from Gerard, walking slowly over to the window.
"Frankie?" I hear Gerard asked, his voice filled with worry. I don't answer. When I reach the window, I bend down to get a better look at the object below at my feet. "Shit." I hear Gerard mumble from right behind me. A squint to see what it was lying in the darker part of Gerard's room.
An empty blood bag.
I hear Gerard hold his breath as i turn to look at him. He was looking at the blood bag while biting down on his lower lip. A million things raced through my head at that moment, so many questions. I stood up to face Gerard, he was still looking at the blood bag at my feet, a painful expression on his pale face.
"Gerard," He looked at me with his beautiful hazel eyes, "Are you going to tell me when the hell you have an empty blood bag in your room?!" I ask, trying not to jump to stupid conclusions, there got to be a good, normal explanation. But the thing is I really can't think of any.
"I... " He sighed, "You won't believe me." He whispered, looking deep inside my eyes, "Even if you did, you wouldn't want to be with me anymore." Closing his eyes, taking a shaky breath.
"Gerard, you don't know that." I whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes, looking at me.
"Everyone else didn't want to be with me." He said, sadness washing over his eyes. I just wanted him to tell me, so I could tell him it's okay. It'll take a lot for me not to want Gerard.
"I'm not everyone else. Tell me."
Gerard's p.o.v.
As soon as Frank spotted the blood bag that I had forgotten to clear away, I knew it was over. He would ask about it, but what would I say? Would I come clean, tell him that I'm a vampire. That I've killed my last three boyfriends and their family because I got really angry that they didn't want to be with me after i told them? I had no idea. And now he's just asked me to tell him why I have the empty blood bag in my room.
I sighed, looking at the ground, tears beginning to build up. I loved Frank, and I don't want him to leave me. I've spent so much time by myself. Unloved.
"Gee?" Frank whispers, looking worryingly at me. He steps closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, "Look Gee, I have no fucking idea why you have an empty blood bag in your room," he paused to look me in the eye, "but this is kind of freaking me out." He says quietly. I close my eyes.
"Fuck Frank, you don't understand! If I tell you, you'll never want to see me again." I whimper.
"Fine." He let go of my waist, and ran up the stairs. Oh shit no! I quickly made my way up the stairs, still at humans pace, not wanting to freak out Frank even more. I reach the top of the stairs, when I hear Frank in the living room,
"Um, Mikey are you aware that Gerard has an empty blood bag in his room? And then started rambling about me not want to see him if he tells me." Frank says as I slowly walk into the living room, seeing Frank standing in front of the t.v. as Mikey is sitting on the sofa eating a pizza. Really, pizza for breakfast?
"W-what?" He mumbles, looking between Frank and me. His gaze settles on me, giving me the 'what the hell dude?!' look.
"Look guys just tell me or I'm out of here. 'Cause by you not telling me, I've got a billion worse things going through my head!" If it was any other person I would've snorted, but it was Frank.
"Frank, did you ever think that maybe you don't wanna know?" Mikey asks, a nervous smile on his face.
"No. I do want to know." He says then looks at me, "Please Gerard, just explain why you have that fucking blood bag in your room, so we can go back to normal." He pleaded, looking me in the eye.
"Fine, I'll tell you," I mumble, making Frank smile slightly, "But after I do, it will never be the same." He frowns, but nods. I take a deep breath, looking at Frank, probably for the last time as he'll never want to see me after this.
"Frank, I'm a vampire."
Ah ha! CLIFFHANGER! mwhahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
Yeah so R&R pleez!!!!!!!! You get a free Mikey pizza !!!!
So yeah this ones short again but I promised ElizC98 that I'd get it done tonight and it's currently 11:54pm so yeah....
So thanks to ElizC98 (again) for giving me some fabby ideas!!! And I used some if them!!! I'll use the other one in the next chapter! Don't worryxxx plus she kept texting me about putting pizza in it- so I did :D
Anyway enjoy xxxxxxxx
Franks p.o.v.
After having breakfast and coffee, we headed over to Gerard's house.
"You haven't been in my room yet, have you?" He says, turning to me as I lock the door. I thought for a second,
"No, i don't think so." I said, half laughing. Gerard laced his fingers through mine as we crossed my garden into his.
Once inside, Mikey appeared from the living room,
"Hey guys!" He said, smiling at me and Gerard, then his eyes travelled down to our entwined hands, and his smile grew.
"Anyway... Sorry I didn't tell you I was staying at Franks." Gerard says, "So, bye." And we start going down the stairs to his bedroom.
"If you guys are going fuck, then keep it down, I'm eating my breakfast." Mikey shouts after us, making me blush furiously.
"Don't listen to him," Gerard mumbles into my ear as we reach the bottom on the stairs, "He's just jealous." I stare around his room. The walls covered in old band posters and drawings. Amazing drawings. I walk over to a wall mostly covered in drawings, looking at them intently. They were mostly black and white, some had a bit if red as well. They had so much detail in them, I had never seen anything so lifelike, but still obviously a drawing.
I was still staring at the wall of drawings, as Gerard's arms wrap around my waist, his head on my shoulder.
"Do you like them?" He asked softly, his breath tickling my neck.
"They're ... unbelievable, Gee." I answer, moaning quietly when he starts to kiss my neck. I turn my head so he can kiss my lips. Gerard traces my bottom lip with his tongue, stopping at my lip ring. He tugs at it gently, making me moan again, slightly loader this time.
"I told you guys to keep that shit down!" Mikey yelps from the living room. Gerard chuckles, but pulls away,
"He'll ground me," I giggle as he says it, "Seriously, he's like my fucking mom!" Which makes me wonder where his parents where. I had never seen them, and its always Mikey calling Gerard home. I was about to ask him about this when I noticed something underneath Gerards windowsill. I move away from Gerard, walking slowly over to the window.
"Frankie?" I hear Gerard asked, his voice filled with worry. I don't answer. When I reach the window, I bend down to get a better look at the object below at my feet. "Shit." I hear Gerard mumble from right behind me. A squint to see what it was lying in the darker part of Gerard's room.
An empty blood bag.
I hear Gerard hold his breath as i turn to look at him. He was looking at the blood bag while biting down on his lower lip. A million things raced through my head at that moment, so many questions. I stood up to face Gerard, he was still looking at the blood bag at my feet, a painful expression on his pale face.
"Gerard," He looked at me with his beautiful hazel eyes, "Are you going to tell me when the hell you have an empty blood bag in your room?!" I ask, trying not to jump to stupid conclusions, there got to be a good, normal explanation. But the thing is I really can't think of any.
"I... " He sighed, "You won't believe me." He whispered, looking deep inside my eyes, "Even if you did, you wouldn't want to be with me anymore." Closing his eyes, taking a shaky breath.
"Gerard, you don't know that." I whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes, looking at me.
"Everyone else didn't want to be with me." He said, sadness washing over his eyes. I just wanted him to tell me, so I could tell him it's okay. It'll take a lot for me not to want Gerard.
"I'm not everyone else. Tell me."
Gerard's p.o.v.
As soon as Frank spotted the blood bag that I had forgotten to clear away, I knew it was over. He would ask about it, but what would I say? Would I come clean, tell him that I'm a vampire. That I've killed my last three boyfriends and their family because I got really angry that they didn't want to be with me after i told them? I had no idea. And now he's just asked me to tell him why I have the empty blood bag in my room.
I sighed, looking at the ground, tears beginning to build up. I loved Frank, and I don't want him to leave me. I've spent so much time by myself. Unloved.
"Gee?" Frank whispers, looking worryingly at me. He steps closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, "Look Gee, I have no fucking idea why you have an empty blood bag in your room," he paused to look me in the eye, "but this is kind of freaking me out." He says quietly. I close my eyes.
"Fuck Frank, you don't understand! If I tell you, you'll never want to see me again." I whimper.
"Fine." He let go of my waist, and ran up the stairs. Oh shit no! I quickly made my way up the stairs, still at humans pace, not wanting to freak out Frank even more. I reach the top of the stairs, when I hear Frank in the living room,
"Um, Mikey are you aware that Gerard has an empty blood bag in his room? And then started rambling about me not want to see him if he tells me." Frank says as I slowly walk into the living room, seeing Frank standing in front of the t.v. as Mikey is sitting on the sofa eating a pizza. Really, pizza for breakfast?
"W-what?" He mumbles, looking between Frank and me. His gaze settles on me, giving me the 'what the hell dude?!' look.
"Look guys just tell me or I'm out of here. 'Cause by you not telling me, I've got a billion worse things going through my head!" If it was any other person I would've snorted, but it was Frank.
"Frank, did you ever think that maybe you don't wanna know?" Mikey asks, a nervous smile on his face.
"No. I do want to know." He says then looks at me, "Please Gerard, just explain why you have that fucking blood bag in your room, so we can go back to normal." He pleaded, looking me in the eye.
"Fine, I'll tell you," I mumble, making Frank smile slightly, "But after I do, it will never be the same." He frowns, but nods. I take a deep breath, looking at Frank, probably for the last time as he'll never want to see me after this.
"Frank, I'm a vampire."
Ah ha! CLIFFHANGER! mwhahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
Yeah so R&R pleez!!!!!!!! You get a free Mikey pizza !!!!
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