More tears, more question marks and more memories,
So yeah this ones short. I can't make long ones, it's impossible for me.
Anyway, yeah I hope you like it, sorry for the cliffhanger :)
Standing at the door, was the postman. Shit.
"You all right there?" He said, looking at me, puzzled.
"Uh y-yeah." I mumble, quickly wiping my eyes.
"Right, a package for Frank Iero?" He says, holding out a box covered in brown paper. I take the box, nodded a thanks and shut the door.
I had half wanted it to be Gerard.
I walked to the kitchen to open it, sitting on a chair at the breakfast bar facing the window. Tearing the paper, I open the box underneath, revealing a packet of picks, and the new Black Flag cd I had ordered a while ago. Sighing, I look up at the window to see Gerard walk into his kitchen. I had forgotten my kitchen window looked right into theirs. I watched as he made his way across the kitchen, his eyes puffy and red, his hair tangled and unbrushed.
He looked as bad as me.
I saw him reach down, and when he came up, he had a full blood bag in his hand. I watched as he tore the top, and brought it to his lips.
Okay, so he was telling the truth about him drinking them.
He took it away from his mouth, wiping a dribble of blood away from his chin. Then he saw me.
I stand there, like a wide-eyed rabbit in the middle of the road.
We stared at each other for another couple of minutes, then he looks down for a few seconds, and when he looks up I feel a my phone vibrate in my pocket. Reaching for it, I read the text,
hi It was from Gerard. I look back at him, the side of his mouth was curved up slightly and he looked down again. My phone vibrated again,
can we talk plz? It read on the lit up screen. I look back up at the gorgeous guy that I thought loved yesterday, and realised, theres probably more to the story.
yeah I typed in before I could change my mind. I wanted all the confusion to end, even if it made me not want to be with Gerard, I wanted to know why.
I'll be over in a minute oh shit. I run up to my room, exchanging my baggy pj's for a pair of skinny black jeans and a random t-shirt. I had just finished applying my eye liner (the fastest I've ever done it!) when the door bell rang.
Okay, just breath. I jog down the stairs, pausing to take a nervous breath. I opened the door, and standing there, in the shining sun, was Gerard. He had brushed his hair, changed and done up his eyeliner, god he's gorgeous.
"Uh hey," I mumble, not knowing what to say. I spent most if yesterday thinking what the hell I was going to say to him! Shit, why does he have to be so fucking beautiful? We walk into the kitchen, and sit opposite each other.
"Look, Frank, I know your really fucking confused right now." Gerard says softly, "So ask me anything, and I'll answer."
"S-so your really a ...." I couldn't say it, it sounded so unreal.
"A vampire." He said, smiling.
"Um yeah." God he looked so sexy when he smiles. Then it came to me,
"So, your a vampire?" He gives a small laugh and nods, "Then how old are you?"
"Good question, about 249 this year." He says in a casual way, like it's an every day conversation.
"What, so you were born in," I take a minute to do the math, "1763?" He smiles again and nods. "Wow" There was a moment of silence, until I thought of Ray, who always hung out with me, Gerard and Mikey at lunch and stuff.
"Uh what about Ray, does he know anything?" Gerard told me about him being a half vampire, which led to why he and Mikey moved here. My mom had been anxious about moving because if the crime, but she had people hear that could help her get a job, so we didn't gave much choice.
I look at Gerard, thinking about the past week with him. Thinking what to ask him about next. Then I remember two nights ago.
"Gerard," He looks back at me, "The night you stayed at mine, you had a nightmare, and the next morning, when I was talking to Mikey on your phone, he said you have been having them a lot, but you never told him what they were about. Can you maybe tell me?" I ask softly, not wanting to force him. He smiled lightly,
"I promised to tell you everything you asked." He looked down at his hands for a second, "Just remember, this is just a dream, it doesn't mean it's ever going to happen. I'll make sure it never happens." I began to go a bit nervous, the image of that night, his tears. "Basically, it starts off with me feeding on somebody, which I haven't done for at least 60 years, anyway, I feed until they go limp, but when I look at them, I realise," He pauses and looks me in the eye, "That it's you. And that's when I wake up screaming and crying." I sit there for a second, staring at him. That night his eyes was filled with fear. Fear of losing me apparently.
"Frank, I know this must be really confusing for you, but you my first boyfriend who hasn't ran away from me." He whispered.
"What?!" I blink.
"Er, the last three boyfriends I've had, ran screaming." He looked away, tears building up. "I would get really angry, and I couldn't control myself," He sighed, " So I killed them, and their families." The tears started spilling from his eyes as he turned back to me, "I promise Frank, if you don't want to be with me, I'll leave and never come back, I won't hurt you or your mom, or anyone else!" I stand up and walk over to him, standing in front of the beautiful being.
"I will always love you." I whispered, though he could probably hear, being a vampire and all. He smiled, and leaned close to me, giving me a gently kiss.
I don't know what made me know there and then that I wanted to be with him, but I glad as fuck that it did!
I was pulled out of my thoughts as Gerard lifts me up, I wrap my legs round his waist, moaning slightly, I felt him smile against my lips. He moves his lips down my neck, and stops at the same place he did when we first kissed. After I was sure he had left a mark, I tilted his chin up, so I could press my lips against his again. Gerard walked into the living room, gently placing me down on the sofa, before climbing on top of me. My hands are under his shirt, tracing the line down his back. He let out a quiet moan, making me giggle. I place my fingers under the waist line if his jeans, pulling his hips closer to me, which resulted in us both moaning.
Then guess what happened next? A fucking buzz happened thats what!
"Ugh, fucking Mikey." Gerard groans, answering his phone, putting it on speaker,
"Hey, Gerard, where are you? You didn't answer the house phone?" Mikey asked quickly before Gerard could say anything.
"Uh Mikey, I'm at Franks house." He said, grinning.
"You haven't fucking killed him have you?!" I could actually hear the fear in voice.
"Fuck off Mikey, I'm alive and well, so if you don't mind hanging up so me and Gee can carry on sucking each others faces off?!" I say, pissed as Mikey always seemed to interrupt.
"Oh, right. Bye!" And he hung up.
So yeah R&R abd get a free hug from gee ;)