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I clench my fists as Gerard’s eyes scan over my letter.

First, he frowns, then his jaw drops, then his face becomes even paler, and his hands start shaking.

“Shit…” I slowly breathe out, waiting for something to happen, “Do something, Gerard…”

“W-What?” Gerard quietly stutters, nervously, as his eyes read the letter again, “What the fuck?”

“I’m starting to regret this.” I whisper to Frank.

“Too late now.” He says to me.

Gerard suddenly stands up, after staring at the letter. I tense and wait. His eyes dart to the window, without warning.

“Shit!” Frank hisses, “Roof! Now!”

We both jump to the roof in a flash, making sure Gerard doesn’t see us at all. We both remain still on the roof, as we hear the window open once again. Oh, god. He saw us. I give Frank a panicked expression which he mirrors exactly. We both wait in anticipation, wondering what happens now.

“Mikey?” I hear Gerard whisper.

I feel my heart twinge. He sounds so broken. I slowly start to creep forward to look down over Gerard, but Frank grabs my arm and pulls me back. Shaking his head at me, I understand it’s too risky.

“Mikes…If you’re out there…If you can hear me, please show me…I need you.” Gerard says.

Tears prick my eyes and I have to bite my tongue, holding back a sob. I hate that I can’t talk to him myself to set things straight, but things are just too weird. It wouldn’t work. I feel Frank wrap his arms around me to comfort me, and I can’t control a loud sob that escapes my chest.

“Mikey?” Gerard asks, suddenly, “I-I heard…Was that you, Mikes? I-I got the letter…” His tone suddenly turns angry, “I swear to fucking god, if this is some stupid prank, you‘re gonna pay! I swear, I‘ll fucking…” His voice trails off.

“Please, Frank.” I whisper to him as quietly as possible, “Please. I need to see him.”

Shaking his head, Frank replies, “I’m sorry, Mikes, but it’s too risky…I’m sorry.”

“F-Fine. If this is some sick joke, laugh all you want, but, Mikey, if it’s you, I need you to know that…I-I’m scared…” Gerard says, his voice breaking into small sobs, “I-I worry about you all the time. I miss you…Mom and dad keep acting like it never happened. They ignore me when I talk about it. So, now I can’t talk to anyone, anymore. But I guess that’s not what’s bothering me. What’s bothering me is that I can’t talk to you…a-and I have no idea what’s going on in that head of yours…or Frank’s.”

I feel Frank’s arms tense around me as Gerard speaks his name. Soothingly, I brush my hand up and down his arms to calm him. It seems to work.

“T-That man was killed, Mikey, and…they’re all blaming you.” Gerard continues, his sobs becoming more frequent, “I-I don’t believe it, though. Well…I don’t want to…I-I don’t fucking know, Mikes. I just…I wish none of this ever happened. It’s been killing me for a long time. I still love you, though. Always will, no matter what, okay?…I miss you, Mikey. So much.”

I hear my brother break down into heavy tears before he closes his window, and walks away.

“Fuck…” I breathe, as stray tears roll down my cheeks.

“Mikey,” Frank whispers into my ear, holding me close, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just wish I could see him.” I say, “He sounds so fucking awful.”

“I know…I’m sure you’ll see him again properly soon enough.” He tells me.

The fact that I know it’s a lie sends me over the edge. I turn myself around, burying my head in his chest as I start to cry. He wraps his arms even tighter around me, but it isn’t an uncomfortable tightness. It’s the type that’ll make you feel just that little bit better. As he holds me, I cry. My heart aches from how much I miss my brother, and how much I wish he was okay. God knows what the hell is meant to happen now.

“I’m writing him another letter.” I mutter, after I spend a number of minutes crying into Frank’s chest.

I look up at him, seeing him nod, “Okay, Mikes. But, right now, let’s get out of here, okay? This is enough fucking drama for one day.”

“No,” I say, shaking my head, “I don’t wanna leave him.”

“But, Mikey,” Frank says before kissing my head, “You need a fucking break.”

“I’m not leaving Gerard. Not yet.” I say, firmly.

Sighing, Frank replies, “ Okay, then…Wait here. I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t show yourself. Stay hidden.”

“Uhm…okay,” I nod, “But where are you-”

Before I can finish my sentence, Frank takes off at the speed of light. His absence leaves an unsettling coolness on my body.

“-Going.” I finish whispering to no one at all.

I glance up at the sky and see that the sun is setting. I can’t believe Frank and I spent the entire day here just spying. It’s almost creepy, but it had to be done. I couldn’t not see my brother when the chance came. Slowly, I creep down the roof and swiftly jump to the tree. Climbing down, I hear the faint sounds of my brother crying. I close my eyes harshly, holding back the tears that are longing to fall with Gerard’s. I lower myself onto the same branch from beforehand and I creep forward, gazing into his room.

Gerard is lying on his bed with my letter in his hand, crying at the ceiling.

It’s a heartbreaking sight. It really is.

A tear or two falls down my cheek as I watch my brother in pain. Even though we aren’t twins, we’ve always had twins vibes. If he’s in pain, so am I.

“Mikey, what the fuck is going on?” Gerard whispers through his tears as he stares at the ceiling, “It’s my fault. I’m so sorry.”

Shaking my head, I let more tears fall, “It was never your fault, Gee.” I whisper, but I know he can’t hear me.

“Mikey?” I hear Frank’s voice behind me and would have a heart attack, if my heart were still beating.

“Fucking hell, Frank.” I whisper, wiping my tears away, “Warn a guy.”

“Sorry.” Frank whispers back, “But, here, I got you this.”

Frank hands me more paper and another pen because I lost the one I used before.

“You are incredible,” I tell him, smiling, “Thank you.”

“It’s okay.” He smiles back at me before kissing me softly, “Now, write another letter. It’s going to be pitch black soon.”

He’s right. The sun has almost sucked away all the daylight, and we needed to find somewhere to sleep tonight. Taking the pen and paper, I ask Frank if I can use his back to write on. He turns and stays still as I write another letter to Gerard:

Gerard,

Don’t blame yourself for this. Please, don’t. It isn’t your fault. It was NEVER your fucking fault, okay? It was mine. I never should have started hurting myself like that, in the first place. But it’s okay, because despite the lameness of it all, there’s some good. I have Frank now, and he’s amazing, Gerard. I wish you could meet him.

You don’t have to worry anymore because Frank is…Well, he’s saving me, Gee. I’m not hurting myself anymore. Because of him. He’s helped me so much. I wish I could explain everything to you, but I really can’t.

Just don’t blame yourself for this. It isn’t your fault. None of it is. Please don’t.

Love you, Gee.
Mikey.

“There.” I say, folding up the paper.

“Done?” Frank asks, turning to face me.

“Yep,” I nod, “Now, I’ve just gotta figure out how to get it in there. He wasn’t in the room before.”

“Mm.” Frank agrees, “Wait until he falls asleep. Then be all ninja and put it beside his bed.”

Cringing, I say, “I don’t know, Frankie. I’m a klutz. I’ll probably knock something over and wake him.”

“No,” He shakes his head, “You’re a vampire now. You’ll have balance and everything. It’ll be fine.”

I don’t reply. I simply turn and continue watching my brother on his bed as he clutches onto my letter for dear life. His crying has died down to a few small whimpers every now and then, but it still makes me want to scream. I hate, I repeat, hate seeing him like this. Hate it. However, he does eventually fall asleep.

Not long after, my mother comes in and switches his light off.

I take this as my time to strike, and I extremely carefully open Gerard’s window. It creaks slightly, but he doesn’t wake up. I softly land on the floor without a sound and move over to Gerard’s bed. Now that I’m this close to him, my fangs rip out without me even telling them to. The urge to drink all the blood beneath his skin is unbearable. Acting quickly, I place the letter next to his lamp, and back a few steps away. I cover my mouth with my hands as I stare at my brother’s sleeping figure. I want so badly to tell my vampire urges to shut the fuck up so I don’t have to stop myself killing my brother. I can’t control them, however.

With a sad sigh, I turn back to the window and climb out again, making sure the shut the window behind me so I‘m not longer tempted.

“Why does blood have to smell so fucking good?” I breathe.

“Oh, shit,” Frank exclaims, “I fucking forgot it’d still be hard for you to block it out.”

“It’s okay, Frankie. I didn’t kill him, did I?” I reply sarcastically, cringing slightly at the thought of losing control of myself near Gerard.

“I’m sorry,” Frank whispers.

“I’m fine,” I lie, “Just, y’know, wanting to kill him kinda makes the feeling of missing him even worse.”

“It’ll be okay, Mikey.” Frank tells me as he takes my hand, “We should go now. We‘re both exhausted.”

I nod and let him lead the way.

Frank doesn’t run this time. He takes me by the waist and we simply walk through the forest silently, both lost in our own thoughts. I don’t know where we’re going and I don’t think Frank does either, but I don’t care. I’m perfectly fine with just walking through the forest, the light of the full moon shining through the trees until we both collapse on the spot.

It’s nice.

“Any idea where you want to go?” Frank asks through the silence.

“Not really,” I reply, “Where are we supposed to go in the middle of the woods?”

“Anywhere, I guess.”

“Hmm,” I think out loud, “What do you think of sleeping in a cave?”

“Sounds a little caveman-ish, but I can deal.”

“Okay,” I smile, “I’ll show you where we can stay.”

I look at our surroundings and figure out where to go from here. Giving him little warning, I grab his hand and speed off in the direction of the cave I know. At first, Frank lets out a startled laugh, but he soon runs with me. The trees are a blurred flash as we race through the forest. I finally come across our destination, and stop.

“Come on.” I tell Frank walking forward towards the large cave in front of us.

“How did you know it was here?” Frank asks me.

“It’s a place I used to come sometimes when I needed to clear my head,” I explain walking inside, “No one knew about it except me. It was really cool.”

“Sounds cool,” Frank agrees.

There isn’t a whole lot of room in the cave, but it’s enough. The blanket I used to sit on is still in here, and it’s easy to see where I’m going because my new vampire eyes can make me see in the dark. Coolest thing ever. I sit down on my blanket and Frank sits beside me, smiling.

“I like it,” he grins at me, “It’s really comfortable.”

“Yeah,” I sigh, “It is.”

There’s a moment of us being completely still, but soon enough Frank quickly flips me over, straddling me and crashes his lips against mine. Smiling, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer as our tongues rub against each other.

“Picking up where you left off, I see,” I gasp, as Frank moves his lips to my neck.

He just chuckles and bites down on my skin, making me bite back a moan. As he continues to mess around with the skin on my neck, I decide that this contact isn’t enough. I grab his hips and thrust mine up against him through the denim material. I hear him let out a small gasp, and in a flash he rips my shirt off, leaving my chest exposed. My instinct causes me to tense up when my bare skin is revealed, but I slowly relax as Frank works his way down my chest.

He starts to kiss above my jeans again, and as he undoes my buckle, his tongue leaves a trail against my skin. I sigh in pleasure as he unzips my jeans and pulls them off me faster than my eyes can see.

“Shit,” I whisper at how fast he undresses me. As he starts tugging on my boxers, I stop him, “Wait,” I whisper.

“What’s wrong?” Frank asks, sounding slightly concerned.

“How is it in any way fair that I’m close to naked, and you’re still dressed?” I ask.

“Fine,” he smirks, and removes his shirt, throwing it to the side, “Better?”

“Much better,” I smile, “Now get down here.”

I grab his arms and pull him down for another deep kiss. I feel him smiling against my lips and wrap my arms around him, loving the skin on skin contact of our bare chests. He tastes so good. It isn’t too long before I work my hand down and start unzipping Frank’s jeans. He lets out a small moan and it only encourages me to work faster. I finally get his zipper undone and push his jeans down as much as I can without losing contact with his lips. He helps and shuffles and shakes his legs until his jeans are around his ankles. He then proceeds to kick them off in some random direction.

“You ready for this?” Frank asks me with a smirk.

I laugh lightly before asking, “Are you?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He grins, before crushing his lips against mine again.

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