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Birds tweeting and a ray of sun heating up my closed eyes is all I need to know that it’s morning.

My eyes flicker open and I immediately turn my head away from the blinding sunshine. In doing so, my head ends up in the crook of Frank’s neck and I can’t resist smiling and pressing a soft kiss on his sleeping figure. He stirs a little, but not much. I carefully untangle myself from his arms and grab my boxers and jeans to put back on.

Last night was, in a word, amazing. It wasn’t just fucking. Frank and I connected way more than I thought was possible, and I loved it. I can tell he did too. Yes, that is the most cliché thing I’ve ever said, but you never realize how true it is until you feel the same way.

After I get my jeans back on, not bothering with my shirt, I step outside of our little cave and into the sunshine. Stretching, I try to get rid of the soreness in my muscles, but it doesn’t seem to work much.

“Ow…” I mumble quietly, to myself.

I’m contemplating going back to wake Frank up when that mouthwatering scent fills the air and I have to blink so fucking hard to stop my eyes rolling back into my head. My fangs flash out and I turn my head in the direction of the smell. Smirking, I walk slowly towards it, not wanting to scare off this delicious source. No time for Frank, now. I fucking need this so bad, I can taste it. Literally.

Blood.

I stop dead in my tracks when I see him. The same guy who was walking through the forest the day before. Fool. I can feel my mouth watering, and can’t wait a second longer.

Before any of my common sense can kick in, I shoot forward, pinning him to the ground while he lets out a horrified yelp. He stares at me with shear terror all over his face and in his eyes, but I don’t care. I only want one thing from him.

“W-Wha…W-What do you want?!” He wheezes out, his breathing pattern quite irregular.

I don’t bother to respond. Instead, I simply pull his head to the side and sink my fangs deep into his skin like Frank did to the guard. A growl rips from my throat as I drain the blood from his body. My eyes roll almost painfully into the back of my head as the coppery-tasting liquid flows into my mouth. It tastes so much better than words can begin to describe. I can feel the man struggling slightly under my grip and he attempts to scream, but it only comes out in high-pitched gasps. It isn’t until I notice him falling strangely still that I can also feel the flow of his blood thinning out. Just a minute later, there’s nothing left in him. I’ve sucked him dry in the least sexual way possible.

I unhinge my jaw and stand up, staring at him.

Letting my fangs sink back in…my eyes grow wide, and my hands start shaking. I only just realize what I’ve done. I stumble a few steps backwards as my wide eyes remain glued to the pale corpse lying in front of me.

I killed him.

I’m a fucking murderer. I can’t believe it. I almost feel sick.

Breathing heavily, I turn and run as fast as I can back to the cave where I can see Frank walking around.

“Frank!” I cry out when I reach him, tears building in my eyes.

“Mikey,” Frank says, concerned, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?!”

I shake my head frantically, unable to find words. But I don’t really need to. Frank steps forward and holds my chin. When he pulls his hand away, I see some of the blood and cringe.

“Shit, Mikes,” Frank breathes, “What happened?”

“I-I…” I stutter between sobs, “I-I just k-killed someone!”

“Oh, fuck…”

“I-I just c-couldn’t control it! I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing!…I’m a murderer!” I cry.

“No, Mikey, you’re not,” Frank tells me, wrapping his arms around me, “Shh. It’s okay, baby. You couldn’t help it.”

“It’s not okay!” I sob, wrenching myself from his grip, “He’s fucking dead because of me!”

“Mikes, calm down, okay? You’re a vampire. It’s natural. It’s not your fault.” Frank soothes, trying to take me into his arms again, but I push him away.

“Why is everything so fucked up?!” I cry, mostly to myself, “Why do I always screw things up for myself! And everyone else!”

“Hey,” Frank cuts in, “That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is! God fucking damn it! Why didn’t I listen to Gerard?!”

“Mikey, calm down.” Frank says, looking at the ground.

“No!” I yell, making up my mind, “Fuck this shit, I’m going to see him.”

“What?!” Frank gasps, “Mikey, don’t!”

I’m already turned and speeding towards Gerard’s window, when Frank jumps on me. He hits me hard, but it isn’t enough to make me fall. He clings onto me as I rush forward. In my ear, I hear him yelling at me to stop, but I can’t. I have to see my fucking brother.

“Mikey! We’ve talked about this! Think about what you’re doing!” Frank protests.

I throw Frank off me, not caring about anything anymore, except seeing Gerard. I jump up and land in the tree beside his window and gaze inside. I see my brother sitting on his bed staring at the wall. He looks as though he hasn’t slept in years. I see the circles under his bloodshot eyes and can barely handle knowing that I did this to him. I never wanted him to get hurt. I have to talk to him. I fucking have to.

I feel Frank’s hand on my shoulder, “No, Mikey!” He whispers harshly, “Don’t even fucking think about it!”

But I ignore him, ripping myself from his hand. Nervously, I lower myself to his window ledge, just staring, second guessing my decision. Gerard doesn’t notice me. He seems entirely fixated on the wall across from him.

Shaking my head, I realize there’s no turning back now. I quickly open the window and jump in, ignoring Frank yelling at me to stop. Once I’m inside, I’m only met with Gerard’s wide eyes...

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