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Gerard stood over the bedside, his hand clasping tightly the tiny little pale hand. Tears pricked at his eyes, these ones he let fall freely. He couldn’t believe he had harmed the most precious person to him. He hadn’t been thinking he hadn’t even realised that it was Frank who had grabbed a hold of his arm. He couldn’t believe he had hurt Frank and that special thing Frank was holding.
“Frank I am so sorry” he cooed softly and stroked the unconscious fertile’s hair. He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. Every time he looked he seemed to have lost someone else dear to him. First he lost Frank, then he lost Mikey, and now he could loose Frank again only this time caused by his own stupidity. Tears ran down his face and he allowed his long black fringe to cloak his face.
The door behind Gerard open and he glanced back, he felt the rage fill the room and he just looked down. He heard the large footfalls before he even had a glance of Mr Sanders.
Before he had time to react to the door being thrown open, a large hand wrapped around his throat and slammed him into the wall. He looked dead into those black eyes no fear in his own, just sadness as the tears continued to fall freely. He noticed that Mrs Sanders was gripping the large Dom’s arm trying to get him to release Gerard.
“ Oh Gerard do you know what I am going to do to you” he hissed his fangs elongating as his grip around Gerard’s throat tightened cutting off all source of air.
“D-do what you want, I d-deserve all of it” Gerard choked out from his windpipe being crushed under the vice like grip of the large Dom before him. He saw the Dom falter slightly from his words.
“ Don't try and talk your way out of this one,” The enraged Dom hissed. His grip tightening, Gerard felt all of his air being cut off. He looked brokenly at the large Dom the tears still running down his face. He barely had time to register the pain when that large curled fist came into contact with his ribcage, making and horrid crack resonate around the room. Then that boot hit into his ribs once he had hit the ground. Blood trickled out of the corner of Gerard’s mouth as he just lay there and took everything not even trying to raise his hand to stop it.
“MATTHEW SANDERS LEAVE HIM ALONE” Gerard heard echo through out the room before a warm body lay over his protecting it and the blows stoped coming.
“Zacky move” the Dom hissed to his wife.
“ No you are going to kill him”
“HE HURT FRANK”
“HE DIDN'T MEAN TO” silence filled the room after that as Gerard continued to lay there completely motionless. He felt soft hands wrap around his arm and pull him into a sitting position. He let out a hiss of pain from the movement but other than gave no sign of life within him. He was broken, he needed Mikey, he needed Frank.
“Gerard honey look at me” Mrs Sander’s cooed softly. He brought his eyes up to meet those green ones. He saw the kindness hidden behind him, and glancing around the room he noticed the Mr Sanders was sulking by Frank’s bedside.
“ I never meant to..” Gerard muttered before he felt a finger silence him.
“I know you didn't you take care of Frankie better than anyone else could” Gerard heard Mr Sanders scoff from the other end of the room only to receive the world’s harshest glare from his wife.
“Look Gerard everything will be alright I can promise you that, Frank is fine the doctors told me he is just resting from his fall” Gerard let out a sigh of relief at the thought of being able to see those hazel eyes once again. Gerard smiled weakly and Frank’s mother.
“Thanks” he muttered
“Anytime love”. As soon as the words left Zacky’s mouth, there was a horrendous noise from outside. It was loud, and sounded like dynamite with screams entwined. Gerard bolted down the stars ignoring his wounds. He halted at the entranceway of the hospital his eyes wide in disbelief. There was a bus that held the maternity patients of this hospital. It was encased in flames.
Bodies lay strewn around on the ground, well parts of them at least. Mangled forms were still burning amongst the wreckage. Gerard among with many other vampires stood in shock at the wreckage, unable to fathom what had caused this. And ear-piercing scream drew Gerard’s attention. He could see movement in the wreckage. A small fertile girl was trapped and the flames were growing closer and closer to her small body.
Without a thought Gerard ran forward, ignoring the screams of those around him. Pleading with him to stop that this was hopeless, that he was going to get himself killed, he ignored them all and dove head first into the flames. He climbed over the torn seats, slipping in the mountains of blood and flesh cacking the isle. Flames licked at his skin trying to devour him as he searched for that one sign of life amongst the dead. As he neared the end of the bus he could hear those whimpers. He dug through the discarded limbs and found the young girl. Her long black hair tangled around her and her bright blue eyes wide with fear. He gripped her arm and pulled her to him. Pulling his jacket around her to protect her from the flames. He pulled her to him picking her up into his arms. He glanced around for a way out but all he could see was red, red from the blood, and red from the flames trying to still him. He gripped her to his chest and marched forward. He would save her.
As he neared the entrance he noticed something and paused to look at it. There nestle in one of the seats was the remains of a pipe bomb. A growl sizzled out of his throat as he picked it up and charged through the flames; he ignored the chunks of his flesh that had been burned off. He walked over to the nurses and handed over the little girl. He gripped the wood in his hand tightly hearing it groan in protest. He looked back to the carnage before him. Many fertiles and their children had been killed. After this Gerard was sure of one thing.
The war had begun.
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THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL SOON!
“Frank I am so sorry” he cooed softly and stroked the unconscious fertile’s hair. He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. Every time he looked he seemed to have lost someone else dear to him. First he lost Frank, then he lost Mikey, and now he could loose Frank again only this time caused by his own stupidity. Tears ran down his face and he allowed his long black fringe to cloak his face.
The door behind Gerard open and he glanced back, he felt the rage fill the room and he just looked down. He heard the large footfalls before he even had a glance of Mr Sanders.
Before he had time to react to the door being thrown open, a large hand wrapped around his throat and slammed him into the wall. He looked dead into those black eyes no fear in his own, just sadness as the tears continued to fall freely. He noticed that Mrs Sanders was gripping the large Dom’s arm trying to get him to release Gerard.
“ Oh Gerard do you know what I am going to do to you” he hissed his fangs elongating as his grip around Gerard’s throat tightened cutting off all source of air.
“D-do what you want, I d-deserve all of it” Gerard choked out from his windpipe being crushed under the vice like grip of the large Dom before him. He saw the Dom falter slightly from his words.
“ Don't try and talk your way out of this one,” The enraged Dom hissed. His grip tightening, Gerard felt all of his air being cut off. He looked brokenly at the large Dom the tears still running down his face. He barely had time to register the pain when that large curled fist came into contact with his ribcage, making and horrid crack resonate around the room. Then that boot hit into his ribs once he had hit the ground. Blood trickled out of the corner of Gerard’s mouth as he just lay there and took everything not even trying to raise his hand to stop it.
“MATTHEW SANDERS LEAVE HIM ALONE” Gerard heard echo through out the room before a warm body lay over his protecting it and the blows stoped coming.
“Zacky move” the Dom hissed to his wife.
“ No you are going to kill him”
“HE HURT FRANK”
“HE DIDN'T MEAN TO” silence filled the room after that as Gerard continued to lay there completely motionless. He felt soft hands wrap around his arm and pull him into a sitting position. He let out a hiss of pain from the movement but other than gave no sign of life within him. He was broken, he needed Mikey, he needed Frank.
“Gerard honey look at me” Mrs Sander’s cooed softly. He brought his eyes up to meet those green ones. He saw the kindness hidden behind him, and glancing around the room he noticed the Mr Sanders was sulking by Frank’s bedside.
“ I never meant to..” Gerard muttered before he felt a finger silence him.
“I know you didn't you take care of Frankie better than anyone else could” Gerard heard Mr Sanders scoff from the other end of the room only to receive the world’s harshest glare from his wife.
“Look Gerard everything will be alright I can promise you that, Frank is fine the doctors told me he is just resting from his fall” Gerard let out a sigh of relief at the thought of being able to see those hazel eyes once again. Gerard smiled weakly and Frank’s mother.
“Thanks” he muttered
“Anytime love”. As soon as the words left Zacky’s mouth, there was a horrendous noise from outside. It was loud, and sounded like dynamite with screams entwined. Gerard bolted down the stars ignoring his wounds. He halted at the entranceway of the hospital his eyes wide in disbelief. There was a bus that held the maternity patients of this hospital. It was encased in flames.
Bodies lay strewn around on the ground, well parts of them at least. Mangled forms were still burning amongst the wreckage. Gerard among with many other vampires stood in shock at the wreckage, unable to fathom what had caused this. And ear-piercing scream drew Gerard’s attention. He could see movement in the wreckage. A small fertile girl was trapped and the flames were growing closer and closer to her small body.
Without a thought Gerard ran forward, ignoring the screams of those around him. Pleading with him to stop that this was hopeless, that he was going to get himself killed, he ignored them all and dove head first into the flames. He climbed over the torn seats, slipping in the mountains of blood and flesh cacking the isle. Flames licked at his skin trying to devour him as he searched for that one sign of life amongst the dead. As he neared the end of the bus he could hear those whimpers. He dug through the discarded limbs and found the young girl. Her long black hair tangled around her and her bright blue eyes wide with fear. He gripped her arm and pulled her to him. Pulling his jacket around her to protect her from the flames. He pulled her to him picking her up into his arms. He glanced around for a way out but all he could see was red, red from the blood, and red from the flames trying to still him. He gripped her to his chest and marched forward. He would save her.
As he neared the entrance he noticed something and paused to look at it. There nestle in one of the seats was the remains of a pipe bomb. A growl sizzled out of his throat as he picked it up and charged through the flames; he ignored the chunks of his flesh that had been burned off. He walked over to the nurses and handed over the little girl. He gripped the wood in his hand tightly hearing it groan in protest. He looked back to the carnage before him. Many fertiles and their children had been killed. After this Gerard was sure of one thing.
The war had begun.
.........................
THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL SOON!
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