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Chapter Twelve: Your mine. And ONLY mine.
~GERARD’S P.O.V~
I held Frankie’s hand, as Ellena wipes away his sweat.
1 hours had past since I had heard the violent, and painful scream of Frankie. I had found his naked body, tossed against the edge of the bath house. He turned and wined, yet objected to opening his eyes, no matter how much I shook him, he continued to yelled and cry.
“Frankie, it’ll be alright.” I whispered, as 3 maids cared for him.
He lay silent in slumber, in my bedroom.
I bit my lip nervously—I was aware of what happened.
I felt the small string that connected us as one, snap.
The small little string that made us heard each other’s thoughts…
The same little string that made us Eternal Mates.
I watched Frankie anxiously.
The burning star, imprinted on his chest caught my attention.
‘Mikey—WHY?’ I cursed my brother silently.
He- My brother. My own flesh and blood had stolen the one person I have ever truly loved.
But why?
“Gerard.” I turned my head, to find my father looking down upon me, sadness flushed through his eyes.
“H-Hi.” I mumbled, difficulty.
“How is he doing?”
I grinned, as sharp pains seeped through my body.
“He’s, ehh. He’s asleep. M-Mikey-”
“I know.” He interrupted.
“B-But why?” I snapped, harshly.
My father paused for a moment, taken aback.
“Don’t you dare blame Mikey. Y-Your filthy, backstabbing mate chose him!” He defended.
My chair had flow back, and I shot up. “LIAR!”
“Then why does Frankie have the blood star, scared upon him!?”
I paused.
He was right.
He was 100% right.
And I new it.
I new Frankie, had chosen Mikey.
He had sacrificed our Eternal Mate’s Ship, for him. For my brother.
And now—Mikey would rise. To reclaim his prize, to reclaim my beloved Frankie.
“Don’t make this hard on yourself Gerard.” My fathers voice came to a whisper.
I held in the tears that formed. “What’s going to happen?” I sulked.
“I- He. Mikey will rise 5 days from now, and Frankie will awaken when it is time.”
“Time?” I spat. “Time for what?”
“Frankie will wake up, when Mikey’s feet have touched this earth.” He whispered, as if they were forbidon words.
Tear’s drizzled from my eyes. “And then?”
I felt my father, moved awkwardly on the spot. “They will be together.”
I breathed heavily. “W-What if Fran-”
“He will Gerard, he will.”
I could has screamed.
I could had pierced my wrist with a dagger, and slashed it across my arm.
I couldn’t have died, in that split second.
Yet I didn’t I remained silent, as the tears dropped one by one down my cheeks.
Frankie was lost to me forever.
My brother would come to life once more.
And I, I wouldn’t have to leave.
I wouldn’t have to smile, for Frankie’s sake.
For Mikey’s sake.
I turned my back on my father, walking towards Frankie’s still, lethargic body.
I held in my cry’s of sadness.
Elena eyed me sadly, gesturing for the 2 women to leave Frankie side.
I kneeled beside Frankie’s bed.
My heard shattered into 1000 pieces.
My- MY, Frankie was no longer mine to call my own.
I bit my lip, drawing blood.
“H-He, c-can only drink m-my blood?” I stumbled on my words.
I felt my father nod. “I- I don’t know.” My fathers voice broke.
I sobbed, as I stroked Frankie, oh-so perfect cheek.
He’s face, paler than usual.
His lips, small and thing.
I wanted to reach out and kiss him.
To feel his racing chest under mine.
But never again was I to feel such pleasures.
“F-Frankie.” I sobbed harder. “I-I love you! And only you, until I turn t-to ash! FOREVER!” I screamed, embracing his body.
Elena held my father back, as he raced towards me about to pull me off. “He needs this.” I had heard her whispered.
I embraced him tightly.
I cried harder, rubbing my face deep into his neck.
I breathed his sent in deeply, running my hand up his chest. I stopped, tracing his newly imprinted scar. His flesh was hard and sore, as I ran my finger over it.
“F-f-Frankie..” I whispered, holding my tightly again.
I felt his chest, rise and drop, then rise and drop once more.
I moved my face towards him, stopping center meted from his lips.
“Until the end b-babe” I sobbed.
I pushed my lips gently against his, for the last time.
Pulling away after a moment-
My father walked to my side, helping me us as I stood straight with difficulty.
He led towards the door, holding me back as I suddenly turned about to race back at his side.
“FRANKIE!! FRRAAANNKKIIIEEE!” I yelled, as my father clenched my chest tightly pulling me out of the room, I screamed louder.
~GERARD’S P.O.V~
I held Frankie’s hand, as Ellena wipes away his sweat.
1 hours had past since I had heard the violent, and painful scream of Frankie. I had found his naked body, tossed against the edge of the bath house. He turned and wined, yet objected to opening his eyes, no matter how much I shook him, he continued to yelled and cry.
“Frankie, it’ll be alright.” I whispered, as 3 maids cared for him.
He lay silent in slumber, in my bedroom.
I bit my lip nervously—I was aware of what happened.
I felt the small string that connected us as one, snap.
The small little string that made us heard each other’s thoughts…
The same little string that made us Eternal Mates.
I watched Frankie anxiously.
The burning star, imprinted on his chest caught my attention.
‘Mikey—WHY?’ I cursed my brother silently.
He- My brother. My own flesh and blood had stolen the one person I have ever truly loved.
But why?
“Gerard.” I turned my head, to find my father looking down upon me, sadness flushed through his eyes.
“H-Hi.” I mumbled, difficulty.
“How is he doing?”
I grinned, as sharp pains seeped through my body.
“He’s, ehh. He’s asleep. M-Mikey-”
“I know.” He interrupted.
“B-But why?” I snapped, harshly.
My father paused for a moment, taken aback.
“Don’t you dare blame Mikey. Y-Your filthy, backstabbing mate chose him!” He defended.
My chair had flow back, and I shot up. “LIAR!”
“Then why does Frankie have the blood star, scared upon him!?”
I paused.
He was right.
He was 100% right.
And I new it.
I new Frankie, had chosen Mikey.
He had sacrificed our Eternal Mate’s Ship, for him. For my brother.
And now—Mikey would rise. To reclaim his prize, to reclaim my beloved Frankie.
“Don’t make this hard on yourself Gerard.” My fathers voice came to a whisper.
I held in the tears that formed. “What’s going to happen?” I sulked.
“I- He. Mikey will rise 5 days from now, and Frankie will awaken when it is time.”
“Time?” I spat. “Time for what?”
“Frankie will wake up, when Mikey’s feet have touched this earth.” He whispered, as if they were forbidon words.
Tear’s drizzled from my eyes. “And then?”
I felt my father, moved awkwardly on the spot. “They will be together.”
I breathed heavily. “W-What if Fran-”
“He will Gerard, he will.”
I could has screamed.
I could had pierced my wrist with a dagger, and slashed it across my arm.
I couldn’t have died, in that split second.
Yet I didn’t I remained silent, as the tears dropped one by one down my cheeks.
Frankie was lost to me forever.
My brother would come to life once more.
And I, I wouldn’t have to leave.
I wouldn’t have to smile, for Frankie’s sake.
For Mikey’s sake.
I turned my back on my father, walking towards Frankie’s still, lethargic body.
I held in my cry’s of sadness.
Elena eyed me sadly, gesturing for the 2 women to leave Frankie side.
I kneeled beside Frankie’s bed.
My heard shattered into 1000 pieces.
My- MY, Frankie was no longer mine to call my own.
I bit my lip, drawing blood.
“H-He, c-can only drink m-my blood?” I stumbled on my words.
I felt my father nod. “I- I don’t know.” My fathers voice broke.
I sobbed, as I stroked Frankie, oh-so perfect cheek.
He’s face, paler than usual.
His lips, small and thing.
I wanted to reach out and kiss him.
To feel his racing chest under mine.
But never again was I to feel such pleasures.
“F-Frankie.” I sobbed harder. “I-I love you! And only you, until I turn t-to ash! FOREVER!” I screamed, embracing his body.
Elena held my father back, as he raced towards me about to pull me off. “He needs this.” I had heard her whispered.
I embraced him tightly.
I cried harder, rubbing my face deep into his neck.
I breathed his sent in deeply, running my hand up his chest. I stopped, tracing his newly imprinted scar. His flesh was hard and sore, as I ran my finger over it.
“F-f-Frankie..” I whispered, holding my tightly again.
I felt his chest, rise and drop, then rise and drop once more.
I moved my face towards him, stopping center meted from his lips.
“Until the end b-babe” I sobbed.
I pushed my lips gently against his, for the last time.
Pulling away after a moment-
My father walked to my side, helping me us as I stood straight with difficulty.
He led towards the door, holding me back as I suddenly turned about to race back at his side.
“FRANKIE!! FRRAAANNKKIIIEEE!” I yelled, as my father clenched my chest tightly pulling me out of the room, I screamed louder.
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