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Chapter Nineteen: Tainted Lips
~GERARD’S P.O.V~
I awoke the next day, in pure joy.
Revenge was already tainting my lips.
I stood up, rubbing my eyes.
My familiar room came into vision-
I yawned.
It was dawn, out guests would be arrive soon.
I ran my finger up my chest, towards my neck.
I smirked.
Frankie..
I held out my right arm, observing the healing process.
It had begun to scab.
“F-R-A-N-K-I-E” I spelt his name, running my index finger over each letter.
I loved the feeling or raw meat-
The rough texture, of the wound healing.
It made me feel human again.
Knock; knock
I lifted my head towards the door. It opened slightly as an old woman peeped her head in. She smiled towards me, she turned her head whispering something on the lines of “he’s awake.”
I sighted.
“Sir, Miss Lauren sent us. We have your clothes-”
“Ahh, yes. Come in.” I interrupted.
I grinned. My voice was still soft and sore.
The young woman entered, followed by two female children. 14, and 12 I guessed.
I smiled warmly, as they both held onto there mothers arms.
“Hello there.” I muttered, smiling warmly towards the children.
The one aged 14, had long brunet hair that reached her elbows-
A short fringe, with bright blue eyes.
“What’s your name?” I asked, joyfully.
The elder woman, looked towards me and curiosity.
‘Why in gods name is he so happy?’ She thought.
I smirked to myself.
“Jenna, sire.” She whispered shyly.
I chuckled. “Well, hello Jena. My names Gerard.”
She waved once to me, as I moved my gaze upon her sister I guess.
Pausing suddenly.
That girl wasn’t Jean’s sister..
She was a human.
She had no vampire blood in her whatsoever.
Jean on the other hand, was a vampire.
My eyes widened. “No!” I snapped, turning towards the old woman.
He eyes dropped. “I’m sorry sir, your father said it would be better—The younger the sweeter the bl-”
“I will never drink from an infant!” I shouted, throwing the sheets of my body.
The old woman pushed the young, 12 year old girl forward.
She was a slim girl, abnormally pail for a human.
Her hair long and straight, brushed to perfection.
I bit my lip.
The old hag wasn’t giving me a choice.
She would slit her throat and make me feed—
The feeling of sadness overwhelmed me.
This was the young girl’s fate.
Either way, she was going to die.
I narrowed my eyes. “You have no heart.” I spat, looking towards the old woman.
I gestured for the 12 year old girl to come to me.
She obeyed, I lay her on my lay stroking her cheek.
“What is your name?” I asked.
The young girls eyes began to water, the smell of tears caused me to shudder.
“H-Helena.” She whispered.
I smiled widely. “That’s a beautiful name.”
She bit her lip nervously, as the tears ran down her cheek.
“Are you afraid of dying?” I asked suddenly.
I felt the old hags eyed, glare at me.
The young girl named Helena, nodded.
I hushed her, wiping her tears away.
“Helena, death should never be feared. It’s a natural thing, we all must learn to live with it.”
I hushed her once more, as she sulked lightly.
“B-But were will I go?” She asked.
I smiled. “Heaven. And a man named God will look after you, he will allow you to live in his sanctuary.”
Regret filled my heart, followed by sorrow.
I shouldn’t be filling her heart with high hopes.
Heaven? What a load of horse crap.
There was no Heaven.
Helena smiled.
My heart sank, she had believed it.
I forced myself to chuckle. “Scared now?” I asked.
She shook her head childishly, rather exited about dying now.
“Okay. On the count of 3, I want you to close your eyes. And before you know it, you’ll be in heaven.” I smiled, as she shut her eyes.
“1.. 2..”
I paused, bring her neck to my lips. “3.”
I bit down, quick—
The venom of my fangs had paralyzed her.
The warm liquid, of that delicious substance filled my mouth.
My lips throbbed against her soft flesh as I suck harder.
Drinking, more and more.
Until finally her heart began to pump, slower and slower.
It had stopped, I licked my lips as I pulled away.
I bit my lip, turning to face the old hag.
“Oh god.. p-please take her away.” I whispered, my voice broke.
The young girl’s face, had turned slightly grey.
He smile still wide, and unfading.
..She had died happy.
The tears came.
No one should ever had to die period.
--
The old woman, had departed with the child’s body thrown over her shoulder carelessly.
She had brought me, a large bowl of steaming water and a towel.
Beside that, my clean clothes.
I walked toward the bowl of water, dipping my fingers in.
The warmth send, vibrations down my spine.
I washed my face, and ran the wet towel across my chest wiping away the excess dried blood.
Once I had finished, I began to wrap my right arm, hiding the scars.
“Good.” I mumbled to myself.
I lifted the clothes I would wear to the party, holding onto the edge of the bed for support.
How the fuck was I going to walk there?
When I could barely stand.
I sighted loudly, mumbling “whatever.. fuck it.”
I slipped into my long, black long sleeved buttoned up t-shirt, Appling a blood red tie.
I smirked lightly, undoing the first button allowing the hickie’s to be reviled.
‘Ahh Mikey.’ I thought to myself, rubbing my finger over the healing bit wound.
I put my black, tight pants on—including a black jumper, with the designs of bats and skulls.
I smiled, as I observed my reflection in the mirror.
I ran my hand through my hair, scuffing it up.
I dug deep into, my old dirty jeans pulling out the eyeliner, I applied it.
Smirking at my reflection.
Fuck yeah, I look smoking hot!
I laughed once to myself.
Knock. Knock.
I shot my head towards the door, as Lauren peeked her head it. She smiled widely.
“Well, don’t you look hot. “ She joked.
I chuckled.
“Ohh, this is from your father..” She mumbled.
I grinned as she had left a long wooden box, I sighted deeply as I opened it.
“A walking stick!?” I snapped.
Lauren laughed. “Its pretty awesome actually.”
I grinned, touching the smooth wood.
I lifted it, a 1 center meter long wooden stick, with a silver school at the top.
I wrapped my hand around the skull, placing the wooden stick on the floor.
“I guess.. It’ll have to do.” I mumbled.
Lauren nodded. “It doesn’t even look like one.” She smiled once before leaving.
I bit my lip, as I dug through my draws fining a small green bottle. I applied the colon, smiling as the unique smells passed through me.
I walked towards my bedroom door.
“Let the party began..” I laughed, as I made my way up the stares slowly.
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Sorry it wasnt best chap guys.
=SS
Im like so tired. Ahahas.
Nex chapter will be, woah hella go0od.
I promise.
x]
~GERARD’S P.O.V~
I awoke the next day, in pure joy.
Revenge was already tainting my lips.
I stood up, rubbing my eyes.
My familiar room came into vision-
I yawned.
It was dawn, out guests would be arrive soon.
I ran my finger up my chest, towards my neck.
I smirked.
Frankie..
I held out my right arm, observing the healing process.
It had begun to scab.
“F-R-A-N-K-I-E” I spelt his name, running my index finger over each letter.
I loved the feeling or raw meat-
The rough texture, of the wound healing.
It made me feel human again.
Knock; knock
I lifted my head towards the door. It opened slightly as an old woman peeped her head in. She smiled towards me, she turned her head whispering something on the lines of “he’s awake.”
I sighted.
“Sir, Miss Lauren sent us. We have your clothes-”
“Ahh, yes. Come in.” I interrupted.
I grinned. My voice was still soft and sore.
The young woman entered, followed by two female children. 14, and 12 I guessed.
I smiled warmly, as they both held onto there mothers arms.
“Hello there.” I muttered, smiling warmly towards the children.
The one aged 14, had long brunet hair that reached her elbows-
A short fringe, with bright blue eyes.
“What’s your name?” I asked, joyfully.
The elder woman, looked towards me and curiosity.
‘Why in gods name is he so happy?’ She thought.
I smirked to myself.
“Jenna, sire.” She whispered shyly.
I chuckled. “Well, hello Jena. My names Gerard.”
She waved once to me, as I moved my gaze upon her sister I guess.
Pausing suddenly.
That girl wasn’t Jean’s sister..
She was a human.
She had no vampire blood in her whatsoever.
Jean on the other hand, was a vampire.
My eyes widened. “No!” I snapped, turning towards the old woman.
He eyes dropped. “I’m sorry sir, your father said it would be better—The younger the sweeter the bl-”
“I will never drink from an infant!” I shouted, throwing the sheets of my body.
The old woman pushed the young, 12 year old girl forward.
She was a slim girl, abnormally pail for a human.
Her hair long and straight, brushed to perfection.
I bit my lip.
The old hag wasn’t giving me a choice.
She would slit her throat and make me feed—
The feeling of sadness overwhelmed me.
This was the young girl’s fate.
Either way, she was going to die.
I narrowed my eyes. “You have no heart.” I spat, looking towards the old woman.
I gestured for the 12 year old girl to come to me.
She obeyed, I lay her on my lay stroking her cheek.
“What is your name?” I asked.
The young girls eyes began to water, the smell of tears caused me to shudder.
“H-Helena.” She whispered.
I smiled widely. “That’s a beautiful name.”
She bit her lip nervously, as the tears ran down her cheek.
“Are you afraid of dying?” I asked suddenly.
I felt the old hags eyed, glare at me.
The young girl named Helena, nodded.
I hushed her, wiping her tears away.
“Helena, death should never be feared. It’s a natural thing, we all must learn to live with it.”
I hushed her once more, as she sulked lightly.
“B-But were will I go?” She asked.
I smiled. “Heaven. And a man named God will look after you, he will allow you to live in his sanctuary.”
Regret filled my heart, followed by sorrow.
I shouldn’t be filling her heart with high hopes.
Heaven? What a load of horse crap.
There was no Heaven.
Helena smiled.
My heart sank, she had believed it.
I forced myself to chuckle. “Scared now?” I asked.
She shook her head childishly, rather exited about dying now.
“Okay. On the count of 3, I want you to close your eyes. And before you know it, you’ll be in heaven.” I smiled, as she shut her eyes.
“1.. 2..”
I paused, bring her neck to my lips. “3.”
I bit down, quick—
The venom of my fangs had paralyzed her.
The warm liquid, of that delicious substance filled my mouth.
My lips throbbed against her soft flesh as I suck harder.
Drinking, more and more.
Until finally her heart began to pump, slower and slower.
It had stopped, I licked my lips as I pulled away.
I bit my lip, turning to face the old hag.
“Oh god.. p-please take her away.” I whispered, my voice broke.
The young girl’s face, had turned slightly grey.
He smile still wide, and unfading.
..She had died happy.
The tears came.
No one should ever had to die period.
--
The old woman, had departed with the child’s body thrown over her shoulder carelessly.
She had brought me, a large bowl of steaming water and a towel.
Beside that, my clean clothes.
I walked toward the bowl of water, dipping my fingers in.
The warmth send, vibrations down my spine.
I washed my face, and ran the wet towel across my chest wiping away the excess dried blood.
Once I had finished, I began to wrap my right arm, hiding the scars.
“Good.” I mumbled to myself.
I lifted the clothes I would wear to the party, holding onto the edge of the bed for support.
How the fuck was I going to walk there?
When I could barely stand.
I sighted loudly, mumbling “whatever.. fuck it.”
I slipped into my long, black long sleeved buttoned up t-shirt, Appling a blood red tie.
I smirked lightly, undoing the first button allowing the hickie’s to be reviled.
‘Ahh Mikey.’ I thought to myself, rubbing my finger over the healing bit wound.
I put my black, tight pants on—including a black jumper, with the designs of bats and skulls.
I smiled, as I observed my reflection in the mirror.
I ran my hand through my hair, scuffing it up.
I dug deep into, my old dirty jeans pulling out the eyeliner, I applied it.
Smirking at my reflection.
Fuck yeah, I look smoking hot!
I laughed once to myself.
Knock. Knock.
I shot my head towards the door, as Lauren peeked her head it. She smiled widely.
“Well, don’t you look hot. “ She joked.
I chuckled.
“Ohh, this is from your father..” She mumbled.
I grinned as she had left a long wooden box, I sighted deeply as I opened it.
“A walking stick!?” I snapped.
Lauren laughed. “Its pretty awesome actually.”
I grinned, touching the smooth wood.
I lifted it, a 1 center meter long wooden stick, with a silver school at the top.
I wrapped my hand around the skull, placing the wooden stick on the floor.
“I guess.. It’ll have to do.” I mumbled.
Lauren nodded. “It doesn’t even look like one.” She smiled once before leaving.
I bit my lip, as I dug through my draws fining a small green bottle. I applied the colon, smiling as the unique smells passed through me.
I walked towards my bedroom door.
“Let the party began..” I laughed, as I made my way up the stares slowly.
-----------------------
Sorry it wasnt best chap guys.
=SS
Im like so tired. Ahahas.
Nex chapter will be, woah hella go0od.
I promise.
x]
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