Gerard P.O.V

He was as naked as he would ever be in front of me, grudgingly I came to terms with that. He faced me still, so I had to cope with seeing his angelic little face. He felt relieved that I was there, I knew that this way I could keep him from doing something stupid.

"Won't Mikey wonder where you are?" He asked innocently, scrunching his eyes.

"He doesn't care what I do, as long as I don't kill a man." I waved his question off, knowing full well that we've already killed more people than America's most notorious serial killers combined. We're pros, we never get caught.

"If that's your plan for tonight then go for it." He said sarcastically, sticking his scarred wrist out from under his blanket. I frowned, however much I desired to drink from him, I wouldn't allow myself; I could hear his blood trickling through his veins.

"Why did you do that?" I asked him, the frown refusing to vacate my face.

"What?" He asked obliviously, twisting his wrist from side to side to show that, to him, there was nothing there. To me, everything was there. All of his emotions- the negative ones of course. All of the hate, and the damage, and the sadness. I hated it, I hated that he had ever gotten that way.

"That." I pointed to it. He immediately tucked his arm away, hiding what he knew that he shouldn't have shown me.
"They aren't fresh, are they?" I added, hoping to the powers that be that they weren't.

"No, they're from before you came here. I told myself that I had to stop when you took me back to your house that night. The one where I had almost gotten beaten senseless by Max." He admitted honestly, and I was glad that I had partially done something to save him from hurting.

"So you stopped, because of me?"

"Well, you have an excellent face. I believed that I may have had a chance with you." He smiled weakly, the last of the light glinting in his warm eyes. I chuckled, scratching the back of my neck nervously.

"What can I say? It is true." I winked at him. He squirmed in his bed, probably cringing over his little teenage crush. To be honest, he was my teenage crush. But I couldn't bring myself to date him, not because I didn't want to- because I was afraid that I'd hurt him. I feed myself very well, but if I forget at least once, I go a little psychopathic. I get weird- even Mikey gets scared of me. If I wasn't careful, I'd end up draining the whole town. I've done that before.

"It is true." Frank sighed, looking forlorn.

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We spent the few short minutes before Frank fell asleep, just sitting in silence. My work there was done, he had gone to sleep- without being drunk.
To spare him the harassment of his mother in the morning, I decided on leaving. I stood up quietly, creeping over to the window. It was open still, the light breeze scratching at my pale skin. He grabbed my arm, squeezing until his knuckles turned white.

"Please don't leave me, Gee." He whispered sleepily, refusing to let go of my arm. I stopped for a moment, staring out of the window. I wasn't hungry, technically I didn't have to leave. He would be safe.
I nodded, sitting down on the edge of his bed. The springs stuck in my legs, but I didn't mind.
He never let go of my hand, holding it against his face.
I stared into the darkness as he slept. My mind was spinning. I loved Frank, but I didn't know what would happen if I messed up. One slip-up could mean his death. I wouldn't be able to cope with myself if anything happened to him.

I must have dozed off, because a rushed knock on Frank's door woke me. My neck was aching from sleeping upright, one of Frank's eyes lazily peeled open. He mouthed 'ignore her' at me, before his eye shut again. I stared at the ground, awaiting another knock.

"Frankie, you need to get up. You'll be late for school. I can't have you skipping again." It was his mother, her fake warm voice burning my ears. Frank huffed loudly, growling.

"Minute." He shouted, rolling over, letting go of my hand. I stood up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I stretched my arms, my neck cracking. Frank rolled out of bed, staggering to the door. He opened it, muttered something to his mother, then swiftly returned.

"She doesn't know that you're here. But it'll be funny when her face scrunches up." He laughed with a yawn.
He pulled the same black jeans on- after making me cover my eyes.

"You know, this is insulting to me. That you don't trust me to judge your body." I said sarcastically, covering my sly smile so that he couldn't see.

"Shut up. Prick." He chuckled, giving me the 'all clear'.

"That's no way to speak to your beloved." I pouted, pretending that I was upset by his harsh words. He mimicked me, making me follow him out of the room, right into the wrath of his mother.
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Song Of The Chapter- Mama by My Chemical Romance

A.N
So, I only have one exam left! I have survived, and then I'll have two weeks of pure Netflix binge, along with pure updates and *new story ideas* (all thanks to the Great British education system ;) ) My entire week has consisted of Jeremy Kyle episodes and revision. Anyway, I hope that you enjoyed the update, and I apologise if it's awful xD