Frank P.O.V

I felt like however much heat passed over my frozen skin would never bring the natural human warmth back. I felt unnatural, and betrayed. He had gone against my wishes, before I even knew of his secret. One half of me blamed him for doing this to me, that part wanted the situation correcting right away. The other half knew that he had been lonely for an incredibly long time. Nobody to understand him, nobody to feel emotionally oppressed like us. I wanted him to know that I didn't hate him, but that first half of my mind refused to let that happen. I hoped that he could read it somewhere, in the other half of my mind.

I watched the flames attack each other, my body fighting his venom to warm up. For now, it had succeeded, and I felt comfortable. The goosebumps had gone, yet we were still sitting in complete silence. I swivelled around on my ass, my legs still crossed. He was still staring at me, eyes pouring with guilt. I tried to catch his attention, yet all that they offered were emotionless pits of jet black.

"Gee, please talk to me?" I begged, the only thing between us was an old coffee table. His legs were tucked underneath him, his elbow on the arm of the couch. His fingers traced the outline of his lips, as his eyes met mine.

"You hate me." The animalistic tone from the night that he had saved me made an appearance, but I wasn't scared this time. I knew that he wouldn't hurt me, all that he wanted to do was help. I should've been appreciative, but me changing into a vampire like him was a major deal. Although, I certainly had no problems with spending an eternity with him.

"I don't hate you. I'll never hate you. I'm just, scared. And I can't help feeling that way. I'm not used to being like you, you've had centuries to get used to it." I stepped over the coffee table, sitting down on it. I reached for his hand, it was as if it was the weight of a massive boulder, and it was unresponsive to me tracing circles in the palm of it.

"I'm not entirely sure if I'm okay with what's happening to me, but I know that you don't want to bite me again. I can see it in your face Gee. Even if it means getting Mikey to do it, I'm sure that he wouldn't mind. He's your brother, and he'd do anything for you." I was getting through to him, I just didn't know it. I genuinely felt it. After the seconds turned to minutes, and he had mulled it over in his head, his marble fingers curled around mine.

"He'll take the venom out. I can't watch you turn into what I am, I'm a monster and I won't allow it. We can grow- you can grow old with me. I'll always be by your side, and I'll never leave you. I promise." He leaned forwards, placing both of his hands on my cheeks, pulling me into a long, meaningful kiss that I had been waiting for.
                                    ~>•<~

It felt good that we had sort of come to an agreement. It also felt good that I would be returning back to normal very soon, it was for the best. He was fast asleep, his arm reaching over to keep me plastered to his chest. I loved it when he did that, it made me feel safe. I moved a little, him groaning in his sleep, pulling me closer. He had me in a death-grip, I wouldn't be moving again anytime soon. His stomach didn't rise and fall as mine did, it was a shame that I couldn't hear his body work. It was like listening to emptiness, like a vacuum in space. Sooner or later his emptiness began to lull me to sleep.

"Frankie?" He whispered into my ear after a short while. I groaned, making sure that he knew that I was listening.

"You know when we get back, and we change you again, what should we do? I mean, we can't exactly tell anybody." His brain had already gone into overdrive, overthinking things immediately. My brain was full of ideas, but my lips were asleep- all that I could manage was a noise.

"Nuhuh." My eyes were threatening to close, but his grip shocked a little bit of energy back into me. My back arched voluntarily, his hand was pressed into the bottom of my back.
"I turn eighteen soon, I'll be able to leave my mother. Escape from her, run away maybe." I mumbled into the sheets, drool falling from my mouth. He turned me to face him, his finger swiped the drool from my cheek, wiping it on the pillow.

"We could stay here, afterwards I mean. It's away from people, and it gets really warm in the summer-" He started to list things that would make me want to stay, but I already wanted to. I climbed on top of him, resting my head in the centre of his chest.

"It'll be perfect." I nuzzled into his chest, my cheek still damp from drooling like an idiot. Even in the dark of the room, I knew that he was smiling.
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Song Of The Chapter- Satellite by All Time Low

A.N
Almost at the end and I'm not sure how to feeeeellllll!!! I'm literally running out of crap to say in these things, but I have one piece of advice. Go and experience Onision, his horrible sarcasm may just bring a smile to your face XD