Gerard P.O.V

I was blowing air over his skin, watching the goosebumps form on his marble-white skin. It was the same colour as mine now, and was just as cold. He was taking forever to come back to me; I was growing impatient, and extremely sad.

"Why does it take so long?" I whined, rolling my eyes, keeping them shut afterwards. Mikey sighed, I heard the couch groan as he turned towards me.

"You took longer than this, it's only been four hours. Elena was convinced that you were dead, before you sat up and tried to bite us. That's why we are currently holding your boyfriend down." He said sarcastically. He was telling me to be more patient, and I already knew that I had to. I had little to no recollection of what I was doing whilst trying to wake up. I was alone, in a coma-type state- just hoping that some sort of light would appear, even if it was from absolutely nowhere.

"Wouldn't want an accident." I said accidentally, but it seemed to be the right thing as Mikey began to nod. I held onto his arm, squeezing it, begging an imaginary God for a response from him. I missed him already, I wanted to hold him in my arms again.

"You'll have to teach him you know. He's going to want to drain the entire town, it'll be difficult, but you can distract him with the shit that we have to drink." He looked down, peeling back Frank's eyelids again. I half-expected his eyes to turn to him, and for him to sit up. But they were lifeless, and the pupils were still dilated.

I bet he's so scared, I thought to myself, feeling incredibly guilty. It was my fault- as usual. I would've been better off alone, away from anybody that could form any type of love for me. And anybody that I could form any type of love with. I was more than grateful for Frank, he was my saviour. I loved him more than I loved being alive, not this walking shell of an existence.

Don't be sorry. I frowned, looking at Mikey. He was concentrating on the particles of dust dancing in the last light from the sun before it set. I stared at him until he noticed.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Did you just talk?" I asked, in an accidentally accusatory tone. I didn't mean to, but I was freaking out. It couldn't have been Frank, could it?

"No, I was watching the dust. Why?" He asked, even more confused by the way that I was acting. I shrugged, imploring him to check Frank's eyes again. He pulled his eyelid; he was staring back at him. A growl resonated deep from inside his chest: his stomach. With nothing left for it to do, all that it could do was digest the blood that it needed. Mikey didn't even have to look at me to see the happiness and relief that had washed over me. Frank dug his nails into my arms.

"Calm down Frankie, it's just me." I hovered over his face, his eyes flitting from side to side in search of me. They stopped moving, the beautiful hazel now a deep, menacing red. Mikey didn't need a cue, he let go of Frank, running to the kitchen to find something for him to drink.
Frank was growling at me, digging his fingernails into me more and more, my blackened blood now dripping down my arms. I didn't care, I almost had my Frankie back with me. He needed blood, then he'd come back.

"Stop struggling, it's fine. You're okay." I pressed my free hand to his cheek, the cold matching in both of us now. No burn, just the smoothness of his complexion. That was one thing that I would surely miss; the way that he would squirm even if I lightly brushed his skin. It was pleasant to watch, and I loved what it did to him.
His growls grew deeper, more agitated.

Mikey was taking his damn time. He was warming it up a little so that it would feel real, not old blood that had been stored underground for a decade or more. I loved hunting, but Mikey insisted that a lot of people nowadays would definitely notice a missing person- especially because of new technology. Years ago, they just believed that they had gone off to war, or that they had gotten lost. Oh no- it was definitely one of us, drinking the life from their loved ones.
Frank was flailing his limbs, like a child in tantrum wishing that their parent would just let them go. If I let him go, he'd kill everybody. His mother, stepfather, definitely Max.

"Stop it." I scolded him, pointing in his face. He didn't try to bite me, instead his eyes begged me to let him go. I refused, imploring him to wait a few moments longer. That was all that he needed to do, but he was still resisting. Mikey came running back, the smell of iron filling the entire air around us. Frank stopped squirming, sitting up in complete and total silence. Mikey edged towards him, arm outstretched, Frank's eyes darted from me, to Mikey, then back to me.
Snatching the bottle from Mikey, I saw his teeth appear, shoving the neck of the bottle into his mouth. It trickled down his cheeks, staining his clothes and pretty much everything around him.

That was what a predator truly was. Something that was so hungry that it could wrench somebody's arm off. As long as it wasn't their own.
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Song Of The Chapter- Lost in Stereo by All Time Low

A.N
The end is almost nigh, and I hope that that little fact doesn't depress a lot of people XD I have an art piece to finish so I have no idea if there'll be another part today ): but, one can always hope.