Gerard P.O.V

My cheeks itched from my crying, and from Frank's t-shirt combined. I listened to the sound of his heartbeat, it was soothing and helped to calm me down. The steady rise and fall of his chest helped too, I was surprised that I hadn't fallen asleep sooner. His hands curled around strands of my hair as I stared into the shadows. Mikey hadn't made an appearance, I had just assumed that he had left Frank and I alone for a while; for me to cry.

"How did it feel to turn?" Frank asked, his chest raised, like he had sighed. In complete honesty, it was one of those many moments in my life that I had managed to block out. It wasn't one that I wanted to relive.

"I think that it was one of the most painful experiences of my life, from what I care to remember. It was like something was burning my insides out. But I'm grateful for Elena saving us, she's one of my heroes, I guess." I rubbed my face against his chest, drying the last of the tears, dampening his t-shirt more and more.

"Who's Elena?" He asked, stroking my head gently. I was finding it hard not to fall asleep, but I was determined to answer any questions that he had- he deserved that for not freaking out.

"The closest that I have to a mom, she's the one that turned me." I yawned, trying very hard not to fall asleep. Frank chuckled, his heartbeat getting faster.

"Go to sleep Gee, I won't judge you." His stomach growled, I felt it against my face.

"No, because you're hungry. And, because I'm a great guy, I'll make you something. If you don't eat it Frankie I'll be offended." I bit his chest through his shirt, he giggled. I wanted to pin him down, kiss him, thank him for calming me down. For loving me just as much as I loved him, but I was saving that for much later. I didn't want to pressure him into doing anything too quickly- however fast that I wanted to go.

"Why do you cook when you don't even eat what you make?" He sat down at the breakfast bar, drumming his pale fingers on the countertop. I stopped, turning with a blank, yet sarcastic stare.

"One doesn't have to taste the food to appreciate it, I can smell it you know." My hand flocked to my hip, a bowl in the other. Frank raised an eyebrow in disbelief, I playfully shook my head at him.
I gave him the best bowl of cereal, with added love from the depths of my heart. I stood opposite him, head resting in the palms of my hands.

"Did you tell my mom that you found me? Because I know that she'll pretend to care that I had disappeared for more than an hour." He said, a spoon balancing between his lips. He had finished, so I took the spoon from his mouth.

"I think that Mikey went, and I can assure you, I made them both care that you weren't in your room. Trust me." I left the dirty dishes in the sink, taking my place back in front of him. I loved to stare into his hazel eyes, reading his emotions was like reading a good book. They interested me more than anything that I had ever known.

"Did you climb into my room again?" He laughed heartily, finding humour in my concern. He set me off too; his laugh was contagious.

"Hey, at least I show concern. I don't like it when my boytoy goes missing."

"Wow, I'm your 'boytoy' now?"

"I'm about four centuries old, respect your elders." I tapped his nose with my finger, him threatening to bite it. I may have looked like a fresh-faced eighteen year old, but in reality I was older than his mom, his mom's mom, and his mom's mom's mom- that's old, very very old. I cupped his cheek with my hand, his warm skin singeing the marble-cold of my own.

"Your skin's soft for a teenager." I rubbed my finger across the back of his hand.
Before he could open his mouth to make a backhanded comment about me, I held my finger up to remind him to 'respect his elders'. He barred his teeth at me. However much I wanted to remind him that mine were one hundred and ten percent better than his, I decided to scowl instead.

"You look so cute when you're mad." He teased, moving my hair from my eyes. I pouted, wanting to kiss him even more- I was fighting my emotions well, until now. I wanted to lean in, kiss him until I literally sucked all of the life out of him. But that was his decision, and I respected that he may not want to. I'd leave it to him, if we went any further, or if we stayed at the pace that I knew we were going.

"Stop it." I joked, I didn't like being labelled as cute. There's nothing cute about a soulless, blood-sucking vampire. There's everything cute about an insecure, struggling teenager like Frankie. He was beautiful, even though he didn't care to admit it, he brightened my day much more than anybody had ever done in an extremely long time.
I squeezed his cheek as he smiled.
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Song Of The Chapter- Fake Your Death by My Chemical Romance

A.N
The chapter's late because I've been having a few problems as of the past two days :/ and I'm kinda annoyed because I've not been bothered to write, I'm mad at myself ): ah well, enjoy the chapter end of story xD