Gerard P.O.V

After Mikey had gotten rid of our guests in the lounge -who were helping their 'tipsy' young friend down the front steps, I sank down into the couch. I was exhausted from feeding, all that I wanted to do was sleep. But Mikey wouldn't allow it, he was desperate to talk.

"How are things with you and Frank?" He was sitting opposite to me, hands firmly clasped together. His eyes implored me to answer, I opened my mouth,

"Good, I guess." I yawned, stretching my arms. He pulled a face at me, knowing that I hadn't told Frank about my blood drinking- and I didn't want to, because I was too afraid of loosing him.

"You're not going to lose him Gee, don't be so stupid. He loves you with all of his heart, and he won't care about you needing to drink blood." He said exasperatedly. I glared at him, what a stupid thing to say. Everybody would care if the person that they loved had to kill people, bring people close to death, to sustain their own life. It's a selfish act, but if I wanted to stay alive I had to partake in such an evil deed.

"Come on, Mikey I kill people to save myself. I'm sure that he'd have some sort of objection to that." I scoffed, folding my arms like an upset child.

"I'm just saying that he accepts you for who you are, just like you accept him for who he is. That's all that I'm trying to tell you Gee, you need to stop punishing yourself." He sighed, realising that he was fighting a loosing battle. He had decided to leave me to myself. Now that he had gone, I didn't feel as tired. I didn't know what to do with myself. Frank would most likely be asleep, I didn't want to disturb him.

"Oh, and by the way, Elena wants to see us soon. Maybe if you're less of a pussy you can bring Frank along." Mikey called to me from the top of the stairs. I growled, rolling my eyes.

"Ha, ha." I scowled at the stairs, stretching out on the couch. I heard him chuckle before closing his bedroom door. He'd be chatting up another girl, no doubt.
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I watched the shadows of the rain on the windows slide down the vivid maroon wallpaper. My eyes followed the little raindrops until the darkness from the room swallowed them whole. It was passing the time, I couldn't help but wonder about Frank.
I wanted to be near him, but I knew that if I was too clingy then there was that possibility that he'd get fed up and leave. That couldn't happen.

I was thinking about our future- as corny as that sounded. I couldn't see him as a vampire, his heartbeat was too pleasant for me to listen to. But then there was always that risk that I'd go mad from hunger, ruining everything. I'd probably forget who he was, then the animalistic instincts would surge through me. I'd kill him. I knew that, and I wouldn't be able to control myself.
As there's not really a successful way of killing me, I'd be forced to live out the rest of eternity with the reality that I had killed the only person that I had truly loved.

I wanted to see him, not caring whether he was awake to appreciate my company or not. I pulled on my black trench coat, adjusting the collar so that it wouldn't itch as I walked.
Closing the door quietly, I hoped that Mikey hadn't heard me leave, because I knew that he'd be stood at the window tutting at me.
I made my way into his backyard, staring at his dark window. He didn't seem to be awake, but I didn't care. I gripped onto the wall, pulling myself up. I slid the window up, hoisting myself inside. It wasn't a gracious act, but I didn't care. I didn't care- because Frank wasn't there. I sat on the edge of his bed, my head in my hands. I had failed him, I had failed myself. There was no doubt where he'd be- drinking his life away in one of those mouldy bars.

I opened his bedroom door, listening to the bickering from his mother and stepfather. Maybe that's what drove him away. I wanted to bring it to their attention, because he was much too fragile to just dismiss. I crept down the stairs, the frail wood creaking underneath my boots. They stopped arguing.

"What the hell are-" His mother began, I held up my hand to silence her.

"In case you two hadn't realised, Frank isn't in his room. Given the past circumstances, we all know where he may have gone. And I know that deep down in your mind you want to find him." My face twitched with rage. How dare she do this to Frank, he didn't need this. He didn't need the both of them. She opened her mouth to stutter, attempting to spew an argument at me, instead she hung her head in shame.

"I'll check the forest. You check every single bar in this fucking town. Am I understood?" I growled like a rabid animal, Frank's parents nodded hurriedly. They almost ran from the room, leaving the door wide open for me to begin my search.
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Song Of The Chapter- Semi-Automatic by Twenty One Pilots

A.N
Over the past few days I've really turned into Tøp trash, and I've even dug out my old shirt my dad got from them for me (he's got a wicked job) and I may start a new story v v soon, but I'm kinda undecided yet (: