Frank P.O.V

I felt like I had dreamt a huge burning sensation surging throughout my body. I felt weak and groggy, not feeling the need to move. I opened one of my eyes lazily, seeing Gerard's head. He had hold of my hand, his fingers wrapped around mine tightly. My hand flinched, Gerard awoke immediately. His cheeks were stained, from tears no doubt. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, managing to display a weak smile.

"Morning." I said, my voice croaky. Gerard turned around, facing me.

"Are you okay? You don't hurt anymore, right?" His question was rushed, both from concern and from guilt. Either way, whatever happened to me wasn't his fault. I was sad that he believed that.

"I'm fine. I just feel a little weak." I said, examining my arm that I knew that I had broken. I could move it freely without any pain. I frowned, I could have sworn that I had felt and heard the bones snap inside my body.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently, his hand squeezing mine a little tighter.

"I thought that I had broken my arm. I felt it, last night. I felt the burning from it."

"I-I fixed you. That's why it doesn't hurt, well, that's why it shouldn't hurt." He said, his face resting on my hand. Mine twisted into a confused look. What did he mean 'I fixed you'? It was my understanding that Gerard A. Was not a doctor of any kind, and he B. Was not capable of doing so.
He sighed, looking down towards the floor. He had something to tell me, but he was too scared to say it.

"Have you got something to tell me?" I raised an eyebrow, looking at him in a parental way. He looked up, confirming my suspicion. He didn't want to, but he knew that he had to.

"I've got something to tell you. And you have to promise not to leave me," he stopped, staring so deeply into my eyes that I had to say yes. He read my blank expression as a definitive yes,
"It's not necessarily a good secret, but anyway. I'm not really who I say I am, in the sense that I'm not alive. I died, a few centuries ago- in battle, Mikey too. We were both on the brink of dying, when a old woman appeared by our side. She took us in, and changed us into what we are." He wasn't getting to the point, but I wasn't completely believing his story. You can't possibly have died centuries ago and be sat there, holding my hand.

"To cut things short, I'm a vampire. I kill people to keep myself alive. I drink their blood and I-I almost killed Max yesterday when he attacked you. I swear, if you weren't there I would've torn him limb from limb." He was sobbing, and had let go of my hand. He must've felt like I was suddenly going to get up and run away from him. He covered his eyes, ashamed of looking at me. I swung my legs over the edge of the couch, they didn't ache as much as last night. I rested my head in the palms of my hands, my elbows digging into my knees. He was still crying, not noticing that I was staring at him.

A few moments passed before he looked up to see that I was still there, watching him. Not leaving him as he had feared. He frowned at me with his tear-stained face. His cheeks were red, eyes still watery.

"Why aren't you running?" He asked, completely dumbfounded from my will to stay with him.

"Because, Gerard. I love you and I don't care about what you are. You love me, and I know that you'll never hurt me. And I want to thank you for rescuing me, also for not murdering somebody in front of me. That's the one thing that I don't agree with." I brushed his soggy fringe from his eyes, revealing the hazel-brown eyes that I loved. They weren't red, he had brought himself back from the fiery red pits that had consumed him. His hunger.

"You do?" He asked, sniffling into his t-shirt.

"You make me want to go on, Gerard. I feel like I can live forever when you're with me, making me feel appreciated. Loved. So, I really don't care what you are. Or what you do, as long as you promise me that you won't hurt me. That's all I ask." I said, holding his head between my hands, he had stopped crying.

"So you're not going to try and impale me with a stake or something?" He asked with childlike naivety. I chuckled, placing a warm kiss on his stone cold forehead.

"No, I won't impale you Gerard. I promise." I laid back down on the sofa, he crawled on top of me. He placed his head directly over my heart, I stroked his head to comfort him. His old tears had dampened my shirt, but I was glad to know that he felt a little more at peace. I had handled the whole situation with a little less emotion than most people would. It was the same way that people would go to understanding parents 'Hey, I'm gay', and then they'd say that they knew all along because they were their parents. That's how I wished my mother would've acted- beggars can't be choosers.
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Song Of The Chapter- You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison by My Chemical Romance

A.N
I watched Stephen King's It and I was a lil inspired to write a new story, yet again I'm also terrified that some demon clown bish is gonna climb out from under my bed saying beep beep XD don't forget to vote and comment because I really appreciate it :3