Gerard P.O.V

I was breathing heavily, I wasn't sorry for what I had done to Max. Not at all. I had broken his arm, I hoped that he would die alone and in pain. Just like they way he had intended for my Frankie; but then there'd be a whole investigation, and I'd have to leave.

"I'm sorry Frank." I said through my teeth, my eyes red. Not from crying, the anger kind of red. I scooped him up into my arms, his broken arm tucked close to his body, the other dangling down by my side. I held back my tears, sniffling as I carried him away. Before we left the clearing, I kicked Max. I kicked him so hard that it brought him back to consciousness. The strong smell of his blood tried to lure me into killing him, ending him with the click of my finger. But I had Frank in my arms; he was every bit the distraction that I needed.

I kicked open the front door to my house, Mikey was sat in the lounge. Hands pressed together in the shape of a gun, he was thinking.

"Mikey, you've got to help me fix him. Please." I was trying not to sob uncontrollably, he was so lifeless in my arms.

"What happened?" He stood up quickly, staring at me with the deepest concern. I sniffled, insisting that I had no idea. I knew almost exactly what had happened, but I didn't really want to talk about. All that I really cared about was fixing Frank, because it devastated me to see him that way. His breathing was raspy, possibly due to a punctured lung from broken ribs.

"Gerard, I think you're going to have to do it. He's in a lot of pain, and he may not survive it. He'll choke on his own blood." Mikey sighed, he looked me sternly in the eye.
I shook my head, I didn't want to. I didn't want to hurt him anymore. It burned, it would burn him like hell.

"Even if it's just a little bit. Enough to heal him. Not enough to turn him, because I know that's not what you want to do."

"I don't want to Mikey. It'll hurt him." I rested my head on his chest. He was lying lifelessly on the couch, the only movement that he offered was the rise and fall of his chest. Even that wasn't strenuous.

"He's dying. If that's what you want. If you don't do it, I will. Because I don't want you to be unhappy, and miserable for the rest of eternity. Because I have to live with you." He was being serious, and he wasn't giving me any other options. I had no other options.
A single tear rolled down my cheek, I wiped it away with my wrist.

"Hold him down for me. Please?" I asked him, sniffling uncontrollably. Mikey nodded, stepping over the coffee table. He told me that he'd let me know when to stop, because I knew that it'd be difficult if I tasted even a drop of his blood. I may not have been able to stop myself from drinking.
I held his wrist up to the light, it was pale, scarred. Mikey gave me the all clear.

"Venom only." Mikey reminded me, before I pressed his wrist to my mouth. My eyes were still red, and were even more so as soon as I punctured his skin. He didn't stir, until I released it. His eyes opened, and he began to scream. Mikey held down his flailing limbs, I cried even more. Mikey nodded, I pulled away. I held onto his wrist to prevent his blood from flowing everywhere.

Mikey left, leaving me alone with Frank. He had stopped screaming, but was breathing heavily. I took my hand away from where I had bitten him, two small puncture wounds met my eyes. They looked like two freckles, but they were colder than the rest of his skin. It wouldn't take long for my venom to fix him. His bones would most likely be fixed by tomorrow, after that I'd tell his mother. The stupid woman was one of the main triggers, if she wasn't lucky I'd be drinking from her next.

I sat by his side, my hand holding his. I felt guilty, guilty for causing him more pain than necessary. If it wasn't for him being there, I would've destroyed Max. I would've torn him limb from limb, then drained him dry. But I couldn't have done it whilst Frank was lying helplessly on the ground. Earth in his hair, eyes swollen, bones broken.
He wasn't moving, but I heard his breathing. I heard his heart beating, the blood rushing through his veins. My venom was doing its 'magic', fixing him as I planned. I didn't want to leave him, but I was incredibly tired. I didn't want to sleep on the floor, however I was scared that something bad would happen if I did leave him alone. I didn't want to disturb him, he was sleeping so peacefully. He looked so adorable, and I felt like I loved him even more. I knew that I'd have to have a stern talk with him as soon as he woke up.
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Song Of The Chapter- Ode To Sleep by Twenty One Pilots

A.N
I'm excited to start a new story, because I've recently become addicted to writing ideas xD I'm really indecisive when it comes to what story I'll start next