Gerard P.O.V

The familiar smell of blood was overpowering- his blood. My teeth rubbed against my lips, digging into the pale skin. A distraction. I looked down at his face, he had fallen asleep. As much as I wanted to wake him, to gaze into his hazel eyes, I laid him down gently in the back of my car as he mumbled something incoherently. I had to clean up my mess. If there was anything that my brother had ever taught me, it was most definitely to clean up after a meal. Although feasting on them was another thing- they were notable members of the community. Somebody was bound to notice if they all suddenly disappeared. Especially all five of them. My stomach growled at me in protest as I picked one of them up, he was slowly coming round.

"Hey, hey you," I said, waving my pale hand in front of his face. His head lolled from side to side, until he remembered who I was. He opened his mouth to scream for the others, but I held up a finger to shush him. "Nothing happened, nothing that concerns me. You were in a fight with a large gang." I added, staring deeply into his eyes. I felt the gears in the deepest corners of his mind slow to a halt, taking in what I had to say. "Good boy." I taunted him, dropping him to the ground. He slowly got to his feet, and began to walk towards the street. I whistled at him using my fingers, "You've forgotten a few things." He turned on his heel, his mouth hanging wide open like a gaping wound, he slowly staggered back over to his friends. One had already stood up of his own accord, and was rubbing his head in a confused manner. I folded my arms, they all began to limp away out of the darkened alley. I could've made them hold hands until they got home; but that was too much degradation for one night.

I hastily made my way back to the car, he was lying completely still across the backseat. Somebody other than myself probably would've thought that he was dead, but I could hear his delicate heartbeat, struggling for survival.
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I carried him out of the car, up to my house. It was a Great Gatsby type of living situation. I had the lavish lifestyle, the riches and the 'excitement', whilst he lived in a small house next door with the peeling exterior. My brother was staring at me from the window of the lounge, shaking his head disapprovingly. I knew what he was going to say, as he was already at the porch steps telling me.

"Gerard, how many times do I have to tell you. Stop bringing inebriated men home." He tapped his foot impatiently.

"Oh, shut up." I hissed through my teeth, hoping that the boy in my arms wouldn't wake from his drunken dreams.

"You actually like this one, don't you?" He sniggered, his hands smoothing his blonde hair back and out of his face. I pulled an angry face, pushing past him, almost knocking him over. I set him down on the couch nearest the window, taking the throw from the back of it and draping it over him. Mikey appeared out of nowhere, peering over him as the boy laid there helplessly.

"So, you're not going to eat?" Mikey asked, his fingers holding the drunken boy's eyelids to reveal his hazel eyes as they stared dead ahead.

"Leave him Mikey." I batted his hand away, he looked taken aback. He held up his hands in surrender, leaving the room. I knelt down in front of the sleeping boy so that we were face to face. His eye twitched; I brushed his brown hair from his face, allowing me to stare at his beauty. I heard Mikey cough from afar, so I planted a kiss on the boy's warm cheek, sauntering into the kitchen. Mikey was sat on the counter, dangling his legs over the side, feet banging against the cupboard underneath. I stared at him; he raised his eyebrows and immediately stopped kicking. I noticed a green bottle in his hand, its label smudged by a dark brown liquid.

"That's mine," I pointed to it, my arm fully outstretched. Mikey shrugged, placing it back down, closer to me. "I did get it myself." I emphasised the great trouble that I went to just to get it. It had been lying around in the wine cellar underneath the kitchen, and I hadn't really had any special occasion to drink it yet.

"You always take the best ones." He protested with a sigh, as well as a dramatic roll of his eyes.

"Shut up." I said, reminding him how stupid he sounded. I had always shared everything with him. Even when we were kids- especially when we were kids. He rolled his eyes again, taking another green bottle from the fridge, as well as two glasses from the cupboard above his head.

"You have to learn to share, Gerard." He chuckled, placing a glass so close to me that my fingertips touched the base.

"Mikey, I get it means that I drink it. Maybe one day, when you get your own expensive food, you'll be saying the same thing to me." I smiled sarcastically. He stopped, I laughed, trying to control the volume so that I didn't wake the boy up.

"Shush, you'll wake your new toy boy up."

"Don't start." I pointed to him, my fingers pinching the cork in the neck of the green bottle. If only you could do that to people; it'd keep them around a little while longer.
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Song Of The Chapter- Hash Pipe by Weezer

A.N
LONG TIME NO UPDATE
A kid was singing the song in my Biology lesson so is been stuck in my head aaaaalll day long. It literally took me about fifteen minutes to write this, so please, please try to enjoy it XD even if that means pretending (: