Gerard

It had been nearly three weeks now since I had collapsed and I was now back to normal, just like I’d been before the fire. The whole vampire thing had helped with the healing process. If I’d been human I’d still be in bed with broken bones.

I couldn’t remember what had happened before I’d blacked out. I’d been trying, searching desperately through my whole memory, but there was nothing. Just a huge blank. I remembered the argument between Mikey and Frank and what Frank had told him. I’d seen my brother once throughout the whole three weeks I’d been healing and for barely more than five minutes. He was still angry at me and was refusing to speak to me. I didn’t know what had happened between him and Frank since they’d argued.

I’d seen very little of Frank either, but at least I knew why he hadn’t been around. He’d only been able to sneak in for brief visits when Eliza wasn’t there. I needed to speak to Eliza about Frank because there was no way I was just going to let her treat him like that.
Eliza had been unbearable and now that I was free and could walk around by myself again, I was avoiding her as much as possible.

Which was why I had hidden myself away in the library and locked the door.

I was currently reading through the mountain of papers and books my father had presented me with. I needed to read them before I was crowned King on my eighteenth. I read the words but they didn’t sink into my mind. I was dreading my ceremony and everything that came with it.
Marrying Eliza, becoming King, having to rule a nation filled with death and war. But once I was King, I could change it all, couldn’t I? I could unite with the wolves and the ghosts, set the humans free...

It was all so ideal and perfect and easy in my head, but in reality, I was scared I wouldn’t even come close to what I wanted. All I could think of was war and death and an endless reign of cruelty and slavery.

I was petrified. What if I was overthrown, killed by the very people who were supposed to support me?

“You won’t be killed Gerard.”

My head snapped up, my eyes wide with fear. In front of me Emily was lounging on the huge couch opposite me, her hands resting behind her head as she stared up at the book that was floating in the air near to her face, the pages turning on their own.

“I’m putting a bell on you,” I mumbled, sinking down in my chair and glaring at her. “A little hello would be nice now again.”

“Hmm,” was all she said, still staring intently at the book.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes tiredly. “What’s up now?”

“Just thought I’d drop in on you,” she replied, lazily turning her head and giving me a small smile. “See how my favourite vampire prince is.”

“I’m a wreck,” I muttered, running my hands through my messy hair. “I’m paranoid Emily. I’m so worked up about becoming King and what’s going to happen and just... I don’t want to do this.”

“Then don’t,” she told me flatly, sitting up and flicking a hand at the book, sending it floating back to the table. “Don’t become King.”

“I don’t have a choice Emily, it’s all already been decided. My father threatened to kill Frank if I didn’t go through with it and told me he’d have me declared as clinically insane if I did anything he didn’t approve of,” I groaned. “He told me Mikey would be made King if I didn’t agree to do this.”

“And that’s all that’s stopping you?” she asked, sounding un-impressed and bored.

“All that’s stopping me?!” I spluttered. “Did you just listen to anything I said?”

She rolled her eyes, standing up in one fluid motion, her feet lifting off of the floor. I watched her as she began to float over to me, her hands on her hips, staring down at me through narrowed, harsh eyes.

“You, Gerard,” she began, “have more power over this situation than you realise. You’re over reacting and stressing over about nothing. What if I told you about all the support that’s behind you?”

“What?” I asked, blinking in confusion. “Emily, the entire world thinks I’m wrong in the head because I disagree with the humans being slaves, nobody listens to what I say! Do you honestly think I’m going to get to make choices when I’m crowned? The Royal Officials will be making decisions behind my back without telling me, keeping me in the dark about everything!”

She shook her head. “What did I tell you the first time I met you?”

I pulled a face, looking away. “How am I supposed to remember? I was ten years old Emily!”

“When I met you Gerard, you were a frustrated little boy who nobody listened to. You had such big ideas and opinions for someone your age and you knew exactly what was right and wrong, but you were so angry because you were ignored,” she told me, her voice softening.

“And it looks like nothing has changed nearly eight years later,” I spat.

“No!” she sighed in annoyance. “Tell me what I said to you Gerard! What did I say to you when you told me all about getting pushed aside and ignored?”

“You said... I don’t know, you said something about not giving up, because people would listen eventually-”

“Exactly! I told you to raise you voice every single time they tried to shut your mouth!”

(Oh hey! That just happens to be one of the lyrics from Sing! How about that?! What coincidence that Emily would say that!)

“But Emily, that never worked! Everyone just kept ignoring me and thinking there was something up with me!”

“Gerard, you have so little faith in yourself,” she sighed softly. “People did listen Gerard. You kept your ideas strong and didn’t let them beat you. There are more people than you know who support you, who believe in everything you say!”

I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help myself. I received a punch in the arm from Emily and a sour glare.

“Shut up! I’m trying to help you and you’re laughing at me!” she yelled at me angrily. “Gerard, there are so many people who are on your side!”

“Oh yeah? Like who?” I snorted.

“Every ghost out there is talking about how you’re going to be the one to lead them through a revolution,” she said gently. “It’s all anyone is talking about. They’ve all been speaking about how they’re willing to fight for you. And you have the support of the wolves Gerard. They’re willing to do whatever it takes to see this through. And there are even vampires out there who agree with you! They’re just too terrified to speak out in fear of getting arrested and killed for treason!”

“I don’t believe for one minute there’s a single vampire who agrees with me,” I muttered under my breath. “They all want me out of the way.”

She opened her mouth but then stopped, her eyes flickering to the door. “I have to go. We’ll speak again soon.”

“What? Why are you leaving?” I asked grabbing her arm as she turned from me.

She just smirked at me, looking me up and down. “Have fun.”

Then she vanished from thin air and I was grasping onto nothing, finding myself alone again. I sighed in frustration as a quiet, shy knock came from the door.

I paused, frowning. “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Frank,” he replied. “Can I come in?”

I bolted to the door, unlocking it and throwing back, smiling breathlessly. “Hey.”

He blinked and smiled back at me, looking a little wary. “Hi.”

“Um, come in,” I told him, stepping aside and letting him in to the library. “Sit down, do you want anything?”

“No thanks,” he said quietly, not meeting my eyes as he lowered himself down on to the couch.
I came and sat down next to him, studying him. “Something’s wrong.”

He looked over at me sharply. “What? Why would you think that?”

I frowned. “You’re being weird.”

I brushed his hair aside, finding a large purple bruise flowering on his temple. “What’s this?”

He reached up, wincing when I pressed my fingers against the bruise. His hand curled around my fingers, lowering it from his head and holding it on his lap, playing with my long fingers.

“It’s a bruise,” he answered.

I rolled my eyes, grinning. “Obviously. How did you get it?”

“Oh... I just... I fell hit my head,” he mumbled, not meeting my eyes and focusing on linking our fingers together.

“Frank, you’re a really bad liar,” I smiled softly. “Just tell me what happ-”

I was cut off by a pair of lips pressing against mine softly. I made a surprised sound in the back of my throat, pushing Frank back.

“Frank,” I struggled, “no. Don’t do this to me again, I can’t-”

“G-Gerard please,” he whispered thickly, his throat thick with tears, his eyes swimming and shining.

He moved forwards and I couldn’t help myself from taking him into my arms. “Frank, what is it? Please just tell me.”

He swallowed, his fingers pressing against my chest, playing with the buttons on my shirt. “I just miss you so much Gerard. You don’t know how much it hurts.”

My heart was melting and I caught his chin, making him look up at me. “I’m sorry.”

“Please,” he murmured, stroking his hands through my hair, looking so beautiful I just wanted to keep him forever. “Please Gerard, just... kiss me again.”

I complied immediately, our mouths moving against each other gently with underlying urgency and want. I pulled him closer to me so that his legs fitted around me, wrapping around my hips. My fingers snaked up the back of his shirt, exploring his soft skin. His own hands began to ease the buttons on my shirt open and I did nothing to stop him.

Whilst he worked at ridding me of my shirt, I kissed every inch of his face, realising how much I missed him too. I kissed his forehead and his temples, lingering on the bruise, mouthing down along his cheeks and moving up to press small kisses to his eyelids and down his nose, his mouth again and his jaw.

My shirt dropped on the floor and his arms constricted around me tightly, splaying his palms out flat against my back, sliding over my shoulder blades and around to my ribs and my chest. I stood up whilst he was still attached to me, holding him close as I moved us off of the couch and lowered him down on to the floor in front of the blazing fire.

At some point his shirt was removed and discarded somewhere behind me. I moved down to kiss all over his chest, savouring the way he arched up beneath me and let out small gasps. My teeth grazed over his hips, biting softly and smoothing over the skin with my tongue, working my way down to remove his jeans.

Once they were gone, my own jeans soon followed until every item of clothing had been removed and tossed aside. I pulled back to let my eyes take in every part of his body. I stroked over his skin, craving contact, skimming my palms over his body. He was thin, but not as bad as he had been when he’d arrived at the palace. His muscles were just nicely toned and defined and his skin was a constant flowing plane of creamy, ivory skin, a canvas of flesh decorated with scars, some of them horrific and some barely noticeable, but there all the same.

I pulled him up, staring in to his beautiful heavy lidded eyes and trailing my fingers over his cheeks and his parted lips.

“Are you sure?” I panted, trying to regain my breath. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Gerard, I love you,” he replied heavily. “Of course I want you. I need you.”

“I love you too,” I told him. “So much.”

He linked his arms together behind my neck and pulled me back down, kissing me firmly again as I grasped his leg, moving it to wrap around my hip as he followed suit, crossing his ankles together behind me.

“Do you need me to prep you?” I asked, feverishly kissing his throat.

“No,” he breathed. “Don’t ask Gee, just... just do whatever you want to me.”

I stroked his hip and kissed him again as I lined myself up, slowly entering him, pressing in as gently as I could. He groaned against my mouth, his nails scraping down my back as I sank in to his deep, tight warmth.

“Shit,” I moaned against his neck. “God, Frankie, so fucking good.”

He bit his lip, his fangs piercing the skin and making his crimson blood trickle down his chin, breathing heavily. He pulled my head down towards his chin and I slowly moved my tongue over his blood, beginning to thrust in to him slowly. He threw his head back, gasping.

“Want you to-oh fuck, Gee, so fucking amazing- want you to bite me,” he rasped, his face contorting with pleasure. “I need more-just... God, I want more Gee.”

His hips rolled up to met mine and the tip of my tongue pressed against the centre of his chest and travelled up between his collar bones to his neck and round to the side, where his smooth, pale skin bore various scars, all of them nearly the same apart from the few that were wider and further apart. Vampire skin doesn’t scar, but it looked like Frank’s skin would always bear the scars he’d had as a human.

“You’re sure you want-”I began but he cut me off, his fingers snaking through my hair.

“Gerard,” he groaned. “If you don’t bite me right now, I swear to God, I’ll-”

“OK, OK, calm down,” I giggled, nuzzling the crook of his neck, still thrusting in and out of him.

I kissed over the scattered scars on his neck before parting my lips letting my fangs slide into his skin like a knife through butter. Shocked gasps spilled from his mouth, his hips erratically jerking up in to mine in response. I moaned at the taste of his blood, feeling it smearing across my cheeks and my chin, gripping his shoulders desperately.

Desperate, keening whines filled my ears as we moved together and the scent and taste of his blood and skin filled my senses completely. I drew away from his throat to meet his eyes, his hands sliding through my hair and bringing me in for a raw, open mouthed kiss.

“I want you to bite me too,” I whispered breathlessly in his ear, groaning when he bucked his hips up to meet my thrusts, sinking forever further in to his deep warmth.

The next thing I knew I could feel the tips of his sharp fangs grazing over my neck before sinking in, causing me to groan and choke of my breath, my fingers curling tightly in to the skin on his hips. I could feel myself getting closer and the sensation of blood spilling hotly in to Frank’s mouth was only speeding it up. It felt like nothing else and was indescribable. It was strange, but in the best way possible, the feeling of the sharp sting in my throat, Frank’s lips pressed so firmly against my skin, blood seeping and flowing into his mouth.

“Frank,” I gasped, my face contorting from the pleasure, my voice heavy and breathless. “I can’t-oh God, Jesus Frank, so fucking close.”

He pulled away from my neck, his eyes swimming with hazy passion, face painted with dark, dripping scarlet. “Come with me.”

I just groaned into his neck, everything frantic and fast. Frank came, writhing and squirming beneath me, his head tipped back and mouth hanging open, choked noises coming from him. The sight of him sent me over the edge, losing hold of everything and coming with a string of curses and moans.

We both lay in sweaty pile of pale, tangled limbs, gasping for breath and clinging on to each other. My hands stroked through his hair, pushing it back from his face, my eyes staring straight in to his. His own hands simply just held my face, his lips hesitantly meeting mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I broke away, smiling gently.

“I love you,” I whispered. “I love you so much.”

He returned the smile. “I love you too Gee. Forever.”

“Forever,” I agreed, slipping out of him and rolling on to my side, felling utterly blissful and content and just...complete.

“Come here,” I whispered, pulling him in to my arms.

He wriggled over, fitting perfectly in to my embrace and sighing happily. I drifted to sleep to the sound of our quiet breathing and the sensation of fingers gently combing through my hair.