Kiss The Morning Sky Goodbye

[b]Gerard's POV[/b]

“Can you speak, human? Or are you just too dumb?” The boy asked as he looked at me with one of his eyebrows raised. I gulped and nodded as I tried to speak, but as I opened my mouth to do so, nothing but pathetic squeaks and whimpers escaped my lips. He chuckled and shook his head. “Great..another ''intellectual”. Franklin said as he used the air quotes.

I cleared my throat, gaining the attention of the two vampires. “I...I can s-speak.” Franklin rolled his eyes as he shifted his weight onto his other foot. “I just uhm...i was always taught that humans are not to speak in the presence of vampires, unless directed to do so b-by the master.” I said as I looked down at my shuffling feet once again.

“And...” He then walked over to me to where he was just inches away from me. “Who do you think your master is...Gerard? Hmm?” I gulped as I looked up at Frank Sr. who just simply stared back down at me, with no emotion at all written across his face. “Anyone in this house is your, as you say, master. Whatever we say goes. If I tell you to kiss my ass, you better pucker up sweetheart. And for the love of all that is fucking holy, my name is Frank, not 'Franklin'.” He said as he growled in my face, but moving his eyes up to meet his fathers'

“Franklin! That's enough!” I jumped as a loud growl erupted from Frank Sr.'s throat. “You will take Gerard and show him the rest of the house, and show him where he'll be sleeping. And I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth!” His voice boomed as he walked off into another room, leaving me and Frank alone. Joy...

I gulped as Frank let out a low growl, his hands balling into fists as he turned around. “Great!” He rolled his eyes before throwing his hands up into the air. “I'm stuck babysitting the human. Fuck!” He said, nearly screaming as he looked up at me. “I don't know why he has me show you around the house, it's not like you don't have feet and can't do it yourself.” I continued looking down at the floor, not really knowing what to say, or if I should say anything at all. “Well..come on...and keep up because I sure as hell am [i]not[/i] coming to look after you if you get lost!”

I nodded and quickly began following him as he walked up the spiral staircase, still keeping enough distance to where I wasn't crowding him. Once we reached the top of the steps my eyes widened as another room, just as grand as the foyer. One of the walls..well..wasn't a wall at all. It was just one huge window that overlooked the front yard and gate. A small chaise was situated next to the window with a small table that had a stack of very old looking books on it.

“Hey!” I jumped and turned around, seeing a very angry looking Frank standing in the entrance to, what I assumed was another grand room. “I said keep up!” I nodded and looked down as I followed him into the room. “Well..this..as you can see is the library.” I looked up and around to see floor to ceiling bookshelves completely filled with books, looking much like the ones that were stacked on the table outside.

Frank walked over to a particular shelf that held a large, old looking book. He carefully pulled it out and set it on a stand next to him and flipped it open. “This is a book that contains the name of every royal Vampire family since the beginning of the race, not that it's important to you.. I just find it pretty amazing to see my name written down in this book.” He said as his fingers traced over one of the pages. “I suppose since you're going to be living here, you can read some of these.” He said with a scoff. “But if I see your grubby human hands anywhere near my personal shelf, I'll rip your hands off and make you eat them. Understand?” I gulped, rather loudly, and nodded. “Good. Now, follow me to the next room.”


I bowed slightly as he passed me, then quickly followed him back out into the hallway. He quickly opened the adjacent door and walked in. My jaw fell slack as I took in the room. On every wall, from floor to ceiling, hung numerous paintings. Some I recognized, done by famous artist, some original I've never seen before. “My father did most of these. He has...an appreciation for art, especially the ones made from blood. Like this one, for example.” He said gesturing to a painting that depicted a wolf howling to the moon. The color was a really deep red, if not brown. Definitely blood. “The...others contributed to most of these.” He said with a slight chuckle.

“One more room I [i]have[/i] to show you...” He said as he pushed past me and into the next room over.

“This..is the music room..” My eyes widened, and my jaw fell slack as I looked at all of the numerous instruments hanging on the walls, and being propped up on pedestals and stands. Guitars, violins, cellos, drums, pianos, bassoons, only to name a few. “And this...this is my baby.” He said as he picked up a pearl white Les Paul.

He quickly pulled the strap over his neck and sat down in the chair next to him and began playing. At first, it was a simple melody, one that he seemed to make up on his own. Soon..it turned to a different song, one that I knew. “Hey..i know that song, it's....it's..” My eyes widened and my words got stuck in my throat as he set his guitar down and walked over to me. “What did I fucking say about not speaking unless spoken to?! He then raised his hand and struck me across the face as hard as he could.

I immediately threw my head to the side and fell to the floor as blood dripped down to my chin. “You stupid, filthy human! Can't even fucking follow directions!” I covered my mouth and nose with my hand as he raised his hand to me, and struck me again, knocking my hand away from my face. He then kicked me hard in the stomach. I instantly wrapped my arms around my stomach as doubled over in pain.

“Get the fuck up!” He yelled at me as he kicked me yet again. Fearing even more beatings, I stood up rather quickly, bent over a little from the pain. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and practically drug me out of the room and down the hall to yet another door. He quickly opened it with one hand and shoved me inside. “Sleep tight, fucker.” He said before slamming the door in my face, sounds of a locking mechanism could be heard afterward, followed by heavy footsteps.

I coughed as I turned around and slid down the door, collapsing form all the pain I was feeling. I strained to keep my eyes open as I looked around the very small room..or, for lack of better words, ,closet. Directly in front of me was a small cot, one pillow, and a blanket. Also a little table with a small lamp that had no light bulb was right next to the bed. I whimpered as I pulled myself onto the cot with what little strength I had.

Tears began falling down my cheeks as I turned around and pulled the blanket over my head. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was the smiling face of Mikey and my mother. I began crying even harder, when the realization of never being able to see them again finally set in. Home sweet fucking home.

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