Blood Donor
Chapter 17
I bring my glove encased fingertip to my nose and sniff the powder that coats it. It isn’t very strong, as far as I can tell. Next I press it gently to the flesh of my arm. It burns, and I can smell the skin rejecting the substance. But it’s not as strong as it should be. I’m completely able to handle the pain.
“Fuck, Gerard, what are you doing? You’re gonna kill yourself.” Frank says, coming into the kitchen.
I shrug, “Not quite. Your silver powder is diluted. You need some new stuff.”
“And why are you so concerned with my weapons supply?”
I look at him, “I can’t be around all the time, Frank. I need to know you can protect yourself without me there. God, if I lost you…” I shake my head. I don’t know what I’d do. It probably wouldn’t be pretty.
He sighs, “Gerard, aren’t you overreacting?”
“No, Frank. Bert won’t give up. He’s a fucking tweaker for crying out loud! So I need to know that you can kill any beast that comes along. Just…Promise me, okay?”
“Yeah, fine. I got a couple friends who are hunters by profession. I can probably bum a couple daggers and some powder off them.”
I nod, “Good. And Frankie, if Mikey shows up again I want you to detain him. Leave the killing for me.”
He gets a really sorrowful expression on his face. I can tell a lecture is coming, “Are you sure you want to do that? He’s your brother, Gee, and…”
“No!” I cut him off, “I already told you, that monster is not my brother. I’m going to kill him. End of story.”
Frank shakes his head and exits the kitchen. I go back to work with my assessments of his weapons. It really was a pitiful supply. He has a very nice rifle, but only one small box of ammunition. And I’m not even positive they’re silver. Whoever sold them to him was obviously a con artist. I shake my head and move to the living room where Frank is settled on the couch watching a movie. I sit next to him and wrap my arms around his waist, laying my head on his shoulder.
“Whatcha watching?”
He shrugs, “I’m not really paying attention. It’s just background noise for my thoughts.”
“And what are you thinking about?”
“Everything. Nothing. I can’t really focus on that either.”
I sigh, “I know how you feel. I think we need a night to relax…How about I take you to dinner?”
He raises an eyebrow, “Gerard, you don’t eat.”
“Sure I do.” I kiss his neck, “But this is more to have a nice night than to get food.”
He squirms at the touch of my lips and giggles, “Fine. Casual or fancy?”
“You pick.”
He thinks for a second, “Well, there’s a really great Chinese buffet a few miles away. Can we go there?”
“Of course. Go change out of your pajamas.”
He looks down as if he hadn’t realized he was still in them. I don’t blame him; it’s been a pretty slow, lazy day. For him anyway. I haven’t rested at all, too busy worrying. But such is the life of a vampire…At least one that’s in love with a human. Funny. In old horror movies you never saw that theme. Vampires were always fearsome and unable to change. Lucky me to be the one to break the statistic.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Somewhere during my inner thoughts Frank went and got dressed. And he looks really good. His outfit isn’t special, but damn does he make it look sexy. A tight fitting black hoodie and skinny jeans with a pair of worn out converse. Plus he’s added just a bit of eyeliner. It’s pretty much to die for…If I wasn’t already dead, that is.
I stand and pull him into a long, slow kiss, “Frankie, you look good enough to eat.”
He giggles, “Well, you’ll have to wait for that. I don’t want to be light headed at the restaurant.”
“I didn’t mean literally, Frankie. I’m not even slightly thirsty,” I sling an arm around his shoulder and begin walking to the door.
Frank drives, seeing as he’s the one who knows where we’re going. Once we’re there, a very amazing night begins. It mostly consists of Frank stuffing his face, but we also get into easy conversation. We spend the night just enjoying ourselves, laughing, and growing even closer to each other. At one point Frank just sits smiling at me. I raise an eyebrow.
“What?”
“This is our first date.”
And he’s right. As strange as it may seem, this is our first date. I can’t believe I’ve been living with him for so long and never took him out. I’m the worst boyfriend in the world. I grab his hand under the table.
“Shoulda come sooner, huh?”
He shakes his head, “Nah. We both have had a lot going on. Besides, this is perfect.”
Perfect. Yeah, that’s a good word for it. A perfect first date, with my perfect boyfriend. The night has turned into exactly what it was intended for: a distraction from all outside problems. It’s just him and me and nothing else matters. And soon we’re headed out the door. And then we’re home and collapsing onto the bed in a fit of giggles. I’m not even sure what’s so funny, but then we’re kissing and it doesn’t matter.
Frank rolls himself on top of me and his actions become very heated. Soon we’re both shirtless, clutching onto each other as if we’ll die if we let go. We’re both extremely aroused. I want him so bad. I flip us over and begin kissing down his neck. His neck. The place where all his excited blood is flowing. Suddenly I’m overcome with thirst. Thirst for this blood. Only Frankie’s. I don’t think before sinking my fangs in and taking a nice, deep gulp. His heart is pumping so fast, sending the wonderful liquid straight into my mouth.
It’s only when I feel him weaken that I realize just what I’m doing. I leap away, off the bed and to the other side of the room. Frank is still smiling, and I can’t understand why.
“Fuck, Gee, you said you weren’t thirsty. You gotta start being vocal about that.”
I shake my head, “I wasn’t thirsty, Frank, I…I don’t know what just happened.”
He shrugs, “Oh well, get back here. I’m not finished with you.”
The look he has is so tantalizing. But it would be so irresponsible for me to go over there, “Frank, I can’t. I just lost control. It’s not a good idea.”
He frowns slightly, “But…”
“No. It’s not happening.”
A few moments pass before he sighs, “Fine. I’m sleepy anyway.”
And with that he lays his head down. Moments later I hear his breaths even out. Good, he needs to recover. I go over and seal the marks on his neck. I want to join him in bed, but I’m too freaked out to sleep. I end up pacing the house, worrying even more. Here I am spending all this time making sure Frank is able to protect himself, but what if I’m the one he needs protection from?
“Fuck, Gerard, what are you doing? You’re gonna kill yourself.” Frank says, coming into the kitchen.
I shrug, “Not quite. Your silver powder is diluted. You need some new stuff.”
“And why are you so concerned with my weapons supply?”
I look at him, “I can’t be around all the time, Frank. I need to know you can protect yourself without me there. God, if I lost you…” I shake my head. I don’t know what I’d do. It probably wouldn’t be pretty.
He sighs, “Gerard, aren’t you overreacting?”
“No, Frank. Bert won’t give up. He’s a fucking tweaker for crying out loud! So I need to know that you can kill any beast that comes along. Just…Promise me, okay?”
“Yeah, fine. I got a couple friends who are hunters by profession. I can probably bum a couple daggers and some powder off them.”
I nod, “Good. And Frankie, if Mikey shows up again I want you to detain him. Leave the killing for me.”
He gets a really sorrowful expression on his face. I can tell a lecture is coming, “Are you sure you want to do that? He’s your brother, Gee, and…”
“No!” I cut him off, “I already told you, that monster is not my brother. I’m going to kill him. End of story.”
Frank shakes his head and exits the kitchen. I go back to work with my assessments of his weapons. It really was a pitiful supply. He has a very nice rifle, but only one small box of ammunition. And I’m not even positive they’re silver. Whoever sold them to him was obviously a con artist. I shake my head and move to the living room where Frank is settled on the couch watching a movie. I sit next to him and wrap my arms around his waist, laying my head on his shoulder.
“Whatcha watching?”
He shrugs, “I’m not really paying attention. It’s just background noise for my thoughts.”
“And what are you thinking about?”
“Everything. Nothing. I can’t really focus on that either.”
I sigh, “I know how you feel. I think we need a night to relax…How about I take you to dinner?”
He raises an eyebrow, “Gerard, you don’t eat.”
“Sure I do.” I kiss his neck, “But this is more to have a nice night than to get food.”
He squirms at the touch of my lips and giggles, “Fine. Casual or fancy?”
“You pick.”
He thinks for a second, “Well, there’s a really great Chinese buffet a few miles away. Can we go there?”
“Of course. Go change out of your pajamas.”
He looks down as if he hadn’t realized he was still in them. I don’t blame him; it’s been a pretty slow, lazy day. For him anyway. I haven’t rested at all, too busy worrying. But such is the life of a vampire…At least one that’s in love with a human. Funny. In old horror movies you never saw that theme. Vampires were always fearsome and unable to change. Lucky me to be the one to break the statistic.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Somewhere during my inner thoughts Frank went and got dressed. And he looks really good. His outfit isn’t special, but damn does he make it look sexy. A tight fitting black hoodie and skinny jeans with a pair of worn out converse. Plus he’s added just a bit of eyeliner. It’s pretty much to die for…If I wasn’t already dead, that is.
I stand and pull him into a long, slow kiss, “Frankie, you look good enough to eat.”
He giggles, “Well, you’ll have to wait for that. I don’t want to be light headed at the restaurant.”
“I didn’t mean literally, Frankie. I’m not even slightly thirsty,” I sling an arm around his shoulder and begin walking to the door.
Frank drives, seeing as he’s the one who knows where we’re going. Once we’re there, a very amazing night begins. It mostly consists of Frank stuffing his face, but we also get into easy conversation. We spend the night just enjoying ourselves, laughing, and growing even closer to each other. At one point Frank just sits smiling at me. I raise an eyebrow.
“What?”
“This is our first date.”
And he’s right. As strange as it may seem, this is our first date. I can’t believe I’ve been living with him for so long and never took him out. I’m the worst boyfriend in the world. I grab his hand under the table.
“Shoulda come sooner, huh?”
He shakes his head, “Nah. We both have had a lot going on. Besides, this is perfect.”
Perfect. Yeah, that’s a good word for it. A perfect first date, with my perfect boyfriend. The night has turned into exactly what it was intended for: a distraction from all outside problems. It’s just him and me and nothing else matters. And soon we’re headed out the door. And then we’re home and collapsing onto the bed in a fit of giggles. I’m not even sure what’s so funny, but then we’re kissing and it doesn’t matter.
Frank rolls himself on top of me and his actions become very heated. Soon we’re both shirtless, clutching onto each other as if we’ll die if we let go. We’re both extremely aroused. I want him so bad. I flip us over and begin kissing down his neck. His neck. The place where all his excited blood is flowing. Suddenly I’m overcome with thirst. Thirst for this blood. Only Frankie’s. I don’t think before sinking my fangs in and taking a nice, deep gulp. His heart is pumping so fast, sending the wonderful liquid straight into my mouth.
It’s only when I feel him weaken that I realize just what I’m doing. I leap away, off the bed and to the other side of the room. Frank is still smiling, and I can’t understand why.
“Fuck, Gee, you said you weren’t thirsty. You gotta start being vocal about that.”
I shake my head, “I wasn’t thirsty, Frank, I…I don’t know what just happened.”
He shrugs, “Oh well, get back here. I’m not finished with you.”
The look he has is so tantalizing. But it would be so irresponsible for me to go over there, “Frank, I can’t. I just lost control. It’s not a good idea.”
He frowns slightly, “But…”
“No. It’s not happening.”
A few moments pass before he sighs, “Fine. I’m sleepy anyway.”
And with that he lays his head down. Moments later I hear his breaths even out. Good, he needs to recover. I go over and seal the marks on his neck. I want to join him in bed, but I’m too freaked out to sleep. I end up pacing the house, worrying even more. Here I am spending all this time making sure Frank is able to protect himself, but what if I’m the one he needs protection from?
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