Blood Donor
Chapter 18
A knock on the door wakes me from my sleep the next evening. I ended up laying down on the couch, still nervous about being too close to Frank. I groan as the loud noise rings out again. Who could possibly be visiting us? And why can’t they get the hint to go away?! After about the fifth pounding I get up and open the door. I’m met with the sight of two men clad all in leather. They’re both sporting some pretty impressive weapons. Which is to say that I almost shit myself when the blonde guy with a beard pins me to the wall with a silver rod.
“Whoa, Bob, what are you doing?!” I hear Frank’s alarmed voice as he rushes out of the bedroom, obviously roused by the noise.
The guy, Bob I guess, snorts, “No wonder you need those weapons, Frankie. You’ve got an infestation. I thought you were better than this.”
Frank grabs his arm, “Gerard is not an infestation! He’s the one that told me to get new weapons! Let him go and I’ll explain.”
“Let him go?!” the other guy, the one with the big hair, pipes up, “Are you crazy? He’ll kill us all!”
“Actually, I—” I begin, but the rod is shoved farther against my skin and I start to feel the burn. It causes me to flinch.
“Shut up, creep!”
Frank is now tugging at Bob’s arm, “Let him go, Bob! I’m not gonna let you kill my boyfriend!”
The two men gasp simultaneously and look at Frank like he’s grown a third eyeball. It’s actually pretty comical. I would laugh if I didn’t think I’d be severely injured.
“Frank, you don’t mean…” The fluff ball leaves the rest of the sentence open.
“Yeah, Ray, I do. I’m dating a vampire, okay? And I know what you’re gonna say. It’s stupid and irresponsible and I’m out of my mind. But I promise you he’s different. He’s gentle and sweet and he slept on the couch last night just so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt me. Please let him go.”
Bob obviously sees the truth in Frank’s eyes, because he releases me. He still keeps the weapon out, but he backs away, “One wrong move, scumbag, and I’ll pump you full of silver.”
I cough, rubbing my throat. My hand comes away sticky with burnt blood, “Don’t worry. I don’t kill people.” My voice comes out cracked and weak.
Frank runs over and looks at the damage. I can tell what he’s thinking before he even says it, “Poor baby! Hang on; I’ll get you some blood.”
I grab his arm before he can head for the kitchen, “No. You lost enough last night. I’ll be fine.”
He smiles sadly, “You’re badly hurt, Gerard. At least take a sip.”
“That’s the point, Frank. I’m badly hurt, which means my instincts could take over if provoked.”
He gets an adorable pouty face, but goes to sit on the couch, meaning I won. I turn to the hunters, “You guys can come in. Sit down. Can I get you anything?”
“No, thanks,” Bob says, “We really only came to drop off some stuff for little Frankie. But now I’m kind of curious. What’s your history exactly?”
I sigh, really not looking forward to retelling it again. Thankfully, Frank jumps in before I can start. The only problem is that he always tells it wrong. He makes me sound like a saint instead of the monster that I am. Soon the story is wrapping up. I see both hunters cringe when he mentions the mishap with Mikey. That’s what he calls it. A mishap. More like a life threatening situation, but okay. Whatever makes him happy.
“So…You want Frank to have weapons so he can kill your little brother?” Ray says once he finishes.
I snort, “Hardly. I want him to have weapons so he can defend himself. I’m going to kill Mikey.”
“Somehow I have a hard time believing that,” Bob retorts in a gruff voice.
“And why’s that?”
“Cuz. He’s your family. Don’t matter what he’s done to Frankie. I can’t be certain you won’t switch sides when the shit hits the fan.”
I let out a snarl, “Are you saying you think I’ll kill Frank?”
“I’m saying I think I should keep a closer eye on my little buddy. That’s all. Anyway, Frank, we got shit to accomplish today. Where do you want the goods?”
Frank leads the two of them away and I head to the bathroom. The mirror confirms my fears. A black gash is across my neck, surrounded by cracked, burnt skin. Thick blood oozes through. This isn’t just some booboo that I can cover up with a band aid. It needs some form of medical attention. I don’t see what I can do other than feed, but I don’t want to take any more from Frank.
I exit the bathroom slowly, still not sure what to expect from the two men. They obviously don’t like me, and I can’t blame them. I wish they wouldn’t insinuate that I could hurt Frank, though. I love him too much.
“Gerard, are you in pain? I really can get you some blood, it’s no problem.” Frank is alone in the living room when I reach it. Obviously Ray and Bob decided not to stick around.
I shake my head, “Frankie, you don’t worry about me. You need to rest. I can see in your eyes that you still aren’t fully recovered from last night.” He hasn’t. There are dark rings under his eyes, and he’s barely able to stand without swaying back and forth. Before he can protest further, I grab his arm and lead him back into the bedroom. I lay with him on the bed, stroking his hair and thinking how lucky I am to have someone as great as him in my life. I eventually get him to fall into a peaceful sleep.
“Whoa, Bob, what are you doing?!” I hear Frank’s alarmed voice as he rushes out of the bedroom, obviously roused by the noise.
The guy, Bob I guess, snorts, “No wonder you need those weapons, Frankie. You’ve got an infestation. I thought you were better than this.”
Frank grabs his arm, “Gerard is not an infestation! He’s the one that told me to get new weapons! Let him go and I’ll explain.”
“Let him go?!” the other guy, the one with the big hair, pipes up, “Are you crazy? He’ll kill us all!”
“Actually, I—” I begin, but the rod is shoved farther against my skin and I start to feel the burn. It causes me to flinch.
“Shut up, creep!”
Frank is now tugging at Bob’s arm, “Let him go, Bob! I’m not gonna let you kill my boyfriend!”
The two men gasp simultaneously and look at Frank like he’s grown a third eyeball. It’s actually pretty comical. I would laugh if I didn’t think I’d be severely injured.
“Frank, you don’t mean…” The fluff ball leaves the rest of the sentence open.
“Yeah, Ray, I do. I’m dating a vampire, okay? And I know what you’re gonna say. It’s stupid and irresponsible and I’m out of my mind. But I promise you he’s different. He’s gentle and sweet and he slept on the couch last night just so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt me. Please let him go.”
Bob obviously sees the truth in Frank’s eyes, because he releases me. He still keeps the weapon out, but he backs away, “One wrong move, scumbag, and I’ll pump you full of silver.”
I cough, rubbing my throat. My hand comes away sticky with burnt blood, “Don’t worry. I don’t kill people.” My voice comes out cracked and weak.
Frank runs over and looks at the damage. I can tell what he’s thinking before he even says it, “Poor baby! Hang on; I’ll get you some blood.”
I grab his arm before he can head for the kitchen, “No. You lost enough last night. I’ll be fine.”
He smiles sadly, “You’re badly hurt, Gerard. At least take a sip.”
“That’s the point, Frank. I’m badly hurt, which means my instincts could take over if provoked.”
He gets an adorable pouty face, but goes to sit on the couch, meaning I won. I turn to the hunters, “You guys can come in. Sit down. Can I get you anything?”
“No, thanks,” Bob says, “We really only came to drop off some stuff for little Frankie. But now I’m kind of curious. What’s your history exactly?”
I sigh, really not looking forward to retelling it again. Thankfully, Frank jumps in before I can start. The only problem is that he always tells it wrong. He makes me sound like a saint instead of the monster that I am. Soon the story is wrapping up. I see both hunters cringe when he mentions the mishap with Mikey. That’s what he calls it. A mishap. More like a life threatening situation, but okay. Whatever makes him happy.
“So…You want Frank to have weapons so he can kill your little brother?” Ray says once he finishes.
I snort, “Hardly. I want him to have weapons so he can defend himself. I’m going to kill Mikey.”
“Somehow I have a hard time believing that,” Bob retorts in a gruff voice.
“And why’s that?”
“Cuz. He’s your family. Don’t matter what he’s done to Frankie. I can’t be certain you won’t switch sides when the shit hits the fan.”
I let out a snarl, “Are you saying you think I’ll kill Frank?”
“I’m saying I think I should keep a closer eye on my little buddy. That’s all. Anyway, Frank, we got shit to accomplish today. Where do you want the goods?”
Frank leads the two of them away and I head to the bathroom. The mirror confirms my fears. A black gash is across my neck, surrounded by cracked, burnt skin. Thick blood oozes through. This isn’t just some booboo that I can cover up with a band aid. It needs some form of medical attention. I don’t see what I can do other than feed, but I don’t want to take any more from Frank.
I exit the bathroom slowly, still not sure what to expect from the two men. They obviously don’t like me, and I can’t blame them. I wish they wouldn’t insinuate that I could hurt Frank, though. I love him too much.
“Gerard, are you in pain? I really can get you some blood, it’s no problem.” Frank is alone in the living room when I reach it. Obviously Ray and Bob decided not to stick around.
I shake my head, “Frankie, you don’t worry about me. You need to rest. I can see in your eyes that you still aren’t fully recovered from last night.” He hasn’t. There are dark rings under his eyes, and he’s barely able to stand without swaying back and forth. Before he can protest further, I grab his arm and lead him back into the bedroom. I lay with him on the bed, stroking his hair and thinking how lucky I am to have someone as great as him in my life. I eventually get him to fall into a peaceful sleep.
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