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From Yesterday

In My Place

I watched tears well up in Gerard's eyes as he watched our memorial. I wrapped my arms around him.
"Frank we need to go back."
I shook my head.
"They'll separate us baby."
He whined. I felt guilty. I knew they wouldn't but I knew I would be arrested. I'd never told Gerard I had murdered a boy in our class. Chris Cerulli. His memorial had been yesterday. I lay down and pulled the covers over me. Gerard turned the television off and lay next to me.
"I love you, Frank."
I smiled.
"I love you too, Gee."
I wrapped my arms around him and he rested his head in the crook of my neck. I smiled into his blue hair and fell asleep.
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My alarm went off and I woke up immediately. I switched it off and looked over at Gerard. His brown eyes stared into mine. I smiled and kissed him. He kissed me back. I stood.
"Feeding time."
He took my hand and we left the motel room.
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We walked in silence to the woods. I didn't like feeding off humans since I'd killed Chris. Gerard tore away from me and I heard his low growl. The scent of blood filled my nostrils and I lost control. My fangs sunk into Gerard. He moaned lightly as I drunk from him. I pulled back when I'd done and allowed him to finish feeding. He pulled back and looked at me. I smiled at him and pulled him close. Our lips crushed together and I felt Gerard smile into the kiss.
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I lay next to my lover panting hard. Gerard chuckled.
"I fucking love it when we fuck about outside."
I laughed.
"Do you now?"
"You know you love my cock sliding in and out of your ass after we've fed; the scent of our lust mixing with the scent of blood. The cold air surrounding your member before I wrap my warm palm around it and pump you hard, matching my thrusts."
I listened to him describe it and felt the blood rush back to my cock. I threw myself at him.

Notes

Hm welcome back to the magical place in my mind where I write my Frerad shizz. It's called my bed at -checks time- 1am because I can't sleep. This story may be weird.

Comments

@katiekilljoy Just because Frank was born on Hallowe'en doesn't mean you can rename an entire holiday after him. It's called Hallowe'en and has been for centuries. Simple as.

@Ricky'sLittleHorror

why? (if you don't mind me asking..)
katiekilljoy katiekilljoy
11/8/13
@katiekilljoy

I hate the term Ieroween
@Ricky'sLittleHorror

its true motherfucker! happy Ieroween!
katiekilljoy katiekilljoy
10/31/13
@katiekilljoy
Right xD