Kill me or make me feel alive

Frank’s POV
To say that some shit went down that night could be rated as an understatement. To say that I met some people I haven’t expected to see together would be even grander understatement. And, you see, when one of them should’ve died centuries ago, this is what I call a surprise.

~Earlier that night~

After I left the flat, I decided to feed, after all. It was utterly pointless for me to wander the streets aimlessly when a gorgeous boy was currently residing in my place and to be honest, I wouldn’t even be here in the first place if he hasn’t made me to. So, since I wasn’t up to wasting my time (which would’ve been actually my goal in life, pardon, existence a couple of weeks ago, before a certain charming boy made his way into it) , I went to a nearby bar that was just getting packed with different human beings, all of them unaware of the possible danger, all of them predictable which makes them such easy targets for me.

But as I made my way through the crowd of sweaty people quickly getting wasted, as a vampire, I distinguished something unusual, a specific feeling in my gut alarming for an upcoming thread of an inhuman origin. I know exactly what I sensed or rather, who I sensed. And it was definitely not something I could afford to ignore. It was close. It was him. I felt shivers running down my spine and, trust me, that doesn’t happen often to someone that’s been around for, well, quite a lot more than an ordinary human. But could it really be him? Has he returned? I can’t doubt something that is so close. Dangerously close, even.

It’s Damon. Right behind me. Oh, fuck.

“Ah, Franklin, long time no see”, I heard the oh-so-familiar voice, feeling it right against the back of my neck, cold and captivating. The venomous presence right behind me was making me truly uncomfortable with the short (or lack of such) distance between us. He didn’t need to touch me, or to turn me around to be a menace for me. Because that creature, he’s more powerful than any other vampire I’ve met in my whole existence.

I turned around. I had to, I had to see what he looked like after all these years that had passed. The first thing that I saw was his eyes, of course. They were blue, almost transparent, almost like a broken filthy glass from a window that once had led to his soul and all his sincere feelings, long before he even met me. Those eyes were so familiar to me. I’ve been dreading to see them so cold and distant again, but it was all masked now with fake courtesy that didn’t allow him to tear me to pieces right there, right then.

His skin, white as snow, hasn’t changed one bit, of course, which meant that he was feeding properly these days as per usual. How could I expect less… his snobbish nature wouldn’t ever let him spare the life of the mortal.

Every perfect line of his face was well-remembered by my subconscious, every curve of his long, slender body reminded of the nights we spent together. His pink enticing lips that I believed could give me at least half of the life he took without a second thought. I thought he could make me feel alive again, at least for a little while. He never did though, nor did he even try. We could travel around the continent and even around Europe all we wanted to, but I would’ve never felt anything while I was by his side, other than sorrow, simply because he was doing all the things he did for himself only. I was just a pet, and he took me for granted.

“Damon”, I whispered, goosebumps travelling along every inch of my body just by saying his name. Despite the loud music and all the people talking and screaming around us, I could tell by his eyes that he had heard me.

“My God, don’t you look awful! Are you still doing that…vegetarian thing?”, he asked me, probably very amused by the color of my grayish skin, an indicator that I haven’t been eating a lot recently. He never understood why I kept on starving and why I never killed people but I personally think he never had the self-control to stop before it was too late for them. Or he was just that heartless. Most likely, it’s the latter.

“I’ve told you a million times that-“, I cut myself off when I saw him. I saw the person I never thought I was going to ever see again. I almost thought he was an illusion my fucked up mind has made up, but no, I could see him right behind Damon’s shoulder, he was there. Although I couldn’t feel him, no. That could’ve meant only one thing- he was turned. There was something very wrong with all of this.

“R-ray? Is that really y-you?”, I stuttered, not being able to believe.

“Did you really think I would leave such a nice young boy to die by your incompetent hands…or should I say teeth? I had to turn him”, he told me casually, making me angry all of the sudden.

“So you doomed him to the same horrible never-ending existence you doomed me!”, I yelled disbelievingly.

“Ah, but Frankie, we had such a great time together, didn’t we? Also, I still remember you begging me to turn you”, he whispered the last part in my ear and my head started spinning a little.

“You lied to me… you said it was going to be the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me”, I said through gritted teeth.

“And you have to admit, it was. Indeed, it was. Your life was such a bore before me, wasn’t it? You hated it and when you needed it the most, I gave it to you. The grandest gift, Franklin, I gave you immortality and all the possibilities it brings”, he talked to me, some kind of hidden passion evident in his words. Apparently he never got tired of living forever and he still wanted it, still felt superior because of it.

“We had it all, Franklin, we had everything and more. Then, you decided the best thing you could do was to leave, scared of the power we had together, because yeah, we were great together, we could’ve done anything we wanted.”

“I’m better on my own, thank you.”

“Ah, but you are lying, aren’t you? You’ve met someone, I can see it in those hazel eyes of yours that betray you so easily “, he smiled but it wasn’t even close to a nice smile. It was malicious.

But no. Gerard was not something I’d discuss with him, I won’t ever let Damon near him, I will never let him destroy his innocence. “That is none of your business”, I actually growled at him. He grinned.

“I see. So we’re not going on a double date here with Ray and your little friend, are we?”, he mocked me. I was close to punching him in the face when he said smugly “Don’t do things you’d regret.”

Then I looked at Ray, who in response looked at his shoes. He seemed to be feeding normally too (although ‘normal’ is utterly wrong when one of us is concerned). He hasn’t changed one bit, well, except for his clothes, since he was a servant back then and it was years ago...this is all so complex. I didn’t expect to see him ever again. He had been my only true friend back then and the only one who cared about me. Now, he’s just the pet Damon needs in his life to feel more powerful, it doesn’t even matter if it’s me, Ray or someone else. So should I be happy he’s still here?

Ray should’ve been dead for years now but no, he was in front of me, still young, still alive. Or whatever is left of his life. I didn’t want him to end up this way but what could I do now, it was too late and he was one of us.

“So, see you soon, Franklin”, he used my full name again, then grabbed Ray by the arm and pushed past the mob of sweaty drunken people. I didn’t even have the chance to say anything.

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After what happened, I am not in the mood for anything other than going home where Gerard is waiting for me. I don’t exactly enjoy being in the presence of other creatures of my kind, simply because most of them are terribly cruel and communication with such individuals seems rather pointless to me. This is all good, because avoiding socializing with them is easy.

Damon, on the other hand, is another story. He is not just a vampire and we’re not just acquaintances. We’ve been together for so long and his power would always be the thing that weakens me the most. And I’m scared, I’m scared he’s going to stay here and then seeing him is bound to happen, it is almost inevitable. But most of all, I’m absolutely frightened he’s going to see Gerard and I don’t know what his self-absorbed mind is going to come up with. He definitely thinks I’ve replaced him, but truth is, I have not. They are both very different in everything and the biggest difference is, Damon used his power to manipulate me emotionally so I would stay with him like the obedient little puppy he had turned me into and Gerard hasn’t done anything to make me like him and stay with him. It was my own choice.

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I step through the front door trying not to make a sound, for he is most likely already asleep but then I hear footsteps and there he is, standing by the doorway with the cutest disheveled hair, sleepy expression and a small smile on his lips. He’s also wearing one of my oversized t-shirts and I almost giggle at the cuteness. I immediately forget about all my problems with the sight of Gerard being in my house, in my t-shirt, and most of all, in my heart. Seriously, this boy makes me feel things I have never felt before.

And this is the moment. I am staring and can’t take my eyes off of him when I realize I am not only slightly attracted to him. I want him. I want him in all the ways I can have him. And I want all of him.

“So how did it go?”, he asks me with a little husky from sleep voice and it’s too much, I can’t hold back those feelings in my gut anymore, I just can’t.

I make my way to where he’s standing at the end of the corridor and that’s it, I am finally doing it. As I’m getting closer, I feel him tense a little so I ask him “Do you want this as much as I want it?”, looking straight into those wide eyes. He only nods in agreement and glances briefly at my lips biting his own while I put my hands on both of his forearms, holding him and caressing him, slowly putting my forehead against his and not breaking eye contact. His pupils quickly dilate and his breathing becomes uneven.

Then I close my eyes and let myself gently touch his warm lips with my ice cold ones while his body relaxes in my hands. My hands slide down his body and wrap around his waist under the t-shirt. I bring him closer so that our bodies are against each other and I can feel all of him so much more, from all the emotions he puts into this to his accelerated pulse. One of my hands travels up until it tangles in his messy raven hair and I gently pull at it while my tongue asks for permission into his mouth. He breathlessly parts his lips and our tongues meet in the middle, dancing their own dance without a melody. It goes gently and careful for a little while but then he pushes his mouth against mine more rough and needy, his tongue exploring my mouth and I find myself responding with just as much force and passion.

When I finally pull away to let him breathe, the sight of him, looking a little dazed and a little breathless with half-opened eyes, tousled hair and swollen lips, induces a reaction in my body, just like electricity going from head to foot. I get a hold of the hair on his nape and tug at it until his neck is fully exposed to me. I place a lot of gentle little kisses along his jaw and down his neck, being in full control over my primal instincts. I run my tongue just below his ear which elicits a moan from him. Needless to say, it goes straight to my lower part. I have other things to take care of, though.

“I want to mark you as mine”, I whisper in his ear, intentionally touching the shell with my lips.

“Please”, he desperately tugs at the end of my coat which I suppose I still haven’t taken off.

I smile against his warm milky skin and start sucking at it while his hands roam over my torso, over my back and my shoulders, and my forearms, then they rest in my hair and lastly they end up on my waist, pulling me as close as physically possible and he moans again. I stop sucking when I think it should already be decent enough. I look at the mark I’ve made on his tender skin- a lavender has blossomed on his beautiful neck, claiming him as being mine.

“You are mine now”, I kiss his throat.

“Yours”, he repeats.

The night ends soon after, he is obviously very tired and I wouldn’t be exhausting him more so I lie with him in bed, admiring everything about him until I fall asleep, our limbs tangled and his head on my shoulder, all worries forgotten at least for a while.

Notes

Here, have some Frerard-ness. I finally managed to ‘cross the line’ between friends and lovers, yaay! (pleasepleaseplease, tell me if it sucked, I need to know xd) Also, there may be holes in the plot, sorry about that.
School’s coming. Goodbye laying-eating-blogging-on-Tumblr-and-doing-nothing routine, you will be sorely missed. *wipes tears*
Sherlock today at 8.30 p.m. (well, 10.30 p.m. for Eastern Europe) cantwaittt!