Gerard. What a strange, strange name. Not that I haven’t heard it before, it just sounds bizarre to me. It is sophisticated and very…French, although the French version would probably sound more like Zher-ahr or something like that. I actually used to learn French and it was mainly my parents’ decision. But what could I do, in those days, your parents’ will was more important than even law.

Anyway, back to the sleeping boy on my upholstered with crimson red velvet canapé. He’s been asleep for way too long and as much as I’m used to killing time (since I have the fucking eternity), it is still irritating. After I took care of him, I read a book I’ve read countless times before, watched some ridiculously stupid TV series and even ordered pizza. Pizza. It looks disgusting to me but I know most humans adore the thing. I just thought he’d be hungry when he wakes up and what kind of host would I be if I don’t have any food in my house? Well, I have… food but I’m sure he wouldn’t like it.

After agonizingly long time of waiting for him to wake up, looking at his peacefully rising and falling chest, listening to his steady breathing, thinking of the possible reasons he might want to be dead and wondering if his strange name actually suits him, he finally opens his eyes a little. And then closes them again. Then opens them fully and takes in the surroundings. His stare falls on me.

“Wh-where am I? Who are you? What happened? Why am I-“,

“Damn. I’m willing to answer your questions, but slow down, Gerard”, I cut him off, because I’m sure I would’ve had a headache if I was able to.

“Where am I?”, he asks, this time slowly and carefully.

“In my apartment”, I answer with a bored tone.

“Uhh, then who the hell are you?”, he asks, grabbing the side of his head and scrunching up his face. He’s probably quite dizzy. This is what blood loss does to you, children.

“My name is Frank and I was going to kill you last night”, I tell him calmly and I’m surprised he doesn’t react like I thought he would. He simply lifts an eyebrow.

“Oh, so I’ve slept for two days? I mean, since it’s already dark and you said ‘last night’ and-“

“Wait, are you seriously bothered by the time you spent sleeping? And you don’t care that I was going to take your life?”, I ask incredulously.

“Well, why didn’t you?”, he asks me, his hazel eyes big and curious.

“I…I don’t know. I guess I couldn’t do it”, I rub my forehead.

“Oh, yes, I remember. I told you to kill me, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did”

“I still mean it. If you thought I was too drunk and that’s why I said it-“

“No, I still can’t kill you”, I sigh.

“But…why?”, he looks at me like I come from a different planet, “Aren’t you used to killing people, since you’re a vampire?”

“You were going to be my first victim”, I tell him and after a minute or two of silence, I speak again “I was going to kill myself, too”.

Don’t ask me why I told him. I just seem to be in a similar situation to his, we both want to die. Also, I feel that I can open up to him. And I never underestimate my vampire ability to feel people. To know about them. And I can sense his sadness, yet he’s so innocent. It almost hurts me, I really don’t know how he has managed to stay so damn pure. Most people are not like him, you see. Their souls are ugly and corrupted. And here, in front of me, on my sofa, sits an angel, in comparison to others. So, why not trust him and spill my heart to him?

“I’m not sure I understand you”, he softly says to me.

“Vampires can die, too. They just need to drink dead blood. Dead human blood.”

“Oh…”, I’m not quite sure what I expected him to say. “W-what are you going to do then?”

“Gather up the courage to kill a person for another month or so, go behind some shitty club, pick another drunken boy and fail to kill him because I’m a horrible excuse for a vampire”

“You’re not. I-I, um, I mean, um, you m-may just be better than t-the others, you know…”

“Huh”, I stand up from the armchair against the sofa “I almost forgot- you’re probably hungry, aren’t you?”

“Well, um, yeah, but you don’t have to, um, you know”, he stutters, blushing for some reason.

“Too late. I ordered pizza but it’s most likely already cold…I picked vegetarian, since I didn’t know if you like eating… meat. Is that okay with you?” Where did all the politeness came from, I have no idea.

“Yes, of course, uuuh, very nice of you”,he smiles awkwardly and this is the first time he smiles in front of me. It makes him look even younger, if that’s possible.

I give him the pizza after I warmed it up and suggest watching television, since it’s the most normal thing I can think of and he surprisingly agrees. Seriously, this boy needs to be more cautious. I can attack him anytime I want. But I guess he isn’t so scared of me since he already knows I have never killed. Still, people fear vampires and this is a fact. No human would sit with a vampire, watching the idiot box and eating junk food now would they?
After some time mindlessly staring at the television and occasionally feeling Gerard’s eyes on me, he shifts a little and speaks “I’m bored”.

“Hm? And what do you want to do then?”, I look at him and he smiles at me like he already has something on his mind. Fuck, why does he smiles like that? It makes me feel something and I don’t want to know what it is.

“Tell me about yourself. About being a vampire! Is it exciting? Do you know other vampires? When did it happen? How? Who turned you? Tell me all about it!”

Seriously? I can see now how naïve I have been back then when I was alive and vampires interested me to the point I wanted to become one. He’s actually the same.

“I’ll tell you, even though it probably won’t be as interesting as you expect, but on one condition- you will answer my only question”

“Okay. What is it?”, he asks, leaning forward , as if he wouldn’t hear me otherwise.

“Why would you want to die?”, it is bothering me too much, most of the time I know everything and I just can’t understand him, he doesn’t want to live but he’s so…young. He shouldn’t feel like that. He shouldn’t be experiencing anything that would make him feel like dying.

“But Frank, I already told you”, he sighs sadly.

“No, I want you to answer me for real, Gerard. Give me a reason you would feel like this. Explain it to me. I want to know”

“Why would you care? It’s not like you know me” Damn. He’s right. I don’t have an answer for that, so I half-lie.

“Well, I almost killed you, didn’t I? That’s why I want to know. I could feel your sadness and it was overwhelming. It still is. What happened to you?”

“Y-you can feel me? How…?”, he looks at me with wide eyes and I smirk a little.

“The perks of being a vampire”

“O-oh…okay”, he says, looking relieved and disappointed at the same time.

“So? Are you going to tell me?”, I push. He sighs again but nods nonetheless.

“You go first” God, he’s such a child.

“Being a vampire is nothing like how Hollywood presents us in the movies nowadays. It’s a curse but I deserved it. I wanted it. I made him do it- my creator. I thought this was going to be so much better than life, but it’s not. Trust me, it’s million times worse. Unfortunately, I know a lot of vampires and I don’t like a single one of them. They’re all evil, cruel and polluted. Fortunately, I don’t have to communicate with them. How did it happen? Well, let’s just say I was tired of living the way I did, tired of the people around me and I went to the local pub to get drunk and forget for a while. I met an interesting person who I lately started calling ‘my creator’. Since then, I’ve been wandering around for a couple of years, or decades, centuries, who cares? I stopped caring long time ago”

“This is sad”, he simply says, staring at me and proceeding the information.

“Indeed”, I sigh “Now will you answer my question?” He takes a breath and starts.

“As I already told you, I’m gay. People would make your life a living hell if they know something like that. And by people I mean parents too. At least mine aren’t okay with it at all. Uh, they didn’t kick me out and they didn’t do anything dramatic when I told them, they were just very disappointed and they, um…they stopped caring about me. It hurts me a lot. My only friend ditched me when I ‘came out of the closet’, saying he was disgusted with me. S-so… I kinda…lost any hope. You know…”, he said the last part just as his chin started trembling and a few tears escaped his gorgeous hazel eyes. Whoa, did I just say ‘gorgeous’? He. is. human, Frank. Stop it, before it’s too late. But no, my human emotions won’t listen to me. I instinctively reach out and wipe the tears from his pale cheeks. Then I softly speak to him.

“It’s never too late to change things. I died young and I can tell you, it’s not worth it. I once had a life and I wasted it away for this. You still haven’t lived, you’re so young. Please, think about it. Don’t do it, you can’t take that back. Don’t kill yourself. I want to help you, will you let me?”

My hand is gripping his face, my nails probably leaving marks in the flawless skin on his cheeks from the intensity of my grip, my tone absolutely determined and my gaze never leaving his. I don’t know what’s gotten in me, I’ve been this affectionate and sincere with only one person and it was long, long time ago. This boy just gets to me somehow.

“H-how?”, he asks weakly.

“I haven’t figured that out yet. But I’ll find a way, okay? Until then, don’t do anything you will regret, will you promise me?”

“I promise”, he whispers as I continue wiping the tears off his face. I still don’t know if I can trust a human’s promise but I hope I do the right thing. I believe him.

“Okay. Now it’s time for you to go”, I suddenly announce, standing up and he jumps a little, surprised by my sudden mood-swing.

“B-but what-“

“Don’t forget I’m a vampire and I have my needs, I have to go. It’s already midnight”, I give him my hand and he takes it, standing up beside me.

“Umm, yes, of course, I, uh, thank you for, you know, um”, he stutters, not really forming a proper sentence.

“My pleasure”, I bow a little and the corners of his mouth pull up.

Everything happens fast after that. I lift him up, his legs wrap around my waist, his hands around my neck and after he tells me where he lives, I take him home within a minute. I don’t go before he walks in his house, then I disappear under the dark mantle of the starless night.

Notes

I should’ve updated yesterday but first, I didn’t know what to write, then my internet connection suddenly stopped working (I totally freaked out and almost cried). My mom is a hero because she managed to fix it! Also, this chapter should’ve been from Gerard’s POV but I actually like it better this way. Anyway, let me know what you think of it, please. Vote, subscribe, comment, it means a lot to me. c: