Save My Soul Tonight (soon to be Frerard)
Reunion
This one was odd. He very obviously wasn't fully human, due to the bite mark, unusual eyes, and freezing temperature. But he wasn't full on beast either. Conflicting thoughts on whether I should rid the world of him or not clouded my mind.
After a few minutes, he talks again. "What do you plan on doing with me?"
His voice was cold, and I still didn't have an answer.
"You know, I didn't choose to be this way."
His image looked weak, which was usually common for a newly-turned. Dark eyes, defined cheekbones, unhealthily white skin, etc.
"You're hungry," I hypothesize. He nods. Turning around to my bag of equipment, my hands shuffle through items and grab out what is usually hunting bait. Taking out a warmish blood transfusion bag I had looted from an abandoned hospital, I start to walk to him. My hands fumble around, not undoing the rope all the way, but just enough that he could at least take one arm out to grab it. His fingers tear at the tip and lift it up to his face. Grimacing, the vamp took a slug out of it and gagged.
"Fuck, this is nasty," he grunts and lifts it back up to his face. Though obviously not enjoying it, I can see some health flood back to his face. His cheekbones aren't as defined now and the dark circles around his eyes dissolve back into the creamy pale color of his skin. To be honest... he was kind of attractive.
"T-thanks," he stutters and hangs his head. He had a little bit of a lisp, which was cute. God, what the fuck am I thinking?
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Gerard." The door opens from behind me and in walks my backup: Ray and Mikey. "Is this him?"
I nod to Ray. Gerard lifts his head up to see the rest of my crew. Mikey lets out a gasp of surprise.
"Gerard?"
"Holy shit, Mikey," his dark gray eyes widen. Mikey rushes to him, wrapping his arms around and embracing Gerard in a hug.
"Wait you know each other?" Ray asks and raises an eyebrow. "He's my older brother..." Mikey trails off and turns back around, looking at Ray and I. "Please, we can't kill him..."
After a few minutes, he talks again. "What do you plan on doing with me?"
His voice was cold, and I still didn't have an answer.
"You know, I didn't choose to be this way."
His image looked weak, which was usually common for a newly-turned. Dark eyes, defined cheekbones, unhealthily white skin, etc.
"You're hungry," I hypothesize. He nods. Turning around to my bag of equipment, my hands shuffle through items and grab out what is usually hunting bait. Taking out a warmish blood transfusion bag I had looted from an abandoned hospital, I start to walk to him. My hands fumble around, not undoing the rope all the way, but just enough that he could at least take one arm out to grab it. His fingers tear at the tip and lift it up to his face. Grimacing, the vamp took a slug out of it and gagged.
"Fuck, this is nasty," he grunts and lifts it back up to his face. Though obviously not enjoying it, I can see some health flood back to his face. His cheekbones aren't as defined now and the dark circles around his eyes dissolve back into the creamy pale color of his skin. To be honest... he was kind of attractive.
"T-thanks," he stutters and hangs his head. He had a little bit of a lisp, which was cute. God, what the fuck am I thinking?
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Gerard." The door opens from behind me and in walks my backup: Ray and Mikey. "Is this him?"
I nod to Ray. Gerard lifts his head up to see the rest of my crew. Mikey lets out a gasp of surprise.
"Gerard?"
"Holy shit, Mikey," his dark gray eyes widen. Mikey rushes to him, wrapping his arms around and embracing Gerard in a hug.
"Wait you know each other?" Ray asks and raises an eyebrow. "He's my older brother..." Mikey trails off and turns back around, looking at Ray and I. "Please, we can't kill him..."
Three months now.
*taps foot*
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