Vampires Will Never Hurt You

Gerard’s POV

I listened to the heartbeat as I drained my latest victim. The pounding became slower and slower after it sped up from the adrenaline. Sort of like a sugar crash. I dropped the woman and wiped the remaining blood from my mouth on my sleeve, retracting my fangs. I wasn’t going to kill tonight. I glanced back down at the body seeing the labored rise and fall of her weak human chest. Someone would find her eventually. I began my walk towards what I call home. I shortened my strides as I came to a more crowded street. I wouldn’t look intimidating… no one would suspect me.
Of course the world knows about vampires. For some time now- since before I was born. I had been turned 2 years ago. When I was 16. I can still remember the painful transformation. Every single agonizing moment had been carved into my memory. Crystal clear- the way a vampire’s mind was made. I enjoyed this life but it still depressed me at times. It was better than my previous one to say the least. My family knew about me. It was hard to hide after I first turned. I remembered that too. The horrified looks on my parents faces. But my brother, Mikey, he was still a little young and naïve. Of course he thought it was “cool” and now as I returned to my house, I actually thought about what he had been begging me to do for years. What I was about to actually do.

Mikey turned 16 last week and I decided it was finally time to give him what he wanted so badly. Immortality. And what better person for the job than his own brother? It was the perfect timing too. Our family was moving- to Belleville, New Jersey. A place to start over. The perfect place for my brother to begin his new life.
It should have taken me longer than this to get home. But once I passed the crowded sidewalks and shopping centers- I sped up my pace until I was almost a blur between the trees. I speed that could only be achieved by another supernatural. I saw the faint glow of lights from my house. As I came closer, I could make out rock music coming from my brother’s bedroom. Normally I tried blocking out the access noises. They made my head hurt. But I had to hear if my parents were up. I couldn’t wake them because they would come at me with a wooden stake if they knew what I was aiming to do. And in case you’re curious- no, a wooden stake to the heart wouldn’t kill me.
What would kill me is my consort’s death. I much preferred the title “consort” to “blood-slave”. I guess this was some sort of mysterious law to keep humans from becoming extinct. A vampire would not be able to kill their consort without killing themselves and this is how the idea of “mates” came to be. The occasional drink on the side of the road was different. It was a onetime thing- a feeding. Once a vampire bonded with a human, they would become their consort and none other vampire’s unless the bond was broken. Don’t ask me to explain this. I barely understand the concept myself. All I know is that this knowledge was already instilled in my brain after I turned and also- I haven’t found my consort yet. I doubted that I ever would.

I slipped in through my front door and up the stairs. I peered into my brother’s room and saw him strumming along to the music on his bass guitar I had gotten him for his birthday. I was glad to see that he was enjoying it. I knocked my hand lightly on the door frame and he jumped. Shit- I need to remember not to “sneak up” on people. I really couldn’t help it though. Sometimes I would expect humans to be like me, sensing when someone was nearby.
“Hey Mikes,” said walking over to rustle his hair. He was too old for me to be doing that but the habit stuck-plus it annoyed him. He shrugged me off and smoothed down his fringe.
“What’s up Gee?” He asked as he walked over and turned off the CD player. He was so unsuspecting. I had constantly told him ‘no’ about turning into a vampire. Even I’m not sure what changed my mind. I was quiet. Doubts flying through my mind while butterflies jabbing me in my stomach. This was stupid. I should… What should I do? I was lonely. That was the true reason. I wanted someone else to be like me. The only other supernatural I had known was the person who turned me… But I don’t want to think about her.
“I’ve been thinking…” I began apprehensively. Mikey looked up at me curiously, his strumming on the guitar ceasing. “I’ll do it,” I bit out. He looked confused at first, then realization lightened his face.
“Dude! You’re not fucking with me? You’re serious this time?!” He jumped up off the bed and was almost bouncing with excitement.
“No, I’m not fucking with you…” I mumbled while shoving my hands into my hoodie pockets. I looked at the ground. “I’ve never done this before,” I said to him.
“Well obviously,” Mikey responded. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I recalled the memories of my transformation. It wasn’t something I wanted to remember.

“It will be okay. I’m here. I’ll be with you the whole time. I promise,” The dark haired girl assured as she reached over and touched the older boy’s shoulder.
“I know. I’m just sort of scared,” the boy admitted. He ran a hand through his short bleached blonde hair- having doubts again. No, he wanted to be with her forever. He was positive. “I’m ready,” He stated after a few more moments.
The girl leaned over, the leaves rustling on the forest floor. The boy wasn’t sure why she decided to do it here. His breathing hitched as the girl’s fangs protruded from under her lip, gleaming dangerously. Her eyes glowed an even brighter blue. She had done this to him before. When she would feed. But now, it was different. I want this, the boy convinced himself. He gasped and held the girl’s arms tighter as her teeth sunk into the delicate skin of his neck. The icy fire spread down his veins, and his heart pounded furiously, accepting the venom with hunger…
That was all I could think of for now. I glanced back at Mikey. He looked back expectantly.
“I’m not doing it tonight dumbass,” I said harsher than I meant to. The flashback did not bring good memories. “Mom and dad aren’t going to know.”
“How? We can’t just not tell them. They’d find out eventually.” I know that we would have to tell them. I’m just not ready for their wrath that would inevitably come. They would probably disown me…
“I know. But we’re moving in a few days. You’re riding in my car to Belleville. You’ll have to drink from me,” he cringed slightly as I said this but I continued. It was a necessary part of the process, “and we’ll tell them once we get to our new home.” Mikey looked thoughtful for a second, pushing up his glasses on his nose.
“Thank you Gerard. You won’t regret it.” He said, smiling. I smiled back, but not as genuine. I was groaning on the inside. I know I will regret this.

Notes

Okay, here goes a long author's note... So I posted this story on here several months ago and it was called "My Beautiful Vampire Romance" but then I thought about how stupid that sounded so I changed it. I think this title is probably too commonly used though... Oh well. So I've written a lot of chapters and my writing has improved. But you wont see my most current writing until a few more chapters, so please stick around for that. I have another story on here, but it sucks so I'm going to finish this first and rewrite it. I was reading some comments that I had on these stories, and I was like, 'wow, these people are so nice, and they actually like this.' So yeah, I'm going to try to actually manage this story now and update regularly. I actually have internet now too! So that will help.
I'll post again in a little while, but after tomorrow, updates will probably be once or twice a week. I'm looking forward to doing this over! :)
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