Vampires Will Never Hurt You

Gerard’s POV

I woke up to the blinding light shining through my window. I practically growled as I saw my mom standing over me talking. I slung my arm over my eyes.
“What is it mom?” I snapped. “You know the sunlight hurts my eyes,” I groaned.
“You have to get up. In case you’ve forgotten, we’re moving today,” she said bitterly. I enjoyed the fact that our family was moving. We didn’t have roots here in New York. I desperately wanted a fresh start. I wanted a place to get away from the torment of my old school. Maybe I can do better in the new state. Maybe my parents will finally accept me. Thinking of this made me feel bad for Mikey. He would be starting his new life as a vampire. I hope that it will be better for him than it was for me.
“Yes mother,” I replied sarcastically. I flew out of bed and over to the window shades in a blur, closing them. I turned around to see my mom’s startled expression. She hated it when I showed my abilities. She walked out of my room without saying a word. I could practically hear the thoughts in her head. ‘Oh, he’s hopeless’. I gazed at my barren walls. The same ones that were normally covered in my many paintings, drawings, and posters. Most of my things were already packed. The only things left were my clothes for the day lying on top of some boxes and the sheets on my bed. I found my brother in his room packing up the last of his things as I passed to go downstairs, where my parents would be.
Like I thought, they were sitting on the stools in the kitchen talking and they became quiet as I entered.
“Mikey and I need some more time to finish,” I informed them, “You can leave and we’ll put the rest of the things in my car and lock the house.”
“That sounds fine son. As long as you have the directions. Be safe. Your mom and I will see you at our new home,” I responded with a fake smile. I stood there until they walked out the door, my mother looking back one more time at the house, then at me, sighing. I had just cleared the time for me to turn my brother. Quickly, I walked up the stairs and got changed into my clothes after folding the bed sheets and stuffing them in a random box. I transported Mikey’s and my things to the car and returned to the inside of the house. The same butterflies attacked my stomach again and my palms got sweaty when I saw Mikey standing in the living room unsure of himself.
“Are you ready?” I asked him. He responded with a quick nod of his head. I went to sit down on the couch that we were leaving here. He joined me. I didn’t want to hurt my brother. But that feeling was pointless. No matter how gentle I was, the venom was in control. I grabbed his wrist, since that would be less weird than going for his neck. I felt my lips lift off my teeth as my fangs came out. I could feel the venom build up and I brought Mikey’s wrist up to my mouth. I looked up at him only to see that he had his eyes firmly shut. My resolve faltered for a second thinking that I shouldn’t do this. I guess I should finish what I started. I listened carefully to my brother’s heartbeat. I habit I often did. As my fangs touched his skin, I heard his heartbeat accelerate. I bit down into his vein and resisted the urge to feed from him. I felt him jerk his arm and I immediately stopped.
“No keep going. Damn, get it over with,” he gasped. I let the venom flow through his blood and I could just imagine the way it felt to him. The burning cold that spread throughout your body until it became too unbearable and you passed out. I felt sorry for my brother. Damn, I should have prepared him more. I told him what to suspect the night before as we whispered in his room. I released his arm from my grasp as I felt him stiffen and then go limp. His head lolled down onto his chest and I started to freak out. Maybe I did something wrong…No, I could hear his heart. It sounded like a humming bird, but I knew that wouldn’t last for long. As I picked Mikey up into my arms, I made sure no one was outside, and I flew to the car, laying him down in the back seat carefully.


I looked back at the old house one more time and I left. I left all of my memories, good and bad, all of the pain, the guilt, the happiness. Everything drifted away every mile I drove from the place. I was completely starting over. Mikey would be happy once he got through the transformation… as long as he was sure of his decision…

Mikey’s POV
As soon as Gerard’s venom entered my system, I immediately regretted my decision. It was the worst pain I had ever experienced. It was like the inside of my body was being scorched and frozen at the same time. All I remember was my brother’s worried expression as I passed out. This would all be over soon… all over soon… all over…

Gerard’s POV
As I drove, the sun set and my body automatically relaxed as it always does once the sun goes down. Mikey was still unconscious in the backseat. Hopefully he would be awake as soon as we arrived to our house. Again, the unwanted memories flooded back through the wall that I had built in my mind and I gasped, holding onto the steering wheel with white knuckles.

He woke up with a start. Shooting up into sitting position, the boy took in his surroundings. He was dizzy as hell and felt hungover. His senses were sharpened and every detail magnified by a hundred. He tasted a coppery liquid on his lips and he faintly remembered the girl making him drink from her as he drifted in then back out of consciousness. It had completed. It was all over. All of the pain was gone and he was so relieved. The new vampire looked around expecting to see the love of his life waiting for him just as she promised. But she wasn’t there.
The boy got up and stumbled through the forest even though he knew his efforts were futile. The warmth that was supposed to be in his heart was gone. It was empty and he knew deep down thatshe was gone too. He thought he had just experienced the worst pain of his life but this was worse. It felt like his heart had been ripped out and stomped on. His feelings completely disregarded. The vampire crumpled to the ground clutching his chest. It shouldn’t be this bad, he thought. His breath caught in his throat and he decided to go home. No matter the fact that he felt like he couldn’t move his legs. All of his strength was drained after what he went through. The young boy made it to his house and up the stairs to his room before collapsing onto his bed in tears. Hopefully I won’t wake up in the morning.

I pulled into the driveway of our new home before I dropped my head against the steering wheel with a thump. I felt the wet, hot tears falling freely down my face just as they had done that night. Mikey didn’t deserve what I had done to him. Just as I was getting ready to pull myself together and carry Mikey into the house, I heard an eerie sound. The sound that reminds me of hospitals and dying and silence. The sound of a heart stopping…

Notes

I hope people start to read this again. :)