Vampires Will Never Hurt You

Gerard’s POV

I woke up hours later, sleep still clouding my thoughts, making my vision fuzzy. I slowly rose from the bed, my hair disheveled and my clothes twisted uncomfortably. As I blinked my eyes a few times, I took in my surroundings, panicking. Where am I? Suddenly, the memories of yesterday’s events came back to me. Oh my god… I brought my hand up to my face, rubbing it harshly, as if trying to forget. I let my senses take over, putting my “defense mechanism” to use to find out the time… It was a little past midday- probably three o’ clock. I always had a way to tell the time of day. My brother joked about it being my “spidey senses tingling”, but it was probably a defense for vampires from the sun even though I didn’t need it.

Today, I would have to help make the house a “home” as my parents had put it. Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect from them. They could technically still ground me. Even though I was a vampire, I was also just their rebellious, first born, teenage kid. I would never harm my parents. Despite everything that they had done to me— from accepting me as a vampire to caring about my feelings— I couldn’t hate them. I need to go upstairs. I laughed again at the thought of me being in the basement. I liked the seclusion, the privacy. I was unsure of what to do. I bet Mikey was upstairs sleeping. As for my parents…

“We need to talk,” I heard the voice of my dad as I made my way into the living room. It had improved since yesterday. They must have gotten a lot done while we were out. There was about three boxes and a couch, a chair, table, TV- it pretty much looked lived in. I opened my mouth to speak, but my dad held up his hand. “Michael is a… vampire,” he huffed. I wasn’t sure where he was going with this. “Are you sure he wanted this?” He asked me.

“Dad, he’s been asking me for years. I told him no and then he turned 16, and kept asking. I’m sure that he thought about his decision before he made it,” I assured him. This was going much better than I expected, probably due to the fact that my mother wasn’t here. I studied my dad’s expression as he stood there silently, reaching out my senses again to catch glimpses of his emotions. I had been practicing these simple abilities all summer and recently, I had gotten better. Anger, confusion, loss, and finally love.

“I just want you to know that no matter who or what you and your brother are, I will always love you guys. I don’t approve of what you did, because it was behind our backs. Gerard, Mikey was still too young to make a decision like that.” It sounded like he was scolding me, and I really don’t like being treated like that.

“You wouldn’t know,” I said, my eyes narrowing, “You’ve hardly paid any attention to me or Mikey since I turned.” I didn’t yell, unlike Mikey yesterday. My father sighed as if in defeat.

“I talked to your mom. She feels the same way I do, but I explained to her that we are going to have to accept this.” I didn’t see a point in pushing the matter further. I was almost positive that after a few days, they would go back to barely acknowledging my existence. They loved making problems over everything, just to make a big deal, and this situation was no different. I pushed past my dad and went up the stairs to find Mikey. I entered the door at the end of the hall, opposite our parents’ room. I was sort of taken aback by what I saw. He was just sitting there on the bed, his hands clasped together, staring blankly at the yellowing trim on the wall. There were deep circles under his eyes and he didn’t even notice me as I stood in the doorway.

“Mikey?” I said softly. This couldn’t be good. He finally moved, blinking a few times. He cleared his throat and stood up, swaying slightly. “Did you get any sleep?” I asked him.
“Yea, a little bit. I just couldn’t, you know? I’m- It’s just not my room…” he said distantly. I was starting to become concerned.

“Are you sure?” I asked even though I knew something was wrong.
“I mean this! I’m okay. Trust me,” he said, throwing up is arms. I took the hint and dropped the subject.

“Okay, okay. Any way, we need to get all of our things from my car and put together the rooms. We only have today to get situated Mikes. We have to go to school tomorrow,” I informed him sadly. He just looked around and rubbed his hand all the way down his face, looking really tired.

“Let’s not waste any time then,” he said. We hurried around for the remaining time of the day. I told him what our dad had said to me and Mikey didn’t react much. He acted like he didn’t care. In a few short hours, my innocent brother had changed drastically. I was determined to get over this drama. I would make sure that my little brother enjoyed his new life, experiencing all of the things that it has to offer.


Mikey’s POV

I hadn’t slept at all after that nightmare last night. If I began to drift to sleep, sounds would wake me up, and I couldn’t block them out… So I just thought. About nothing and everything. Playing guitar chords in my head, thinking of what the new school was like, what my parents thought of me, Gerard and what he must be feeling. Eventually, my brother came into my room. I hoped that I didn’t scare him by my appearance.

I tried to act normal for the rest of the short day, avoiding my mom and dad completely. I was hungry… in two ways. My stomach was growling, considering I hadn’t eaten in almost two days, but also my throat. Like I was thirsty. I could feel my new fangs trying to poke out from my mouth, but I strained them back, ignoring the scorching, parched feeling for as long as I could. I also found it easier to move the boxes and furniture, doing it without breaking a sweat. Gerard helped me add a few things in my room and we were finished. I grabbed some sodas for us, and my guitar, and we headed into the basement, relaxing. I mindlessly started strumming as we sat there, trying to remember the tune I had made up in my head from earlier. As the notes became clearer Gerard started humming something, his voice weaving in and out of the harmonies. It actually sounded pretty good. It was almost like all of my senses had been magnified and the music sounded even sweeter. Once, I was finished, I looked up at Gerard who was grinning.

“What?” I asked skeptically.

“You’re really good, you know that Mikes?” I laughed and shook my head, my hair falling into the front of my glasses.

“I’m tired,” I announced to him. “I need to mentally prepare myself for school tomorrow,” I laughed. My brother got up off the bed and threw away the coke cans and we said goodnight. The dreams wouldn’t come back again tonight, I tried to convince myself. I should have told Gerard. Maybe he could have told me that it was all right. That it was normal. But I had lied to him. I did have trouble sleeping in a strange room, especially after the nightmare, but what I didn’t understand is how I woke up with blood covering my hands and my face…

Notes

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