Vampires Will Never Hurt You

Gerard’s POV

As usual, the sun woke me up before my alarm clock could. I sat up in bed and wiped the grogginess from my face. Today we were starting school. It was going to prove to be difficult considering classes had already been going on for two months. We were going to have to adjust. Just as I always do first thing in the morning, I went upstairs and made coffee. I brought the steaming cup back to my room, not really in a hurry because it was only 6:30 and I still had plenty of time. I relished the taste of the sweet liquid, not caring as I burned my mouth as I swallowed. I walked over to my closet and picked out my clothes for today. Black and gray t-shirt, black denim jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. I preferred blending into the background, wishing to remain unnoticed by everyone. I learned this technique the hard way at my old school- Tucker High.

As I finished dressing, I heard scrambling up in the kitchen notifying me that Mikey was awake. My parents don’t bother getting up early in the morning. I was sort of looking forward to today, surprisingly. I guess after everything, I just wanted to begin my “new start”. Butterflies flew around in my stomach for no reason as I looked at my schedule for what seemed like the twentieth time. I had chosen art and music of course, sense those were my two most favorite things in the world. I grabbed my sketchbook, a notebook, and some pens. I really didn’t know what else I would need today. I shoved the things in my torn up backpack that I had “decorated” with red threads and safety pins with a grenade heart in the middle… Yeah, whatever. I like to be creative. I stomped up the stairs being less graceful than I normally am.

Entering the kitchen, I saw my brother ready for school, his bag slung carelessly over his shoulder, and his glasses slipped to the end of his nose fogging up from the coffee steam. I just stood there as we seemingly exchanged unspoken words.
“Would you mind not taking your precious time. We have to walk you know,” I informed him sarcastically.

“Or we could run,” he smirked back. Oh yeah. I forgot. I rolled my eyes at him and smiled, heading towards the door. Before I could reach it, I saw a figure blur past me and shut the door in my face. Oh it was so on… I whipped it open and ran out at full speed, going so fast that I was almost out of breath. Eventually I caught up to my brother and crashed into him, causing him to tumble to the ground with an audible smack. We both started laughing, my cheeks flushed from the cold air, and Mikey’s hair looking windblown. I pushed myself off the ground and offered Mikey my hand.

“You can’t beat me,” I told him.

“Yea, well we still have the ‘walk’ back from school,” he said. The building came into view and the butterflies came back to attack me again, only this time they felt like bats. Or knives, twisting in my stomach… Yea, that was more accurate. Mikey was a sophomore and I was a senior, so we had to go our separate ways, briefly hugging and promising to meet up after dismissal. I re-read m schedule again, even though I already had it memorized. My first class was Coordinate Algebra 2 and Analytic Geometry. Unfortunately, my grades had gotten me placed in the advanced classes, even though I didn’t want to be. I was too smart for my own good, but I couldn’t help that my vampire mind was made that way. I made my way to my locker, which was outside of my homeroom, and then I heard something.

“Fag! How would you like to spend some quality time with the inside of your locker?”

Someone said really loudly as other people joined in with a chorus of insults. I couldn’t see where they were, but I could hear them. I tasted the air, parting my mouth slightly as I took in the jumble of emotions. Hatred, anger… fear, sadness. The last two stood out the most. I quickly rounded the corner determined to see what was going on.

About five guys were standing around a short dude. They had him backed into a corner next to some lockers. Suddenly, one of them grabbed the kid by the front of the shirt, throwing him back against the wall. I looked around, to see if any teachers were coming. How come they never come around unless YOU were the person being bad? The rest of the teenagers flung insults left and right at the boy, now sitting on the ground. He jumped up off the floor, retaliating by shoving the other guy in the chest, only to be brutally slammed into the locker again. Okay that was it.

“I think that’s enough,” I said calmly, walking a few feet forward. The group split up, leaving the two boys standing in the middle of the circle. The attacker glared at me and spit on the ground.

“Who are you? Are you this fag’s fuck buddy?” He snickered and the rest of the people joined in. I smirked back at him.

“Oh how did you guess?” I said in mock surprise, and I strode up face to face with the guy. “Now please shut up, because I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth,” I said, grabbing the front of his shirt like he did to the other boy, bringing his face close to mine. Now it was the other people’s turn to laugh at what I said.

“What the hell? Who do you think—” I cut him off as I threw him to the other side of the hall, his body slouching against the locker. Now I glared at him, purposely making my eyes glow brighter, extending my fangs. So much for blending into the background. The rest of the group stepped backwards a few feet, leaving with shocked gasps until it was me, the small boy, and bully.

“Leave this kid alone,” I growled. “Unless you want to see my bad side,” I said dangerously. The dude’s jaw dropped and then closed again as he nodded his head furiously, and ran down the hall. I turned back the other guy. He stared at me with this astonished expression on his face, and then I remembered I needed to retract my fangs. After I did, I heard his heart rate calm down greatly.

“Uh, Gerard…” I said, holding out my hand. There was something oddly familiar about this person, though I couldn’t place it.

“F-f-fra-ank,” he said stuttering violently. He grasped my hand cautiously and with a simple touch, the memories zapped through my mind again.

He stalked down the hallway, keeping close to the wall, his arm brushing the lockers at times. Head down, his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets, he made his way to class. The boy sat in the back of the classroom, away from prying eyes. Shoulders hunched, he stared at the profanities scribbled all over the filthy desk. Paper balls littered the floor all around him as the trash was thrown at him along with insults. The same insults that he was forced to hear every single day that he was in this cursed building. The teenager pulled his hood over his messy mop of black hair, hiding his eyes, and laid his head down on the desk.

He breathed in a shaky breath, but wasn’t expecting his exhale to come out sounding like a sob. Somehow the few paper balls had brought down the whole wall he had built around himself, never letting people in, never letting the assaults get to him. Today, they had succeeded. The boy stayed like this for the whole period. Eventually the taunting students became bored, and as the bell rang, he rushed out of the classroom. He pushed his way through the congested hallway again, trying to avoid the pushes and shoves in every direction. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing that they had finally achieved to destroy him. The worthless being. ‘No hope for me,’ the boy thought, repeating the words in his mind that had been told to him countless times by countless people.

The tears blinding his eyes, he stumbled into someone and they both fell, papers scattering all over the floor. The drawings fell out of his art book, mixing with the papers from the other person’s notes. He looked up, his eyes widening as he took in the most breath taking sight, but also widening in fear. The constant attacks had made him panicky and anxious, afraid of the abuse that would be inflicted upon him at the slightest misstep. Surprisingly, the boy simply gazed back at him.

“I’m sorry,” the short teenager apologized. He began picking up the papers as did the other boy, one paper in particular catching his eye. It looked like song lyrics with guitar chords written above the words. The title of the messy page being- “The Only Hope for Me is You”. A curious name for a song. The teenager quickly gathered his things together, hoping that the other person hadn't seen his artwork. Just has he was about to leave, the other boy spoke.

“Uh, my name is Frank,” the words stumbled out of his mouth. He stared at Frank. A his gorgeous hazel eyes, his lip ring, his mowhawk with blonde shaved sides on his head, and the tattoo poking out of the collar of his t-shirt.

“G-Gerard,” he responded nervously. He stared as Frank extended his hand, unsure of what to do. After a few moments hesitation, he grabbed it cautiously, unused to the kind treatment. As their skin touched, it felt like electric currents shot up Gerard’s arm. He quickly jerked his hand away and mumbled a lame excuse about needing to get home. Gerard quickly walked to his house and ran up the stairs to his room—his sanctuary from the world. He took in the sight. Band posters scattered across the walls, a few prized drawings… He made his way over to one, ripping it from its place on the wall. He’d done this one of a person over the summer. It was of a boy, created while he was bored—a doodling you might say.

Black mowhawk, blonde sides, shiny lip ring, scorpion tattoo on the neck. A piece of Gerard’s imagination… or so he thought…

Someone cleared their throat, brining Gerard back to the present. He realized he was still holding Frank’s hand and he dropped it. He checked the time noticing that they were already fifteen minutes late. He spun around to get to class as he read the boy’s emotions one more time: admiration, confusion… realization. He heard the boy call out his name but Gerard sped up his walking until he reached the classroom door. ‘He remembered,’ Gerard thought. How was it possible?...

Notes

So I guess I'll try to update every Saturday or something. I don't like begging for comments, but come on, I know I have subscribers on this story, and people's comments is really what motivates me to write more. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter even though it isn't completely new, it was one of my favorites to write. The next completely new chapter will be 9.

-I Love All the Poison

p.s. Please come to my house and help me clean my room. ugh
p.p.s- Did anyone get the heart and safety pins on the backpack reference? "The Bird and the Worm"- The Used "He wears his heart safety-pinned to his backpack, his backpack is all that he knows..." I absolutely love that song and my brother made his bag in high school like that.