Dawning Midnight

"Oh how wrong we were to think,

that immortality meant never dying"

Gerard's POV

Darkness enveloped the forest around me, the only light was the small threads of moonlight that leaked from the clouds and spilled onto the ground. I walked through the night, smelling the air. There was a faint scent of deer, but they had come several hours ago. Frustrated, I jumped into a tree.

I crouched on a tree branch, my eyes scanning the forest floor for the sign of a kill. Anything, I was so thirsty.

I licked my lips as I caught the sweet scent of three deer making their way through the fallen leaves and underbrush. The burning in my throat increased, and I prepared for attack. I crouched as the deer came into view, and was about to leap when I heard a twig snap. Pausing, I sniffed the cool air. But the breeze was coming from the opposite direction the sound came from, so I couldn't identify what I was up against. A growl of frustration rose in my throat.

Suddenly, a figure shot from the bushes, heading right into the small herd of deer. Two of the deer veered away, scampering off into the night. The other tried to follow, but the creature, who I realized had a very large canine shape, had a hold of its leg, causing the deer to scream.

The breeze died down, and the smell of blood overpowered everything, except the terrible stench of a wolf. I narrowed my eyes as I saw that there was, in fact, a werewolf taking my kill.

I changed my hunt at this moment, now targeting the wolf. I pinpointed where I would leap and land, battle techniques I had learned over the years swirling through my head.Go for the throat Gerard, go for the throat my father's words echoed through my head, the last time I had killed a werewolf under his training.

I launched myself at the wolf, going right for his throat. He yelped in shock as I pinned him to the ground, but he quickly fought back. With an incredible amount of force he slipped his paws under me and shoved me off.

I flew off, regaining balance quickly and dodged an attack. I watched the injured deer run off, and even more frustration arose within me. The stupid mutt made me lose my kill. Oh, would he pay. With his life.

I jumped into the tree, targeting the wolf yet again. I leapt, and pinned the wolf to the ground, tearing at its shoulder, tasting the sweet tang of wolf blood. He yelped in pain and tried to squirm away. I smirked and was about to go for the throat when something stopped me.

You can call it fate, you can call in coincidence, but whatever it was it made me stop and look into the eyes of this wolf. His hazels eyes looked back at me with fear. As if begging me not to kill him.

I inhaled, and kicked the wolf away roughly, disgusted. "Get off of my territory, flea bag. I won't be too forgiving next time." I hissed.

The wolf turned, obeying, and sprinted away, tail between his legs.

And I had absolutely no idea why I had let him get away.

"Gerard, get up."

I groaned. "No."

Mikey was standing at the foot of my bed, and ripped the covers off. "You know dad wants you to hunt with him."

"I don't want to go!" I hissed, snatching the covers from him, and being stronger ripping them out of his hands, and covering my face with them.

"Gerard."

"Go away."

"Gerard."

"I'm sleeping."

"Shut up, you're half vampire you don't even need to sleep."

"Nonsense."

"Gerard Arthur Way, get out of bed." Another voice came from the door, loud and booming. Instantly I threw the covers off and looked into the eyes of my father. His pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, his sharp fangs visible when he bared his teeth at me from anger. I jumped out of bed, not looking away from his cold stare.

"Well…You guys can do your vampire stuff." Mikey muttered, and backed out of the room.

My father made his way over to me, and lifted my chin. "Ah, my son, its been so long. Finally we can go on a father son hunt once more." He smiled at me. "You have grown so much within the last year."

I smiled. "I have, and I have been practicing the things you taught me, father."

"Good boy, I'm sure you have. Your mother told me you came home with werewolf blood on you, you killed him didn't you?" He stared at me.

I flinched a bit. He expected me to answer yes. Because if I didn't…he'd have to disown me. It was a disgrace to a family if a vampire would let a werewolf live that had trespassed our territory. So I was forced to lie. I knew he was referring to those many months ago, when I had encountered the wolf in the woods as he tried to steal a deer. My stomach twisted as I remembered the wolf's hazel gaze burning into me, full of fear. "Of course, the stupid thing tried to steal my kill." I whispered.

"That's my boy!" He punched my shoulder roughly, smiling. "I'm so proud of you!"

I felt guilt gnaw at my stomach, knowing I had lied to him. Stupid human emotions kicking in.

"Now, hunting time." He smiled and walked behind me and opened my window, disappearing through it. I followed, racing after him.

Once I had caught up to my father, I looked at him as we ran. "Why did we jump through the window?"

"Because its cooler." he laughed, and I laughed too.

I smiled and looked away, staring ahead of me; praying that the werewolf incident would never be brought up again, and that I wouldn't have to deal with consequences from it. But I knew I had gotten myself in a lot of trouble.