Gerard's POV:

I fumbled with the brush, trying to pull it out of my tangled hair. I cursed under my breath as I tugged.
"Gerard?"
I jumped, tearing the brush from my hair and ripping out a huge clump. The bristles were covered in a tangled mess of black. "Fuck! What?" I turned around and sighed as I realized it was Akina.
"Sorry, just wondering if you were hungry."
"I'm good, thanks though." I sighed.
She nodded. "Kay. If you're hungry you know where the food is." She headed out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
We- Matt, Mikey, Ray, Frank, Bob, and I- all had been staying with Akina for a week so far. She was Bob's friend, I assumed they met at a bar or something, since Bob did go out to drink a lot. She was very kind to all of us, and invited us to stay as long as we wanted. We were all trying to figure out what to do with ourselves right now.
We had a meeting every night to discuss what our plans were. Frank and Bob explained the plans of their pack before they both left the pack. For some reason they were after my father, some reason no one quite knew. Yet.
Ray and Matt explained I was also in danger from the hunters, they were trying to find me, and they couldn't stop the hunt just yet.
So right now, we were kind of stuck in New York City.
Frank and I hadn't spoke for the whole week. He refused to even look at me. Even upon handing him food, he didn't meet my stare, and grunted a quick thank you before taking the bowl.
I guess I couldn't blame him, though.
What I did was kind of unfair, I should have listened to him that day, but no, I had to go and punch him. I clenched my fist in anger and my eyes watered again. I pressed my head against the wall and started to cry for the millionth time this week. I banged my fist against the wall. Why!? Why did I have to be so stupid?
I brought myself to the dresser and watched my eyeliner smear down my face with tears. I continued to stare in the mirror, wishing I could smash it and just end myself already. I didn't want to be alive anymore.
If I still was.
I picked up a pocket knife that lay on the dresser and flipped it open, staring at the tempting blade.
I looked down at my arm and bit my lip. I could just make a few cuts... No one would know. And It'd really help.
I brought the blade to my wrist and closed my eyes as I quickly dragged the blade across the skin, feeling the overwhelming sensation and adrenaline rush as blood dripped from the gash. I did this several more times, cleansing myself of all thoughts of Frank.
I panted and stared at my work. I licked up as much blood as I could and froze as I heard footsteps.
"Gee?" I heard Mikey's gentle voice come from the doorway.
I drew in a deep breath and brought myself to look at my brother. He look genuinely concerned. "Yeah Mikes?"
He looked at my wrist and gasped. "Oh my God..." He walked over and reached for my wrist, but I pulled away.
"Get the fuck away from me." I hissed.
"Gerard...why would you do that?" Mikey's eyes started to water.
"Mikey, get out."
"No-"
"I said get out!" I flashed my fangs at him and lunged, and Mikey ran out of the room as fast as he could, and I felt guilty almost instantly.

Franks POV:
I was outside smoking a cigarette when Mikey burst out. His cheeks were wet from tears.
"Frank, Gerard needs you."
"Why?" I growled, exhaling and watching smoke climb up the sky.
"He's been crying all week, and he just cut himself. Frank, I'm terrified he's going to kill himself. He needs you."
"H-He what?" I looked Mikey, concerned.
"He keeps telling me he wishes he was dead. Frank, he really loves you. Hes so upset about what he did. You need to forgive him."
I sighed and put out my cigarette. "I'll go talk to him."
"Thank you Frank." Mikey smiled.
I nodded and headed upstairs. I drew in a deep breath as I reached Gerard's bedroom, I could hear him breathing heavily from crying. I gathered all my courage and entered the room.
Gerard turned his head and looked at me, shocked. I shut the door behind me.
"Let me see your arm." I demanded almost right away.
He suddenly seemed to be ashamed and averted his eyes. "I-I'm fine." He croaked.
"Gerard, I'm dead fucking serious. Show me your arm right now." I walked over to him.
He shakily showed me his arm.
I looked at the cuts and my eyes watered. "Gee..."
"I'm so sorry." He whispers. "I'm such a dick. I can't believe I did what I did... I just wish... you would've let me drown."
"Gerard...don't say that please..." I looked him in the eyes.
"I'm just saying how I feel."
I sighed and wiped some tears from my eyes. "I forgive you."
"W-what?" Gerard looked up at me.
"I know you're sorry Gerard. I love you."
Gerard's eyes started to have light again. "I love you too."
I hugged him, and as we hugged I took a small bite from my arm. When I pulled away I drizzled some of my blood on Gerard's cuts, and they started to heal quickly.
"Thank you." Gerard smiled weakly.
I pressed my finger into his lips. "Hush baby."
His eyes really gleamed at the word 'baby' and I couldn't contain myself much longer. I leaned forward and kissed him passionately.
Gerard moaned softly, surprised, but kissed back with just as much passion. Fuck, how I missed this.
I caressed his cheek, and wiped any remaining wetness from tears from his face.
As the kiss started to get heated, I pushed Gerard down on the bed, causing him to moan louder. I straddled him and started rocking my hips as I kissed him.
Gerards cock started to get hard, and so did my own. We were both blushing, never been in a sexual situation together before.
I continued to rock my hips, moaning out in pleasure as Gerard bucked his hips.
For several minutes we continued this, until finally Gerard reached his orgasm first, moaning out my name as he came, and I could feel the wetness already through both his pants and mine. Fuck, did he come a lot. Shortly after I came too, and we panted as we rode out our orgasms.
I laid in the bed beside him, panting. He gave me a smile and cuddled into me, and I wrapped my arms around him.
"I love you Gee." I whispered.
"Love you too Frankie." He yawned sleepily and cuddled into my chest. I smiled and held him close.
I closed my eyes and listened as Gerard's breathing grew slower as he fell into a deep sleep. Nothing in the entire world ever felt more peaceful.
I was away from my pack, safe in New York with Gerard. He was safe here in my arms, and we were safe, at least for today.
Of course, this comforted feeling of safety was not to last.

Several days later Akina came in the kitchen where we all were eating lunch, her eyes wide with fear. She was panting. We all looked at her with concern.
"You all need to get out of here. Now."