Dawning Midnight

Chapter two:

"You better run like the devil

'Cause they're never gonna leave you alone

You better hide up in the alley

'Cause they're never gonna find you a home"

Franks POV:

I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing loudly. Groaning, I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I answered the phone, annoyed. "Hello?" I growled in the phone.

"Frank? Its Ray." The voice on the other line said kindly.

"Jesus Christ Ray, couldn't you wait to call me? I'm fucking exhausted." I groaned.

"Well I'm sorry, average people are wide awake at 1 in the afternoon." Ray muttered.

I looked at the small, square alarm clock on my dresser in shock, realizing it was in fact 1 PM.

"Well sorreee" I rolled my eyes.

"Tonight some friends and I are going to the bar, you haven't met them before, they're friends from my old high school. Gerard and Mikey. I think you should meet them." Ray said.

I considered it. Did I really want to hang out with humans? Humans were so gross sometimes and so…annoying. After pondering a moment, I finally agreed. "Yeah, sure. What time?"

"Six." said Ray.

"Sounds good, count me in." I nodded.

"Okay, see you." The line went dead.

Sighing, I hung up and dropped the phone onto the end table and got up, stretching. My muscles ached from the midnight patrol I had gone on last night.

I walked downstairs, sniffing the air, realizing the house was empty, everyone must have left. I smelled the fresh scent of new food added to the fridge, so I grabbed a sandwich from it and shoved it down my throat to help satisfy my now growling stomach. I then headed into the living room, turning on the TV to watch a movie. There was a movie on that made me giggle, it was called Twilight. I rolled my eyes at the silliness of the movie. Vampires sparkling? Werewolves so sexy? If only that was real life!

I leaned my head back, laughing. The human fell in love with a vampire. How could one fall in love with such demons?

As I thought of that, my mind rolled back into a distant memory I had tried to lock up in the back of my mind.

I was stalking a herd of deer on my territory, starving. My hunger drove me forward, and I stalked them through the bushes. I was like their shadow, they never noticed I was there.

I was too involved in the hunt to realize I had left werewolf territory and was now on a vampire's turf. I had leapt at the deer, ready to bring it down, when a vampire had launched himself at me.

I was caught off guard completely, and I never feared for my life so much before. I remember his teeth tearing through my shoulder, and the searing pain that went through my body as I lay helpless. I looked up at him, hoping he'd kill me quickly and not make me suffer through as much torture as what usual vampires did to werewolves. I had once watched one of my pack mates be burned alive once by a vampire, who just smirked while the wolf screamed in pain, screaming for mercy as he died.

And I remember looking deep into the vampires blazing eyes, surprised by their brown color—usually thirsty vampires had red eyes. And he just kicked me and told me to leave.

I shivered. Why had he let me go? It was against the vampire law to let me go, if a wolf was to venture onto vampire land it was to be punished, usually by death. This was a treaty that was signed by werewolves and vampires once so long ago, and it still remains today.

The image of the vampire who had spared my life was engraved in my mind-His black locks of hair outlined with the milky moonlight, his brown eyes complimenting them all too much, his round face structure, his black eyeliner-He was very handsome indeed, even with my own blood dripping from his fangs.

I realized then I was smiling as I thought of him, and shook my head. I needed to stop thinking of this. It happened many months ago, and it didn't matter now. I changed the channel, putting all my attention into an old western movie.

It was five forty five when I made my way downtown, walking to the bar in which Ray had invited me. I had not very much interest in hanging out at the bar with humans, especially these Gerard and Mikey kids. But I knew that I would have to come, or else Ray would get awfully pissed and bitch at me, and I didn't want that, because Ray was still my friend, as human as he was.

"Hey Frank!" Ray called me over to a table in the bar as I stepped in. The stench of alcohol was overwhelming, and my nose crinkled and I sneezed a bit. Gerard and Mikey were sitting across from Ray. I smiled and took a seat, suddenly smelling an overwhelming scent of vampire. I looked up, realizing it was coming from Gerard.

"Gerard, Mikey, meet Frank." Ray gestured towards me. "Frank, meet Mikey and Gerard."

I froze completely as I looked into Gerard's eyes. The bar background faded, and was replaced by the forest. I imagined my blood dripping from his mouth…

It was him. Gerard was the vampire that had spared my life.

I almost vomited, and I felt dizzy and like I was going to faint.

"Frank? You don't look too good." Ray commented.

No Shit, Ray. "Sorry, I just think I might have a bit of food poisoning from a sandwich I ate earlier." I lied.

I looked up at Gerard again, and he was staring at me curiously. And I saw he was smelling me. Did he recognize my scent?

Panic stricken, I "accidentally" spilled Ray's glass on the floor.

Ray stared at me. "Frank, what the hell?"

"Oh, shit, sorry… Here let me go get a towel to clean that up and get you another glass." before Ray could even open his mouth to argue, I darted away, heading into the bathroom. I then began pacing back and forth to sort out my thoughts.

Gerard was going to recognize me soon enough. And what then? Maybe he would kill me. Should I thank him? Should I try to pretend nothing ever happened? But what if he killed me? Technically, he was supposed to kill me. Now that he knows my human form, it now even easier for him to hunt me down. Oh fuck, I was so screwed.

I started to bang my head against the wall, groaning.

I should just give up.

I was going to die.

Gerard's POV

As soon as Frank entered, I sniffed the air, and he brought with him the terrible scent of werewolf. I shivered from disgust , the stench becoming stronger as he took a seat across from me. When he looked into my eyes, I thought I recognized his hazel gaze. They almost completely matched the wolf's…

I sniffed the air deeply, and I realized his wolf scent was slightly familiar. All wolves stank, but they all had their different scents to identify them with. This was the wolf I hadn't killed in the forest. My stomach dropped, and I swallowed.

I realized how nervous Frank was, and I realized he must have recognized me as well and I watched him run off, frowning. Maybe he was embarrassed because I would have killed him? or maybe, he feared his life?

Ray sighed. "I don't know what has gotten into him, I'm sorry. He usually is much nicer. You could call him the life of the party." he giggled.

Mikey laughed, continuing the conversation, and I could tell he knew something was up, but something humans couldn't know. And Mikey, being human himself, knew how to keep Ray from questioning further. He began small talk, and I was relieved.

Frank came back not much later, with some paper towels and a newly refilled cup for Ray. He handed it to Ray and cleaned up the mess he caused. I watched him curiously.

"It's about time!" Ray laughed.

Frank laughed awkwardly, sitting across from me. Not even looking at me.

"So guys, I was thinking," Ray cleared his throat, noticing the awkward silence. "Maybe we could like, I don't know start a band."

"Sounds cool." Frank said softly, staring at the table.

"Start a band." I echoed. Yeah, sounds good. If I were a human, I'm sure I'd be jumping up and down at the thought.

Mikey dominated the conversation yet again. "That sounds amazing! Can you imagine? Like going on tour all around the fucking world? Having people screaming your names? Meeting your idols? Having your idols idolize you?" He giggled. "We'd be on top of the world!"

"Yeah! Exactly. I could get Bob or Matt to do the drums… Mikey you could totally be the bassist, Frank could play guitar with me…and Gerard could totally rock the vocals." Ray was beaming.

I snorted. "Yeah, vocals, right. And then we'll have flying pigs as our pets and invent the time machine." I was still watching Frank. But he was playing with his fingers.

"Come on Gerard, I'm serious. Don't you think it's worth a shot? You could change your life! Isn't being an animator boring?" Ray said.

Yeah, like I was an animator. I sighed. If only I was. I used that as a cover up lie. Truth was, I had no job at that moment. "Yeah, I'll get back to you on that offer Ray." I said.

"Excuse me, I feel sick." Frank suddenly stood up. He looked completely fine. "I really need to head home. I'll catch you later Ray." He then practically ran out of the bar.

Franks POV

I ran out of the bar quickly, and as soon as I was out of the view of any human I shifted into my wolf form, racing through the streets. Rain was falling, but I didn't mind getting my fur wet. I ran for awhile alone, before a familiar voice spoke to me.

Frank? Bob, one of my pack mates, voice entered my mind. Are you okay?

No, I'm not okay. I began to think about all the things that had been bothering me so Bob could see it as well.

Oh. Here I'm coming to you.

No, Bob, I really want to be left al-

I gasped, skidding to a halt as someone stood in front of me.

It was Gerard.