Can You Stake My Heart?
Just Sleep
***Rosalie’s POV***
Rain drummed lightly on my bedroom window. The weather forecasted a break in the rain, but then a severe thunderstorm over a couple days. I was okay with that; I loved thunderstorms.
The CD’s Gerard had given me were mostly his favorite bands, which I enjoyed too. The blank CD’s -to my surprise- were songs that Gerard had composed himself and sang. I cherished them and constantly had them on repeat. The drawings and photos of us were scattered around my walls. I kept our selfie in a picture frame on my nightstand. It helped ward off bad dreams.
I was doodling in my notebook, waiting for Nina to get back. Ever since the whole thing with Brandon, she’s changed. She’s no longer the peppy over-talkative pixie girl I’ve come to know and love. Now she barely even laughs. I’m worried about her; worried that she’s going to become like me. I shivered at the thought.
I heard the door open and gently close from the main room. Quickly, I shut my notebook and raced to the living room. She was shaking off a bright red umbrella, causing drops of rain to scatter along the floor.
“Hey, Nina.” I chided, leaning against the kitchen counter. She didn’t acknowledge me, and began taking off her boots. I tapped my fingers on the granite. What was I supposed to do?
“We need to talk, Rosalie.” She sighed, shrugging off her black raincoat. I bit my lip. Uh oh.
“Sure.” I walked over and sat on the couch. She didn’t join me. Nina remained by the door, her arms crossed.
“I’m leaving.” She said flatly. I shot up from the couch.
“What?! Why!?” I cried, rushing over to her. She was looking at her feet, tears spilling over her eyelashes.
“I’m going to a clinic. I can’t live like this anymore. I think I have depression.” She whispered. I know I should’ve felt pity, but all I felt was anger. She couldn’t live like this anymore? It hadn’t even been a full month since Brandon and Frank left. I’ve been dealing with it all my life. And for fucks sake she wasn’t even sure she had it! I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “Some people are different than you, Rosalie.” I said to myself.
“I’m sorry Nina. How long will you be gone?” She shrugged at my question.
“You’ll have the dorm to yourself for a while. I’m leaving as soon as my mom gets here.” She sighed, walking towards her room. “Most of my stuff is packed. Sorry I’m leaving on such short notice.”
“It’s fine. Just get better, okay?” I said, trying to sound optimistic. I heard her scoff as her door slammed shut. I didn’t want to be here when her mom arrived, but Gerard was hunting again today. I sighed, racking my brains for something to do. Suddenly, I thought of Josh and Danny. It was Friday, so no doubt Josh would be at the tattoo parlor. I hadn’t seen him since my first tattoos.
I quickly scribbled Nina a goodbye note, and pulled on my raincoat. I had on a pair of high combat boots, black pants, and a sweater. The late October air was cooling against my skin as I walked out the doors and towards my seldom used car. The rain wasn’t getting worse, but it wasn’t getting better as I drove off towards the parlor.
The bell rang as I pushed open the door, revealing an empty front room.
“Hello? Josh?” I called, but got no answer. Cautiously I made my way into the tattoo room, and found that to be abandoned too. I briskly walked over to the back, where a door stood. I assumed it’s were Josh lived. Knocking quietly didn’t do any good. Why was the door unlocked if he wasn’t here? I turned away and began walking back to my car when a door opened behind me.
“Hey! Rosalie!” Josh called, standing in the doorway. I smiled, relieved to have someone to hang out with. “Err… how did you get in here?” He asked, moving his eyes from me to the front door.
“Uhm, the door was unlocked…?” I laughed. He frowned, but quickly switched it for a grin.
“Come inside. Danny’s here; he told me you guys met.” I blushed at the memory of me rudely knocking him down, but put it aside as I entered Josh’s apartment.
The walls were a dark red, and black furniture was scattered throughout the room. Paintings and drawings were all around, and I couldn’t help but stare at some of them. They were so magnificent, it made me jealous. My eyes wandered to Danny who sat on the black leather couch in front of the TV, playing Saints Row IV.
“Hey.” My voice cracked in attempt to sound casual. Danny whipped around, and I could see him blushing.
“Hey.” He said, clearing his throat and turning back to shoot some aliens. Josh rolled his eyes and smiled.
“You can’t talk to him when he’s playing video games.” He laughed. I pursed my lips.
“Then I guess I’ll have to join him in co-op!” I giggled. I saw Danny smile as I jumped over the couch and sat beside him, grabbing a controller.
“First one to run over 20 prostitutes wins.” He said, in his husky voice.
“You’re on.”
I rolled through the front gates and made my way to the dorm. It was about 5 when I left, and now it was 9:30. I had gotten a call from a panicked Gerard asking where I was and if I was alright. After I explained to him what I was doing, he seemed more relaxed; but also a bit annoyed. I promised him I’d be back soon, and I said by goodbyes to the boys.
I had really grown to like Danny. He was actually pretty cool; not socially awkward like he was on the campus. We all talked while we played his PlayStation. It felt good to talk to people.
When I parked in my parking space I saw Gerard’s car in front of the door. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as I locked up my vehicle and ran towards the doors; it was close to pouring now.
I stumbled through my dorm door, my wet boots causing me to slide. A laugh that sounded like bells came from the couch, and my heart swelled. Gerard was grinning at me, his arms outstretched as he was lying on the couch. I ran into his arms, the impact of me hitting his marble flesh hurt a little but I didn’t even care.
“Hello mon ange.” He murmured into my damp hair, kissing my head. I blushed. Mon ange was French for my angel. I felt his nose crinkle in my hair, but it quickly relaxed. “Where were you?” He said, rubbing my back. I sighed happily at the feel of his hands.
“I was hanging out with some friends who own a tattoo place downtown. I guess you know about Nina…” I said, kissing his neck. He tensed at my touch, but relaxed.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. If you ever get lonely, I’ll be here.” He winked, making my cheeks burn. Do you have any tattoos besides the cat?” He asked out of nowhere, pulling me up slightly so I could see his face. His eyes glowed like the sun. I looked away from the hypnotic aura that his gaze produced.
“Well… no.” I muttered, running my fingers through his hair. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“May I see the other?” He smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back, although my hands were trembling. Nobody had seen my lower hip except for Josh of course, but that was his job. This was different.
“Sure.” I said, straightening up so I was sitting on his lap. I saw his jaw clench, and I felt a little ping of victory in my chest. I could eventually get him to cave if I played my cards right. No more virgin for me.
I gently began to slide the side of my jeans off, revealing the top of the elven priestesses head. His eyes widened and he grabbed my hand, stopping them from going further.
“Rosalie,” He pleaded, but I put a finger to his lips.
“You want to see the tattoo, don’t you?” I taunted, and he released my hand. He seemed to relax when he realized that I wasn’t just taking my pants off.
I slid them over the delicate priestess and her cross, trying not to reveal too much of myself. My pants stopped at just the right place; any lower and they would’ve come off. I felt myself blushing as he stared at my hip.
“How ironic.” He murmured, reaching out his hand and gently pulled my jeans back up.
“What’s ironic?” I giggled, lying back down against his chest. I heard no heartbeat come from his body, which spooked me a little. He chuckled, resting his hand across my back.
“She’s holding a cross combined with a stake.” He laughed.
“Oh.” I whispered, getting what he was saying. In old tales, you could kill a vampire by putting a stake through his heart, and ward them off and render them powerless with a cross. I had both of those things combined on my hip. “Great place, Rose. Now he really won’t get in your pants.” I thought, blushing at my own thought. “Does a stake and cross really work?” I asked, tracing patterns on his chest with my finger.
“The stake part, yeah. The cross… I guess if you believe.” He shrugged.
“Hm.” I answered, too tired to talk. I guess he could sense I was tired, because he began to lightly rub my back again.
“Sleep, love.” He whispered, and began to hum one of my favorite songs he wrote. It was a piano piece, and I always listened to it while I would go to bed.
“I love you.” I murmured drowsily, and closed my eyes. He gently kissed my head.
“I love you too.”
I dreamed of Gerard, Frank, and Brandon. Brandon kept whispering to Frank, and Frank would call out to Gerard. Everytime Frank would shout, Gerard would disapear a little. Frantic to save him, I clung to Gerard as tight as I could. The dream ended with Gerard suddenly moving and standing with Frank and Brandon. My screams echoed my head as the dream disappeared.
Rain drummed lightly on my bedroom window. The weather forecasted a break in the rain, but then a severe thunderstorm over a couple days. I was okay with that; I loved thunderstorms.
The CD’s Gerard had given me were mostly his favorite bands, which I enjoyed too. The blank CD’s -to my surprise- were songs that Gerard had composed himself and sang. I cherished them and constantly had them on repeat. The drawings and photos of us were scattered around my walls. I kept our selfie in a picture frame on my nightstand. It helped ward off bad dreams.
I was doodling in my notebook, waiting for Nina to get back. Ever since the whole thing with Brandon, she’s changed. She’s no longer the peppy over-talkative pixie girl I’ve come to know and love. Now she barely even laughs. I’m worried about her; worried that she’s going to become like me. I shivered at the thought.
I heard the door open and gently close from the main room. Quickly, I shut my notebook and raced to the living room. She was shaking off a bright red umbrella, causing drops of rain to scatter along the floor.
“Hey, Nina.” I chided, leaning against the kitchen counter. She didn’t acknowledge me, and began taking off her boots. I tapped my fingers on the granite. What was I supposed to do?
“We need to talk, Rosalie.” She sighed, shrugging off her black raincoat. I bit my lip. Uh oh.
“Sure.” I walked over and sat on the couch. She didn’t join me. Nina remained by the door, her arms crossed.
“I’m leaving.” She said flatly. I shot up from the couch.
“What?! Why!?” I cried, rushing over to her. She was looking at her feet, tears spilling over her eyelashes.
“I’m going to a clinic. I can’t live like this anymore. I think I have depression.” She whispered. I know I should’ve felt pity, but all I felt was anger. She couldn’t live like this anymore? It hadn’t even been a full month since Brandon and Frank left. I’ve been dealing with it all my life. And for fucks sake she wasn’t even sure she had it! I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “Some people are different than you, Rosalie.” I said to myself.
“I’m sorry Nina. How long will you be gone?” She shrugged at my question.
“You’ll have the dorm to yourself for a while. I’m leaving as soon as my mom gets here.” She sighed, walking towards her room. “Most of my stuff is packed. Sorry I’m leaving on such short notice.”
“It’s fine. Just get better, okay?” I said, trying to sound optimistic. I heard her scoff as her door slammed shut. I didn’t want to be here when her mom arrived, but Gerard was hunting again today. I sighed, racking my brains for something to do. Suddenly, I thought of Josh and Danny. It was Friday, so no doubt Josh would be at the tattoo parlor. I hadn’t seen him since my first tattoos.
I quickly scribbled Nina a goodbye note, and pulled on my raincoat. I had on a pair of high combat boots, black pants, and a sweater. The late October air was cooling against my skin as I walked out the doors and towards my seldom used car. The rain wasn’t getting worse, but it wasn’t getting better as I drove off towards the parlor.
The bell rang as I pushed open the door, revealing an empty front room.
“Hello? Josh?” I called, but got no answer. Cautiously I made my way into the tattoo room, and found that to be abandoned too. I briskly walked over to the back, where a door stood. I assumed it’s were Josh lived. Knocking quietly didn’t do any good. Why was the door unlocked if he wasn’t here? I turned away and began walking back to my car when a door opened behind me.
“Hey! Rosalie!” Josh called, standing in the doorway. I smiled, relieved to have someone to hang out with. “Err… how did you get in here?” He asked, moving his eyes from me to the front door.
“Uhm, the door was unlocked…?” I laughed. He frowned, but quickly switched it for a grin.
“Come inside. Danny’s here; he told me you guys met.” I blushed at the memory of me rudely knocking him down, but put it aside as I entered Josh’s apartment.
The walls were a dark red, and black furniture was scattered throughout the room. Paintings and drawings were all around, and I couldn’t help but stare at some of them. They were so magnificent, it made me jealous. My eyes wandered to Danny who sat on the black leather couch in front of the TV, playing Saints Row IV.
“Hey.” My voice cracked in attempt to sound casual. Danny whipped around, and I could see him blushing.
“Hey.” He said, clearing his throat and turning back to shoot some aliens. Josh rolled his eyes and smiled.
“You can’t talk to him when he’s playing video games.” He laughed. I pursed my lips.
“Then I guess I’ll have to join him in co-op!” I giggled. I saw Danny smile as I jumped over the couch and sat beside him, grabbing a controller.
“First one to run over 20 prostitutes wins.” He said, in his husky voice.
“You’re on.”
I rolled through the front gates and made my way to the dorm. It was about 5 when I left, and now it was 9:30. I had gotten a call from a panicked Gerard asking where I was and if I was alright. After I explained to him what I was doing, he seemed more relaxed; but also a bit annoyed. I promised him I’d be back soon, and I said by goodbyes to the boys.
I had really grown to like Danny. He was actually pretty cool; not socially awkward like he was on the campus. We all talked while we played his PlayStation. It felt good to talk to people.
When I parked in my parking space I saw Gerard’s car in front of the door. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as I locked up my vehicle and ran towards the doors; it was close to pouring now.
I stumbled through my dorm door, my wet boots causing me to slide. A laugh that sounded like bells came from the couch, and my heart swelled. Gerard was grinning at me, his arms outstretched as he was lying on the couch. I ran into his arms, the impact of me hitting his marble flesh hurt a little but I didn’t even care.
“Hello mon ange.” He murmured into my damp hair, kissing my head. I blushed. Mon ange was French for my angel. I felt his nose crinkle in my hair, but it quickly relaxed. “Where were you?” He said, rubbing my back. I sighed happily at the feel of his hands.
“I was hanging out with some friends who own a tattoo place downtown. I guess you know about Nina…” I said, kissing his neck. He tensed at my touch, but relaxed.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. If you ever get lonely, I’ll be here.” He winked, making my cheeks burn. Do you have any tattoos besides the cat?” He asked out of nowhere, pulling me up slightly so I could see his face. His eyes glowed like the sun. I looked away from the hypnotic aura that his gaze produced.
“Well… no.” I muttered, running my fingers through his hair. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“May I see the other?” He smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back, although my hands were trembling. Nobody had seen my lower hip except for Josh of course, but that was his job. This was different.
“Sure.” I said, straightening up so I was sitting on his lap. I saw his jaw clench, and I felt a little ping of victory in my chest. I could eventually get him to cave if I played my cards right. No more virgin for me.
I gently began to slide the side of my jeans off, revealing the top of the elven priestesses head. His eyes widened and he grabbed my hand, stopping them from going further.
“Rosalie,” He pleaded, but I put a finger to his lips.
“You want to see the tattoo, don’t you?” I taunted, and he released my hand. He seemed to relax when he realized that I wasn’t just taking my pants off.
I slid them over the delicate priestess and her cross, trying not to reveal too much of myself. My pants stopped at just the right place; any lower and they would’ve come off. I felt myself blushing as he stared at my hip.
“How ironic.” He murmured, reaching out his hand and gently pulled my jeans back up.
“What’s ironic?” I giggled, lying back down against his chest. I heard no heartbeat come from his body, which spooked me a little. He chuckled, resting his hand across my back.
“She’s holding a cross combined with a stake.” He laughed.
“Oh.” I whispered, getting what he was saying. In old tales, you could kill a vampire by putting a stake through his heart, and ward them off and render them powerless with a cross. I had both of those things combined on my hip. “Great place, Rose. Now he really won’t get in your pants.” I thought, blushing at my own thought. “Does a stake and cross really work?” I asked, tracing patterns on his chest with my finger.
“The stake part, yeah. The cross… I guess if you believe.” He shrugged.
“Hm.” I answered, too tired to talk. I guess he could sense I was tired, because he began to lightly rub my back again.
“Sleep, love.” He whispered, and began to hum one of my favorite songs he wrote. It was a piano piece, and I always listened to it while I would go to bed.
“I love you.” I murmured drowsily, and closed my eyes. He gently kissed my head.
“I love you too.”
I dreamed of Gerard, Frank, and Brandon. Brandon kept whispering to Frank, and Frank would call out to Gerard. Everytime Frank would shout, Gerard would disapear a little. Frantic to save him, I clung to Gerard as tight as I could. The dream ended with Gerard suddenly moving and standing with Frank and Brandon. My screams echoed my head as the dream disappeared.
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