***Gerard’s POV***


Her lips wore a faint smile as she slept in my arms, and I couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty. I would do anything to protect this girl; I loved her.

When she wasn’t in her dorm last night, I panicked. I knew it was irrational to think Amos took her –because he’s dead- but she could’ve gotten hurt or something. When she answered her phone I felt relieved.

The second Rosalie got through the door she carried a scent I’ve never smelled. It burned something awful, but I tried not to let her see my discomfort. Her hair was even worse; it was like sticking cotton balls full of peroxide up my nose. The smell was gone now, but my suspicions still lingered.

But now I picked up a new scent. A familiar one…

My eyes widened in shock and my body went rigid. Rosalie mumbled in her sleep, and shifted on my chest. I bit my lip, trying to think of how not to wake her. Carefully and quickly, I zipped out from under her. I was so fast she barely noticed, and continued sleeping. I stroked her cheek before jumping out her window into the back area of the building. It was still early morning, so no one should’ve seen me. I ran to my dorm, trailing the scent. I picked up two smells now. Two familiar scents.

I burst through the building door and ran up the stairs to my room. I stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. They were definitely in there, alright. But should I confront them? Would they kill me?

Without further thinking I pushed open the door. Just as I had feared, Frank and Brandon stood motionless at my kitchen table. Their heads jerked up at my entrance. Frank gave me a warm smile, but Brandon stood motionless, glaring at me.

“What are you doing here, with him?” I hissed, gesturing towards Brandon. His fiery eyes burned as he rolled his eyes. Frank gave him a sympathetic look before looking back at me.

“Gerard, he’s in control. Don’t worry. And I already said I’m sorry for what I did. Brandon is sorry, too.” Frank said, putting a hand on Brandon’s shoulder. He gave a hmpf and nodded.

“Then why are you here? To give me another apology?” I growled, putting my hand on the doorknob in case I needed a quick retreat. Frank suddenly became uncomfortable, and fidgeted his stance. Brandon had the same hard stare as he did when I first walked in.

“Well, you see Gerard… we came here to… to warn you. And give you a chance to avoid disaster." Frank murmured. I shook my head in surprise. What the fuck was he talking about?
“What the hell do you mean?” I said, a low rumble coming from my throat. Frank sighed and began playing with his hands.

“Uhm, well-“Frank was cut off by a snarl from Brandon.

“For fucks sake, Frank!” He roared, eyes burning bright. “I can see the future, Gerard. And what I saw made Frank very upset, so we came here to tell you on his behalf.”

I drew my eyebrows together, fear and anger welling up like a balloon inside me.

“What did you see?” I whispered. Brandon gave me a murderous smile before he gave me an answer.

“You hurt her, Gerard. You hurt her bad.” He rumbled. Her? Who di-

I gasped and my hand clenched the doorknob so hard I tore it off. My vision got blurry as I realized what he meant.

“What? What do I do to Rosalie?!” I cried, sliding to the ground. No, no, not my baby. I could never hurt my sugar.

“I don’t want to go into specifics Gerard, but she ends up on life support for the next few months until her father pulls the plug. They never find the villain who ripped her to pieces. And to think it all started with a fight, and some blood.” He laughed.

I suddenly saw Rosalie and me arguing in her dorm room. Our voices were muffled shouts, but I could see she was crying, and her face was red. She picked up a lamp and threw it at me, which I deflected. The lamp came sailing back at her and smashed against her face, leaving her nose and head bloody. My rage and thirst combined, I lost control.

My vision came back and I realized I was sobbing.

“I would never do that to her. Never.” I cried, gripping my hair. Frank shook his head sadly.

“Gerard, you saw what Brandon saw. He can’t be lying.” He whispered, suddenly beside me. My cries choked me up as I tried to answer, but I couldn’t. “We came here to offer you a choice Gee. You can come live with us up in Canada, and keep Rose safe. Brandon would have his eyes on her to see what she would be doing. Or you could stay here, and let that happen to her.”

My mind raced with his words, and their faces. I could hear Frank pleading that I would come with them, and I could see Rosalie’s mangled up body lying in a hospital bed, her father weeping besides her.

I thought of all I had put her through. Ever since she met me her life has been a mess.

My Rosalie, mon ange. How could I let her go?

But how could I let this happen to her?

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***Rosalie’s POV***


I woke up to find my dorm empty. Sitting up, I yawned and reached for my phone. No new messages or updates; the usual. I groggily got up and walked put on my shoes lying near the door. I really didn’t care about my clothes. As I walked down the stairs and out the door to the Starbucks, I called Gerard. It rang three times before he picked up.

“Hello,” His voice sounded raspy. I was suddenly worried.

“Hey Gee, is everything alright?” I asked, playing with my hair.

“Y-yeah. Look Rose I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up hurriedly. I bit my lip, and felt anxiety start to tear at the seams of my body. “No Rose. You will not have an anxiety attack.” I told myself over and over again. He probably just found out about somebody he used to know or something. He’ll come around.

I was glad we had this week off, because I seriously needed it. They called it a “Headmaster Holiday” Which is basically when the Headmaster says “Fuck it, no school this week.” so that’s pretty cool.

I ordered an Oreo frap and sat at a table near the window. Rain began splattering against the big window, and I heard thunder in the distance. I smiled. I loved thunderstorms.

The rest of the night, Gerard didn’t contact me. It was nine when I decided to go over to his dorm. When I opened the door, the dorm was abandoned. I assumed he was hunting, but a deeper worry pulled at my heart.

I fell asleep sad, alone in my quiet dorm. Gerard’s lullaby was my only company.

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The next day was the same. And the next day. Gerard stopped picking up his phone and answering my texts. I felt depression claw at my chest, but I refused to give in. I would not give up this easily.

On Tuesday, I was watching AHS when there was a knock on my door. I rushed over and yanked it open. There was my Gee, standing against the frame. His eyes were a black gold, and the shadows under his eyes suggested he hasn’t slept. He looked wrong.

“What? Where have you been?” I cried frantically. He recoiled, not looking at my face.

“Take a walk with me.” He murmured, and turned away to walk down the stairs. I could hear the rain roaring on the walls of the building, but I didn’t care. I quickly grabbed a sweatshirt and my boots and ran after him.

Lightning flashed above us as he led me into a small clearing in a garden. Trees surrounded us, making the rain not as bad. We stood facing each other, only a few feet apart. It made me uncomfortable; I needed to be closer.

There was silence between us. The only sound was the rain and thunder in the distance.

His mouth trembled, trying to form words for several minutes. I stood there, heart pounding. I thought I was going to pass out.

“I’m leaving.” He said. His voice was flat, monotonous. I crinkled my nose.

“You usually don’t do this when you leave to hunt.” I laughed nervously. He turned away, but I could see the pain on his face.

“No, Rosalie, I’m leaving you.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Thunder roared overhead and I felt bile rise in my throat.

“What?” I gasped, my knees quivering.

“I’m leaving you Rosalie. You’re better off.” He said over the wind. I stumbled forward, reaching out to him. He grabbed my wrists fiercely and shoved them down against my sides.

“N-no! I need you!” I cried, trying to break from his grip. Gerard’s mouth was set in a hard line. His eyes were moist, but unforgiving.

“Rosalie, I am bad for you. You need to live a normal life without my presence. All I do is hurt you.” He said sternly. I shook my head, my wet hair flying everywhere.

“Why are you doing this to me? Let me come with you! If it’s about college, I can g-“He cut my off with his hand against my lips.

“I don’t want you to come with me.” He said slowly, his eyes cold.

“You don’t want… me?” I sounded confused. And I was.

“No.”

His eyes were now void of any agony or sorrow.

“Gerard…” I began, but his jaw clenched and he looked away.

“I don’t love you, Rosalie.”

The words launched another attack of punches. Each thing he said knocked down the wall of defenses I had.

“Oh.” I squeaked.

“Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” He said with a hint of pleading in his voice. I managed a small nod as the rain became worse, and drenched me. At least it looked like I wasn’t crying now.

“Goodbye Rose.” He whispered, releasing my wrists.

And he was gone.

My head spun and I tried to walk towards the woods. I was dizzy, and I couldn’t concentrate.

I finally accepted it was over.

I dropped to my knees and wailed. Sobs wracked my body so hard I repeatedly bit my tongue. I screamed his name, until my throat felt raw. The rain made me numb, but it couldn’t make the ache in my heart go away.

It felt like someone had taken a knife and severed the line of stitches he had sewn, repairing my past.

And now it was open, and oh, was it bleeding.

It got dark and so did my mind. Lightning illuminated my cold, pale hands and shivering body.

I slipped into unconsciousness just as I heard heavy footsteps. Someone scooped me up into their warm arms, and carried me away.

I was still screaming his name.

Notes

I cried

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