"At least you aren't a vampire like I thought you were," said Bob as he pushed himself up, sitting on the bed and yawning. Ray opened the closet and found a beanbag chair and a small, blue blanket. Mikey just let himself fall onto the carpet, snores erupting from him almost immediately. Frank found that he was incredibly tired.
I guess dying really takes it out of a person.
Gerard looked a little groggy himself, swaying in his spot to keep himself awake.
"Why don't you guys stay over?" stated Frank, getting up and grabbing Gerard's glove-clad hand and hauling him up.
Ray flopped down on the beanbag. "Way ahead of you, Frankie-boy."
Gerard pulled a phone out of Mikey's pocket (who slept through the wrestling it out of his pocket) and dialed a number. "Hey Dad. Yeah, I know it's late, but we're staying over at a friend's place. Don't go there. Yeah, yeah, I have them. No, I told you I'm not going to. No. By-- Damnit." He threw the phone back at Mikey, who let out a startled cry as it collided with his chest.
"Fu-uck," he groaned, rolling onto his stomach.
"Watch your fucking language, Michael," Gerard chastised, kicking off his shoes and letting them hit his little brother. He groaned again but said nothing, letting his snores fill the room once again. Looking around, Frank noticed that Bob and Ray were out too, all drool-filled mouths and twitching fingers.
Gerard felt a sudden leech wrap itself around him, making him let out a hiss and look down. Frank was clutching him tightly, his face buried in Gerard's chest. The gloved figure stood stark-still for a moment, before wrapping hesitant arms around the shaking figure. "T-thank you, G-Gerard," he whimpered, letting his tears soak the t-shirt Gerard was wearing.
"For what?" he asked delicately, rubbing his back awkwardly.
"Everything, bringing me back. "Y-you didn't have to."
"Bull," whispered Gerard. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself, knowing I killed one of my new friends."
Frank looked up, eyes watery and nose runny; not a particularly pretty sight. "We're friends?"
The black-hair boy chuckled quietly. "I don't resurrect just anyone." He sat down, bringing the brunette with him. He held the boy until he fell asleep, then laid him down next to himself and closed his tired red eyes.
But then they shot open.
Holy shit, this is insane. Frank was like his childe now. A pet. He was stuck with Gerard for the rest of his 'life'. He did not know how innocent little Frank Iero was going to survive around someone like him. The boy was going to be around him 24/7, considering the unstable nature of Gerard's whatever-it-is curse thing.
He was still keeping secrets from his childe, as he had resolved to call him. Secrets he and his childe would have to face together from now on. Secrets that may put his childe in danger, which he did not want. He was determined not to let the life he traded for Frank's go to waste, as he had warned Frank not to let happen.
A wave of conviction shot through his chest. He was not going to let Frank die. Which meant there was no sacrificing himself, no putting himself in harm's, and especially no putting Frank in harm's way.
Well, to be honest, he probably was going to get himself hurt a whole bunch, but it is not like it would be deliberate. Hell, he was not Johnny Knoxville. His pain threshold was pretty high, but he was not about to stand in front of an angry bull anytime soon.
He sighed and glanced at the sleeping childe beside him. He pulled a blanket from underneath Ray's beanbag and placed it over him.
It was going to be a long night.

Notes

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