Just One More Bite

Rudely, I hang up on Ryan's mother. Frank--err---Ryan couldn't be a vampire. I would have detected his scent ages ago, and he would have been starving from lack of blood nutrition. This isn't Twilight, and were wolves have a distinct scent that I would have detected too. Maybe this was more realistic than what I thought. Maybe Frank's just a look alike?

I scrolled through the whole yearbook, and that was the only picture that matched him perfectly. It was no use, Frank was Ryan. There had to be some explanation to this occurrences. Something. Anything.

Getting up from the seat, I decide the only way to get my answers is to just ask. Perhaps we could share our secrets. He would tell me what's going on and I would admit being a vampire. That could go smoothly, very smoothly.

As I reach my couch, I realize something's wrong. Frank wasn't there.

Don't panic. Don't panic. And I panic.

I slip into light blue jeans, a white Metallica tee, and fit myself into my aged black converse. To top off, I pull at my coat hanger for a black Asking Alexandria hoodie. There's no time to waste, so I run through Jersey (yes, useless I know) yelling Frank's name. And Ryan's name.

"Frank Iero!" I scream to the top of my lungs. "Ryan Pierce!"

While I ran aimlessly, I wondered why Frank had done this. His mother had said he fell long ago, and that he died. What if he faked his death, and I was the only one he thought he could trust? That just couldn't be. And what about those criminal records? That wasn't the Frank/Ryan I knew.

Just like that, I saw a figure running in the distance. Running towards the airport. I stepped in my car, an old grey Volvo, and sped towards him. To my luck, halfway towards Frank, my vehicle ran out of oil. Damn, I am such a bad luck charm.

I disregarded the vehicle and ran by foot to Frank, tackling him to the ground. As he lay on his back, I pulled down his arms with my own weight. I heard every single breath come from his mouth, and they came quickly and helplessly.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I screamed in his face. The same hazel eyes I fell in love with were filled with sadness. Frank kept silent and squirmed from my grasp. It didn't make much of a difference though.

"Now," I breathed violently. "You will tell me what I need to know, and I will tell you what you need to know. It'll be nice and fucking easy."

Still no answer. "Frank, don't fuck with me!" I roared. "I will not leave until I get my answer."

To the outside world, this looked awkward. I mean, we were on the sidewalks of Jersey, and I was on top of Frank. I really didn't want to get evil stares from my neighbors, so I grasped Frank's wrist and pulled him to my apartment. He struggled to get free, and I tightened my grip with my nails. At first, I felt bad that my nails were digging into his flesh. But then again, I am dealing with a person who could be a murderer here.

When I arrive inside, I corner him. "Frank, tell me."

"No!" his eyes were filled with fear. I instantly frowned, and felt terribly guilty. I scare the person who means the most to me, and I have hurt him along the way. Those same hazel eyes are the ones that I fell in love with, the ones with the dark grey-hazel outline and gold, green, and magnificent violet specks..

"Look, Frank, I care about you," I spoke quietly. " You're really the only one I've ever cared about. My own blood, I don't care in the least about them. You are amazing, no matter what you are."

"I'm Frank Iero, always have been, okay?" he screeched. "That's what I am."

My eyes widened. "Frank Iero, are you a vampire?" Perhaps my scents were deceiving me, and maybe he was a vampire.

"Wow, you still believe in that kind of stuff? Grow up, Gerard." Typical vampire excuse.

"You're just like me," I said, demonstrating my fangs up close. "You are one of me, Frank."

"What are you talking about?!" he yelled back.

"I had cancer, and you died just like me," I hissed. "Admit it!"

"I'm not going to admit something to something I'm not!"

"Tell me!" I roared once again. "You better fucking tell me! Don't be ashamed, Ryan!"

Tears started to fall down from Frank's eyes. "Have you ever thought I might be ashamed for what I am? Have you ever thought in the least? The family rejected me, okay? I hate everything about myself, and yet you want me to tell you proudly?!"

He paused. "What I am is not who I envisioned myself to be, and I'm not proud of myself one bit! You don't know a thing about this life, you don't know a thing about this life in one bit..."

"Frank..."

"Gerard, face the fucking facts..."

"Frank, let's..."

"...You don't know a thing about me!"

Notes

chapter title on a we came as romans song c:

(so he isn't a vampire, or a werewolf, or human....what could he be? o:)