I Mean This Forever

Monster. He called me a monster. I knew it was true but to hear it from Frank made it hurt more than I had ever imagined. And now he was gone. Probably running home to call the police. We'd have to move again. I would never see Frank again.
At this thought, I sink to my knees, tears streaming down my cheeks. I'm never going to see Frank again. But, I love him so much he can't just leave me. I need him. But he hates me. Fuck this is all my fault, I should have listened to Mikey.
Speaking of which, I feel Mikey's long slender arms wrap around me as he hugs me. "Gee it's going to be okay" he whispers soothingly. "Mikey he hates me" I sob "He fucking hates me" "No he doesn't Gerard he's just-" "Boys" Mikey and I turn our heads to look behind us and see our parents standing over us, looking more angry than either of us had ever seen them. "You two have a lot of explaining to do" Dad says.
So Mikey begins to tell them the story of how Joe had introduced us to his friends yadda yadda yadda. Me, I stare at the door, still crying, hoping Frank would come back. About two minutes into Mikey's explanation, a loud pain filled scream from outside was heard. Mikey stops, looking over at the door in shock. he must have recognized the voice too.
I quickly stand and open the door stepping outside. "FRANK?" I yell. He was hurt, I needed to find him. Then I see it, down at the end of the street, was a figure. I couldn't make out any details so I had no idea if they were Frank but I had to see anyway. I run down to the end of the street, letting my 'abilities' take over so I was there in an instant. Frank is there but he wasn't the figure. Frank is on the ground, curled into a ball. The figure, though, was a man, homeless by the looks of it, pointing a knife at me as though to defend himself. The knife was covered in blood.
He had hurt him. This man had hurt my Frankie. Anger surged through me and I knocked the knife out of the guy's hand. He lunges at me, but I duck out of the way, grabbing his head and twisting it to the side hard, until I hear his neck snap. The man falls to the ground either unconscious or dead. I hope for the latter.
A groan brings me back to reality. Frank. I turn around and kneel by his side. "G-gerard?" he whispers. I could see blood on his hands which were pressed against his stomach. That's where he must have gotten stabbed. I grab his wrists, trying to move his hands to expect the wound but he won't let me. "Frank come on please, I want to help you." I say as calmly as possible. Frank lets me move his hands away and I gasp. It was worse that I thought. [420] He wasn't just stabbed but the man had cut a large deep gash into Frank's stomach. The blood was coming out fast.
He was going to die. The local clinic is closed this late at night and I don't think I'd be able to get him to Newark in time. That leaves one option, but I can't do that to Frank, it'll ruin his life. He'll never be able to see his parents again, or anyone for that matter. He won't be able to finish school or start a band like he wanted. Anyway he said it himself. I'm a monster, why would he want to be too? But Changing him is the only way to save him. I can't just let Frank die.
"Gerard?" I look down at him again. Even in the dark I could already see his face going pale. "Gerard what's wrong?" Frank asks. He must be dazed from the blood loss. "Frank," I whisper, making up my mind. "What I'm about to do to you is going to hurt a lot, but you have to believe me when I say I wouldn't do this to you if there was another way to save you" I'm not even sure if he can understand me at this point, but he nods anyway.
I grab one of his wrists hold it up to my mouth. I press my lips against the pale flesh. "I love you" I hear Frank whisper. A tear slides down my face as I let my fangs come out and bite down into the vein on his wrist. He yelps in pain but it's not too loud. As the first drops of blood fall into my mouth I know that this is going to be difficult. Frank's blood is like none I've ever tasted. It's cleaner and better tasting. In fact the best I've ever tasted. I'm used to feeding from prostitutes and drug addicts, not normal people. At that very moment I wanted nothing but to drain all of Frank's blood.
Thankfully common sense kicks in and reminds me that I'm trying to save Frank's not kill him. Right as I think this, I pull myself off of him. I look up to see that his eyes have closed and fear shoots through me. Did I drink too much, was I already too late? "Frank" I call clapping my hands by his ears. "Hmm?" He doesn't open his eyes but I hear the sound come out letting me know that he conscious but barely.
I quickly bite into my own wrist until blood flows from the wound. I pull Frank's mouth open and hold my bleeding wrist over it. I squeeze the skin around it so my blood drips into his mouth. I get a few drops in before Frank's eyes shoot open and he tries to push my wrist away from him. Holding him down, I let my blood continue to drip down his throat, giving Frank no choice but to drink it. Eventually I think he's had enough and I remove my wrist.
Tears are streaming down Frank's face as I whisper soothing words into his ear, begging him to just sleep. When he finally passes out, mostly likely from the pain he was in, I sit back to make sure he was still breathing which thankfully he was. As I carefully pick him up, all I can hope for is that I did everything right.
Frank would become a vampire. He would live. We hopefully won't have to move. Everything would be okay.

Notes

Again, that sucked monkey ass. It took me like three hours to type that ew. And there was this picture of this half naked chick right next to the writing box the whole time, ewer. But, the next chapter will be the last chapter except the authors notes thing, so yeah, you guys finally get my other fics soon! :)
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