Bright Lights That Cast A Shadow

"Gee you okay?" Frank asked me for the umpteenth time today. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the worried expression off of my face.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I lied. To say that I haven't been paranoid ever since Mikey told me would be a big fat lie. Every girl with black pigtails had me freezing on spot. Every pair of blood red lips had me checking to see if it was her. I couldn't even bring myself to leave Frank alone most of the time. I had him with me whenever I could. Work hours were the most stressful. I knew he had his own job, and I had mine, but those hours we were apart made me worry to no end. Ray and Bob had tried to reassure me. I had told them what was up since they already knew about me. But it didn't help. I had even started following Frank home at night to make sure he was safe. Not that he knew that though.
"Really, cause you just keep glancing around like your looking for someone and you have a worried kinda nervous expression," Frank pointed out while sipping his Starbucks. We were sitting in the cafe talking. I had of course refused to buy anything, much to Frank's disapproval, Suddenly realization dawned on his face. "Are...Are you meeting someone here?" Even though he had a smirk on his lips, that look flashed through his hazel eyes again, like it had when he first saw Mikey.
If I could blush I would've. He made it sound like I was looking for my date. Too bad he couldn't know that he was the only one I wanted to date. "No I'm not," I told him honestly, tracing patterns on the wood table.
"Oh okay," Frank had a devious smile. "But tell me. There has to be someone you like. We're friends tell me!" He pleaded. I stared down into my lap and fidgeted. This was not a good conversation to be having.
"Who said I liked anyone?" I asked innocently. He rolled his eyes at me and giggled.
"Goddammit Gerard. We are grown men. Stop acting like a twelve year old girl and just tell me who she is!"
I couldn't help myself. I let out a laugh. "She?" I giggled again before it hit me what I had said. Oops. I felt myself go even more paler than I usually am. Frank raised an eyebrow at me.
"So-" He began but I cut him off.
"It's getting late I think we should go now." I grabbed my leather jacket off of the back of the chair and walked away briskly, forcing Frank to have to jog to catch up to me. I caught out of the corner of my eye his guitar pick necklace bouncing with his movements and smiled, glad that he wore it. He caught up to me and slowed down to match my pace.
We walked in silence for a couple of minutes, but I could see that Frank was just bubbling with questions. It was only a matter of time before they would spill out and I would be expected to answer.
As if on cue Frank spoke up. "So...do you like guys?" He asked tentatively as if I would hurt him for asking. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and stopped walking. I stopped as well and turned to him. He dropped his gaze and looked down at the cracked sidewalk. I opted to look up instead and the now darkening sky. I sighed.
"Yeah, I guess I do." I looked down again to see his reaction. He still had his head down but I could see that he was smiling. "Is that okay?" He flushed bright red and looked up at me through his lashes.
"Yeah. Yeah, that's...that's fine," He said slightly flustered and giving me a shy smile. Damn he was adorable like this, but also confusing as hell.
"Okay," I nodded and we continued walking to my car. I could see him giving me sideways glances the whole way.
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We were having a great time great time, just me and Frank. I wasn't sure how the pillow fight got started, but I'm pretty sure it was all on Frank. Whap! Frank's pillow collided with my face.
"Ow!" I pouted in mock pain. He just giggled and hit me again. I lunged towards him with my pillow, causing us both to collapse on the couch. I began to tickle him as he tried to squirm away. I straddled him though and held him in place.
"Gee, Gee, oh my god stop!" He gasped for breath while laughing. I complied and we both just sat there, not moving, trying to catch our breath. I looked down at the beautiful man under me and found him doing the same. He smiled up at me shyly.
"Hey," He whispered.
"Hey," I whispered back just as softly. Somehow our lips met and we were kissing. I let myself melt into the kiss. I had wanted this for a long time. I licked his lip asking for permission to enter. He moaned and opened his mouth up for me, allowing my tongue to enter. My fingers laced in his hair, and his in mine as the kiss deepened and began to become frenzied.
"Oh god Gee-" My fangs sprang out suddenly, sinking into his bottom lip. I felt his heartbeat pick up rapidly as he began to panic. I pulled away in horror at what I had done. He looked up and me with pure terror in his eyes as he tried to move away from me.
"Frankie! I..." I pleaded with him.
"What are you!" He was shaking and pounding me with his fists trying to move away from me. "Please just let me go!" He begged. For some odd reason I felt compelled to lean down and kiss him again. This kiss though felt different, almost as if...
"You're a monster," A seductive voice whispered. I pulled away in panic. The blood. I could taste the blood on my lips. Lindsey grinned up at me from where Frank had been a second ago. "Just look at what you did to the man you love," She giggled and pointed behind me. I whipped around and cried out in shock and agony.
Frank's body lay in a pool of blood. His throat had been ripped out. His face had lost all its color, but his eyes were still open. There was no light to them though, no familiar sparkle or shine. He was dead and it was all my fault.
Behind me Lindsey cackled. "Monster, monster, monster. Just look at what you did." She chanted. "Monster, monster, monster..."
I jolted awake in my bed, gasping for breath. I grabbed my head as the tear less sobs overcame me. I couldn't get the image of Frank out of my head. The fear in his eyes when he realized what I was, and the nothingness in them when he had died.
"Gerard!" Frank burst into my room. I guess he had ended up spending the night again in the guest room. He was dressed in only pajama pants. He rushed over to me. "Hey Gee. You okay?" He asked softly pulling me into a hug. I cringed away though remembering the dream. He looked hurt.
"I-I just had a bad dream," I hiccuped, still shaking.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He offered sitting on the edge of the bed and watching me. I shook my head.
"No thanks. I'm fine really." I told him. "I just need to be alone right now." He got that hurt look across his face again but he nodded.
"Okay Gee." He pulled me into another hug. I let him this time, not wanting to hurt his feelings again. His guitar pick moved suddenly and touched my arm. I hissed and pulled away.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I apologized as I watch his face fall.
"Yeah, it's okay." He stood up and disappeared through the door without another word. I watched the door that he had left from for several minutes before the pain in my arm called my attention. I glared down at it. There was a huge angry red welt on my arm, harsh against my abnormally pale skin. I looked down on it with hate. It was just another reminder of the monster that I am.

Notes

Aah! You guys are commenting more and it sounds like you really like it. Feeling the love. speaking of feeling and love, I feel like this chapter was dedicated towards Gerards feelings. I tried to show a bit of Frank's too. Maybe? Sorry if it is a slightly crappy chapter. I'm sick so cut me some slack