After my "conversation" with Lindsey I went home, feeling utterly exhausted. It took me a while though because I didn't know where I was. I figured that was her whole idea of leading me far away, just another chance to fuck with me.
I did finally manage to get home though. I slammed my door shut and locked it before turning towards the direction of my bedroom. I quickly stripped down to my boxers and slipped into bed, even though it was only about six in the afternoon.
Lindsey's words played through my head again and again as I tried to shut everything out and sleep "I will take everything from you" I cried myself to sleep once again.

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I woke with a jolt. Instantly I felt that something was off. I glanced at my clock on my side table. The digital letters lit up bright in the dark room. 1:32 AM. Suddenly the bed shifted slightly, alerting my to another presence in the room.
I shot up, my back pressed into the headboard and my body tensed. A figure sat on the edge of my bed. It took me a second in the dim lighting to recognize the person but when I did I gasped.
Frank...
I really fucking hoped that this wasn't a dream. He didn't acknowledge me, but continued staring at something in his hands. It took me another moment to realize that it was the gun I'd had Ray deliver. The room filled with silence. We were both aware of each other but neither of us spoke. Slowly he lifted the gun from his lap, not to point it at me, almost as if to study it closer.
"This could kill you," He breathed.
"Yes, " I confirmed.
"I could kill you now."
"Yes."
"Are you scared?" His voice was soft and not threatening. He still hadn't taken his attention away from the weapon in his hands.
"No," I told him truthfully. His brow furrowed, as if he was troubled by my response. I'm not sure why he would be though. He still hated me.
"Why not?" He asked turning to look at me for the first time. I had long since untensed and leaned away from the headboard. I sucked on my lip while I debated his question. I didn't doubt that he could kill me, so it wasn't that I felt I was in no danger. I pulled my knees up to my chest and laid my head down on them. I turned my head to look him in the eye when I spoke.
"I suppose it's because I don't have that much to live for," I told him honestly with no waver in my voice. A look of sadness seemed to pass across his face but I could've been wrong. It was still pretty dark in the room, the only light coming from my bright alarm clock.
He bit his lip and looked back at the gun. "I was thinking these past couple of days." He paused but I didn't butt in. "About everything that happened." He broke off again. I stared at my wall, trying to keep my focus on anything but the beautiful man at the end of my bed.
"Why are you here?" I asked suddenly, surprising myself. I could tell he was looking at me. With what expression I didn't know, I refused to take my eyes off of the wall. He hesitated, seeming to think over what he wanted to say.
"I'm here...because I don't want our friendship to be over." His words shocked me and I felt my mouth pop open. I looked at him with wide confused eyes.
"But...But I'm a monster!" I cried out, confused as to why he would still want to be friends with me after everything I'd done. After everything I'd done to him.
"Gerard..." He waited until I looked at him to speak. "Like I said I had been thinking the past couple of days. Yeah at first I was mad and disappointed," Disappointed? Why? "And scared. I really didn't want to see you again." I hung my head and stared at the sheets. "But the longer I spent from you, the more I realized what that girl said was a lie. You tried staying away from me when we first met. And then there was that night that you saved me and got me to the hospital. I realized now how difficult that must have been for you considering the amount of blood. And then when we first became friends, you warned me. You warned me but I didn't pay attention."
"Frank-" I tried cutting in but he cut me off.
"No Gerard. I was stupid. And then when that girl,Lindsey?" He asked with a frown. I nodded and he continued. "I believed every word she said. Had I been thinking straight I might have realized that she wasn't anywhere close to how you treated me. But I didn't and I'm sorry, and I came here to apologize." My mind wasn't processing what he had said, and it took me a couple of minutes to control my thoughts long enough to comprehend.
"Frank I kept me being a vampire from you, bit you, and put you in a shit load of danger! I'm not exactly BFF material!" I yelled bitterly. "I feed off of people on a weekly basis! Anyone near me has a chance of dying! I'm a fucking monster who deserves to die..." I trailed off weakly, too tired and sad to keep yelling.
"How many people have you killed?" Frank asked quietly, probably afraid of what the answer might be.
"What?" I didn't want him asking me these kinds of questions, no matter what my answer may be.
"Dammit Gerard you heard me! How many people have you killed?" He raised his voice in frustration and not anger, but it still caused me to flinch away. He looked regretful, but didn't say anything, as he waited for my reply.
"None," I muttered under my breath. Now it was his turn to ask questions.
"What?"
"None okay! I refuse to actually kill. I never have." He studied me, but for some reason didn't seem surprised with the answer I gave him.
"Look Gerard. You're not perfect. But just because what you are what people consider a monster, does not make you a monster." I gave him an exasperated your-not-helping-anything look. He blushed. "Shit, I'm not good with words." He took a minute to figure out how to rephrase his words.
"You're not a bad person. There are some of your kind like Lindsey that are I'm guessing, but you are not. In the two months I've known you, you did nothing to hurt me."
"Well I bit you," I deadpanned.
"And I'm sure there was a reason for that. You didn't look to happy at the time to be doing it." Suddenly his face fell. "Do you want to be friends with me anymore after I yelled at you and left?" He sounded miserable and it broke my heart.
"Frank. I don't want you getting hurt. That's all," I told him honestly. "If your around me there's a great chance of that happening. Just look at what happened the other night. Lindsey almost killed you." I bit my lip and tried not to cry. I really just wanted to be with him again.
"Then protect me." I looked up startled. Our eyes connected and neither of us looked away for a moment. I was the one that broke it by looking down at my lap.
"But you can do that on your own. That's what the gun and the guitar pick are for. Is so that you can keep yourself safe." He locked eyes with me as he tossed the gun he had still been holding into a corner. He then reached up and slipped the necklace chain up and over his head, before throwing it in the corner again.
"They can't fully do the job. Please Gee?" He begged me with puppy dog eyes. I felt my will start to crumble, replaced by my selfishness.
"Damn your puppy dog eyes," I chuckled weakly. He grinned up at me through his fringe. God I missed that grin...
He crawled over the bed and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back. God how I had missed him.
"I missed you a lot Frankie," I confessed, voicing my thoughts out loud for him to hear. He hugged me tighter and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I liked that a lot more than I should.
"I missed you too Gee," He mumbled into my neck, his breath hitting the exposed skin there. We sat there for the longest time just hugging before he yawned. I looked at the clock. It was nearly three in the morning. We had been talking for longer than I thought.
"Gee I'm sleepy," He let out another small yawn which was adorable.
"Then you should go to sleep." He nodded and squirmed out from the hug which was more like cuddling, not that I minded. He got off the bed and stood up stretching before turning to the bedroom door.
"Where are you going?" I asked already missing his warmth. I didn't want him to leave yet.
"Mmm to the couch," He said sleepily, rubbing his eyes. It was probably since I hadn't seen him in nearly a week, but everything he did measured high on my cuteness scale.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" I found myself asking. I was prepared for him to say no. I mean if I were a human and a vampire asked me to share a bed with him I wouldn't laughed and then run. He surprised me yet again tonight.
"Sure," He smiled at me and moved to climb back into bed. He curled up against me and I felt my brain cells fry. This was too much. But like I said, I wasn't one to complain.
"Mmm night Gee," I could tell he was almost asleep. "I love you." My heart restarted and stopped dead again. I knew he meant it only as a friend, but those words from his mouth after nearly a week without him made me feel amazing.
"I love you too Frankie," I whispered back. He smiled and snuggled closer before completely falling asleep.

I couldn't believe it. Just when I thought my life was total shit I got my Frankie back. And I'll be damned if I let Lindsey take him away from me again.

Notes

So as promised, another update. I'm sorry but I couldn't keep them apart for long. so yay! oh and i should probably say that I love Lindsey. She's an awesome person, but for my story she has to be a bitch. But legit, like her backbends are epic