I stood and watched solemnly as the mahogany casket was lowered down into pre dug hole, while the hired priest spoke some prayers over it. It really was a small funeral. The visitation had been skipped seeing how there were only three of us to go, and the whole church part had been ditched too. Instead we just decided to go right ahead and bury the casket Beside me Bob and Mikey fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable.
To be perfectly honest, so was I. I wasn't quite sure why we were at the funeral. It had just felt like for some odd reason we needed to be there. It wasn't like I felt I owed Lindsey something. I didn't owe her anything. I never did, even if I was the one who took her life in the end. She deserved everything she got
I guess we all felt that she at least deserved to have someone attend her funeral, no matter how much of a bitch she had been. Could you imagine though how sad it would be to die, and absolutely no one show up to your funeral?
And so because of those two reasons I suppose the three of us were gathered in the graveyard, saying goodbye to the person we never even considered a friend.
"Lindsey Ballato was such a kind young soul." I hated this part of any funeral. The part where the priest pretended like he was the deceased's best friend even if he had never met the person. In this case it was painfully obvious seeing how she was neither kind nor young.
His words made me shiver though as they reminded me of her last night. That was quite possibly the worst night of my life, beating out the night James was killed and I was turned. I never wanted to go through that again.
~~~flashback~~~ (written in the present tense)
"Gerard! He has no pulse! You have to turn him!" Mikey screamed at me, tears running down his cheeks with his hand on Frank's wrist.
"I can't!" I wailed. "I've lost too much blood. I have to inject him with a mix of my blood and the right venom. I can't!" I held Frank's head in my lap and sobbed, my tears dripping off my jaw and hitting him or the carpet at a rapid pace. Mikey looked around desperately.
"Then drink from me and give it to him!" He cried out shoving his wrist in my face. I jerked back, my eyes wide and tear stained.
"Mikey! I can't do that either! The venom has to have time to absorbed into the blood before it'll work. We don't have time." I didn't want Frank to be like me. No part of my heart wanted that for him, but I was a selfish person. I would turn him into a monster if it meant that I could be with him forever. If I could save him now I would. It was killing me not to be able to do anything. Now that his heart stopped though we only had mere minutes to change him. I could feel him slowly slipping away from me. It was like he was hanging off of a cliff and I was holding on to him, but I could feel our fingers slipping away from each other.
"Oh God what if Gee dies too! It'll be better than Romeo and Juliet!" Lindsey crowed from her spot by the bed. She was still bleeding, but it had slowed down a bit. You could still tell she was in great pain though. That would've given me a slight bit of satisfaction had Frank not just died in my arms a couple of minutes ago.
I glared at Lindsey with pure hatred in my eyes. "If Frank doesn't come back tonight, you die as well," I threatened, my voice steely cold. "I will make you pay for what you did." It scared me slightly how much I sounded like her, but she just killed the man I loved, and there was no way to bring him back.
"Oh I'm so scared," She rolled her eyes. "What are you looking at fuck face?" She sneered, directing her question at Mikey. He was staring at her with a calculating expression, one that I had come to know meant he was thinking very hard about something.
"Gerard..." He began slowly, still sorting out his thoughts. "You said the venom needs time to mix with the blood, and since you're running too low on blood, you can't do it." I looked at him with miserable eyes, wondering why he felt the need to remind me. "But Lindsey probably had enough blood left in her system to do it."
My eyes widened as I realized what he was talking about. If I used Lindsey's blood, mixed with what little I had left in me, it should, in theory work.
"Michael James Way I would kiss you, but that would be incest." He wrinkled his nose in distaste, but we both began to move. I gently laid Frank's head on the floor before racing over to Lindsey. She hissed at me.
"There is no way I'm giving my blood up for him. I might die!" She cried out in anger.
"Don't worry darling," I hissed right back at her as Mikey grabbed her arms and held her down, now being able to hold her due to her losing so much blood. "We're not asking you to." With that I leaned down and swiftly sank my fangs into her neck. She cried out in rage, but wasn't able to move away.
The taste was bitter, and I fought hard not to gag as I drank from her. Once a vampire drinks from a human, and the blood enters their system, the venom starts to mix itself in with the blood. The whole process takes about a half hour, and when it's done, the blood tastes bitter and nasty. That's why vampires don't just feed off of each other.
The more I drank from her, the more pain she was in and the weaker she got. I did feel slightly guilty for what I was doing to her, because I was feeling it myself, but she had been the reason behind it. She had killed countless humans and lived to cause others pain. She was getting what she deserved.
At least that's what I kept telling myself.
I finally pulled away from her, leaving her almost completely drained. She looked up at me with dead eyes, twisted with pain and I had to look away from her. Suddenly she began to convulse and moan in pain.
"Gerard! Please!" She begged in agonizing pain. "Please just kill me!" She screamed out as her veins ran completely dry. She probably hadn't gone a day without feeding off of multiple people in years, and the sudden loss of so much blood was too much for her to handle. My mind flashed back to that day in the alley. "I will take everything from you until you can't see the point of living and you will beg me to kill you."
"Mikey," I whispered. "Get me the gun." He nodded, his eyes wide, but he didn't argue. He hurried over to where it lay on the floor and picked it up. He pressed it into my hand, and I wrapped my fingers around the smooth metal.
Lindsey gazed at the gun with pain filled hopeful eyes. It didn't matter though. What I was about to do still made me feel sick.
"The tables have turned Lindsey," I whispered. I knew she remembered what she told me in the alley that day. I lifted the gun, aiming it before turning away so I wouldn't have to watch.
"Thank you." The words I thought I would never hear out of Lindsey Ballato's mouth. I simply nodded before I pulled the trigger, and a loud bang filled the room once more, followed by a thud.
I gasped, and my eyes flew open, as what I just did fully hit me. I didn't have time to dwell on it though as Frankie needed me.
I rushed over to him, avoiding looking at Lindsey's corpse. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mikey standing shell shocked in the corner of the room, just gaping. I paid him little attention though as I leaned over Frank's lifeless body, desperate to bring some sort of life back to him.
I brushed his fringe away, fully exposing his neck. I felt my fangs slide into place once more, coming to a point right above the vein in his neck. Not allowing myself a second thought I bit down into him.
~~~End of flashback~~~
That had been two days ago. I remember passing out as soon as I completed injecting him, draining myself and putting me into extreme pain. I had woken up hours later at my apartment to Mikey feeding me one of the blood bags that Frank's friend had given him. Apparently he had called Bob, who came and helped him drag the two of us out of the apartment building and into the car, before finally dragging us inside our apartment.
"Gerard!" Mikey waved his hand in front of my face. "It's over. We're going home now." I nodded simply and followed him to the car. I was anxious to get home and see how Frank was doing. He still had three days left of the vampire process. I would sit with him each day and just talk to him, even though I knew he couldn't hear me.
I had come so very close to losing him for good. Had I been just a few minutes later he would have died completely. I knew now that I never ever wanted to lose him. I could only hope he still felt the same when he woke up and realized what I had done.
I had this constant nagging fear of that happening in the back of my head. We had never discussed if he wanted to be a vampire or not. I had turned him, not knowing if that was what he wanted or not. If he got upset at me or regretted being turned I wouldn't blame him. He would be totally justified at being mad with me, even if the idea made me sick.
I could only hope that when the time came he still loved me.
~~~Skip ahead three days~~~
Silence filled the room as we all waited in anticipation. Three pairs of eyes were locked on Frank who lay on the bed, looking rather small compared to the huge mattress. No one spoke, the tension taking any and all words away from us.
I sat on a chair next to the bed, gripping Frank's hand firmly in my own. Beside me sat Mikey, and in the corner stood Bob.
Today was the day that Frankie would wake up, reborn as a vampire. It wasn't very specific when he would wake up, I just knew that he would sometime today. It could be at 11:59 PM for all I know. Already we had been in the medium sized bedroom, waiting for about four hours, the others only taking breaks to use the restroom.
Another hour passed by without much movement, followed by another and another. I could tell that Mikey and Bob were getting bored and tired by now. I mean there was only so long I could expect them to sit/stand in a room without talking before they got tired of it.
I was actually starting to get worried when I felt it. One of his fingers that I held twitched. I tensed up, and the others saw it, leaning forward to see what had happened. This was soon followed by another twitch, and then more as he slowly began waking up.
Very slowly he began to move more and more, starting to move his arms and legs. By now he was just sleeping. All he needed to do was wake up. The urge to just shake him awake grew as the minutes passed by. I bit it down though. He would need the rest. The process was done, now was time for regeneration. The whole process takes a lot of energy and leaves the subject exhausted afterwards.
It seemed like ages before I heard him groan, signalling that he was waking up. All of us were on high alert now, anticipating his waking up.
My stomach was filled with butterflies. I wanted to see him, to see my Frankie, but at the same time I was afraid of the repercussion. If he hated me for what I did I didn't think I'd be able to live with myself. Bob noticed my stressing and laid a soothing hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him and he gave me a small smile.
"Dude, it's Frank. He'll be cool with it." I nodded, my throat closing up from the nerves that were piling up.
I let my gaze fall back on Frank. I could do this. It wouldn't be so bad.
Suddenly his eyes flew open, red mixed in with his usual hazel, and I found myself gasping.
Frankie was back.

Notes

PLEASE READ!!!
Oh my god. It's done. This is actually the first actual full fanfiction that I have actually completed and I had so much fun writing it. This story is so much longer than I ever imagined it being, but I loved every bit of writing it, and I would do it again if I had too. I love all of you guys, you were amazing with the support, because lets be honest, without comments and love this story would have died a long time ago. So I just wanted to thank all of you. You all get virtual cookies.

You may notice though that the epilogue ended weird though. You can probably guess what that means... Drum roll please...SEQUEL! But here's where I need some feedback. The new one is going to be in Frank's point of view with some new conflicts. What I need to know is when you think I should write it. With school starting I'll only be able to write on the weekends. So I could either post each Saturday, or I could wait until Christmas break, a lot longer to wait, but I would post daily. So comment and tell me what you think.

Okay, final thing I swear. If you want any one shots of this story, for example maybe you want a scene in a different POV or you have a scene that you came up with message me or comment. Now that this is done I'm gonna have so free time so I might as well. Any one shots will be posted on here.

Okay I'm done. Thank you again for sticking with me. Peace out little Frankie munchkins :)