I remembered only little bits of the last night. I remember Lindsey kidnapping me. I remember Gerard showing up with Mikey to save me. I even remember Lindsey slitting my throat. After that though nothing.
I feel lost now, drifting through blackness that surrounds me and pulls at me. I don't know if I'm dead or not. I feel like I am, but at the same time there is a nagging sensation that I'm alive. Maybe I'm in a coma. I don't know, but I'm scared. Something just feels off and wrong. I don't know what's happening, or why I can't escape this.
The longer I stay here, the more I seem to forget. I'm starting to picture faces in my mind, faces that I keep on telling myself are important to me, but no matter how hard I try I can't name them. My childhood, the first day of school, high school graduation, opening the shop. All these memories are becoming fainter and fainter.
I want out of here. I try screaming, but nothing happens. I just continue to what seems like fading away. My life is flashing before my eyes and fading away and there's nothing I can do about it. I start kicking and screaming, trying to break away from this darkness.
Suddenly the dark begins to fade into a misty grey. Eventually even that clears and I find myself standing in a room. The room is completely white. I spin around, looking for a door or some form of way out. I frown as I notice that there is no exit to be seen.
It starts off small, but out of the corner of my eye I see a trickle of red coming down the wall. Intrigued I move to investigate. I touch my finger to it and hold it up to my face, frowning at what it looks like. I inhale the scent, before immediately stumbling back startled.
It was blood.
As soon as I realize it, it's like the floodgates opened, literally. Blood began pouring down from invisible cracks in the ceiling, leaving me drenched in it. I screamed in panic and tried getting away, but there was nowhere to go.
I ran up to a wall and began banging on it, trying desperately to find some way to escape. Nothing happened though and I collapsed on the floor sobbing.
Suddenly the walls fell down and I was washed away in the blood...
My eyes flew open and I bolted upright, breathing heavily. I was shaking horrible, and I was letting out choked sobs. Oddly enough though no tears fell from my eyes. I was too scared though to ponder that much.
"Frank?" A tentative voice beside me asked. My head shot towards the figure as I simultaneously threw myself across the room and into an unoccupied corner. Well at least I thought it was unoccupied.
"Oof," Someone groaned as I practically threw myself on them. I looked up terrified to see a tall muscular blonde. I scooted/ stumbled away as fast as I could, getting away from them as quickly as possible.
I glanced up at the strange people, panic clear in my eyes. There were actually three of them, huddling together and watching me. I pulled my knees up to my chest, trying to stop myself from shaking.
"Gerard, what's wrong with him?" The one with the glasses and the black beanie asked in a whisper. The one with black hair, and who was actually kind of cute responded, leaving me to believe that he was Gerard. Gerard... Something about that name tugged at the back of my memory, I just couldn't remember what exactly.
"Oh uh I kinda forgot this part," Gerard said slightly embarassed. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "He won't remember a thing until the first time he feeds," He explained leaving me to stare at him in confusion. What was this Gerard talking about?
"We still have some blood packets left I think," The blonde one offered. Gerard nodded.
"Yeah, go get those Bob. Mikey go with him, I need to speak to Frank." So now I had names for all of them. Oddly enough all of those names were nagging me but I just couldn't remember why. Mikey and Bob left the room though, leaving me and Gerard alone.
He looked at me almost sadly. "I'm sorry Frank. I really am. I don't want to talk to you though too much before you remember who I am, but I will explain."
My eyes followed his every move as he crept forward, moving slowly with his hands up in the air like he was getting arrested. I let him get within five feet of me before hissing at him to stop.
Thankfully he obliged and sat down cross legged on the floor in front of me.
"Now Frank you need to trust me. I know you don't remember anything right now, but I am your friend. And you need to listen to me right now." I nodded briefly, letting him know he at least got my attention. My shaking had long since ceased, but I was still wary of this stranger.
"You're a vampire now." I opened my mouth to protest but he continued on before I could. "I know it's hard to believe so try it, just think about blood. I huffed and crossed my arms and he chuckled. "Still the old Frankie," He mumbled quietly under his breath, causing my resistance to stutter.
I heaved a sigh but closed my eyes and began to picture it. Warm hot blood, pumping through veins, delicious and sweet tasting...
My eyes flew open and I gasped as I felt fangs slide into place in my mouth. I cried out in fear I stumbled to my feet rushing to a nearby mirror. I could see my reflection in the mirror. I looked normal with the exception of the vampire fangs in my mouth and the overly pale skin.
Holy shit, I was a fucking vampire.
My thoughts spun around wild in my head and I tried to control the chaos. It was a mess though. I couldn't think straight to save my life.
"I-but-how?-what?!" I stuttered, reaching for my hair and pulling frantically on the ends.
"Bloods here!" The one named Mikey cheered happily, making a re-entrance to the room and brandishing a plastic bag filled with red liquid. I shuddered at the sight, not because I was disgusted, but surprised at how bad I wanted it. Mikey held the bag out to Gerard who took it and inched closer to me. He held it out and I took it, unsure of what I was suppose to do.
"Drink it Frank," Gerard urged me gently. "It sounds horrible but you'll like it. I pinky swear." He gave me a soft smile that I couldn't return. I stared at the bag filled with its contents. It was like I had a human part that was screaming at me how wrong this was, and the vampire part of me that was telling me to stop being stupid and drink the stupid shit.
I glanced around the room warily before wishing that I could start this day over again. Just wake up and have it all be a dream. Unfortunately for me I didn't think that was gonna happen to me anytime in the nearish future.
What the hell? I thought as I brought the bag to my lips and bit into it. If I was really a vampire then this wouldn't be so bad. If I wasn't I was about to make the worst mistake of my life.
I sucked the blood in and immediately knew that I had made the right choice. It tasted so good, and I found myself craving more after the bag was done.
Suddenly I felt the blood rush through my veins to my brain. It was almost like a reboot system. Memories seemed to flood back to me, encasing me in a well known familiarity. Everything was coming back to me, bit by bit. It seemed to go into a time-line, childhood on forward.
"G-G-Gerard?" I asked shakily, gripping my head. I remembered everything now, the last night, Gerard, Lindsey, Mikey, Ray, Bob, the music store, me and Gerard's first date.
Gerard let out a smile as he realized that I recognized him now. It amazed me how I ever forgot in the first place.
"Gerard!" I cried out running forward and engulfing him in a bear hug. He smiled into my neck and hugged me back, just as tight.
"Welcome back Frankie. Welcome back."

Notes

And. Here. We. Go. Again!

Reminder I'll probably only be able to post once or twice a week unless school goes on break.

But here it is, chapter one of the sequel as promised.