From the scrapes and bruises,
To the familiar abuses,
I'll kick and scream but it never changes anything,
And I'll spill my guts out,
Wearing my best little girl pout,
-Marianas Trench {Alibis -Fix Me}

I watched the vampire run around his room, trying to find covers, and extra pillows. I wasn't sure how to feel. I mean, he had just been sucking the blood of my finger, and I hate to admit it felt good. I had known him only a few hours, and was slightly terrified of him now that I knew his dirty little secret. He really thought I would sleep here. Even though it was late, I was having an internal debate on whether or not to stay or to leave. Nobody was at my house, and it didn't seem that he had anything against me staying. Although, I did say he could paint me, and I think that, that was something I had to stick to. He intrigued me nonetheless and maybe, just maybe I'd get over my fears of him.

"Hey, Frank?" I hummed in response and looked up. "You take the bed, I'll take the floor, 'kay?" He didn't.

"No." I replied sternly. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked him. At first he looked hurt, but as my sentence wore on, he seemed to understand. "It's your fucking room, and your fucking bed, you're taking it. It would be rude if I did." A smirk then played on his lips.

"How about no. I won't take the bed, and if you don't we'll share the floor." His smile began to show his teeth, causing his fangs to be exposed, and they even looked somewhat decent. He looked good. However his last comment got my heart racing, it turned it into knots, and I felt a little sick. My head began to feel hot and I couldn't comprehend what was going on with me. Maybe I was nervous? But I don't feel sick when I'm nervous.

"I don't think-" I got cut off by Mikey running down the stairs and straight into Gerard's room.

"Sorry Frank, but Gee, uhh I just got a call, there was an accident and, mum, she... She's never coming home." Mikey's words were shoved together in an artistic way, and I don't know how, because the words mustered were nothing artistic. The were tragic. I guess it was because they were rushed out, and they flew off his tongue, stumbled off his lips, and were left to jump into the void, not knowing what could possibly await them.

"What do you mean she's never coming home? She has to, right?" His voice broke, and tears slipped down his cheeks. Somehow you could see the tragic tear streak, but I couldn't understand how because he was so pale. As dramatic as it may sound, he fell to his knees, and buried his face in his hands. Mikey kneeled down next to him, and hugged him, he was crying too, but less than Gerard. I think, ever since I met Gerard, this is the most human I've actually thought him to be. When we met, he was a stranger, artistic but showed very little human emotion, then telling me he was this blood sucking monster made me fear him, think of him as little less than a human, but seeing him breakdown because of his mother's death showed he was still human after all.

"Gee, it'll be okay. We have each other, right?"

"Yeah, well, you're not in school, and don't have a job yet, and I'm a near drop out. What the fuck are we going to do?"

"Gerard. I'm going to get a job."

"Yeah but-" For some reason I had no control over my mouth at this moment and as I spoke, horror took over me. I couldn't stop myself once I started and I wish I could have.

"You can both stay at mine. You'd probably want to get away right? It's not too far from here and I have way too much space. I have two other bedrooms and another office room. Gerard you can use it for your art right? You both get a fucking room, and I have mine, and my band room. It works out. I won't have to be alone either, and there's always coffee." Why did I offer? Maybe because they seemed in need, or maybe I saw friends in both of them.

"We can't... Frank, it's too kind and I'll be moping-" I cut Gerard off.

"You can and you will." I insisted. "You need to get away, I need company. I see a friend in both of you. So please, do come. We can pack your shit up tomorrow, and move. I live a street away." I promised them.

"Gee, I think this may be good for us. After all, remember what happened when grandma passed away?" A small nod from Gerard. "This place will be your poison, and right now, we need to stay away from it. Just tonight, we will sleep here, and then we'll go to Frank's." A small 'okay' escaped Gerard's lips, it was choked, and you could tell he was trying not to cry. "Be strong, Gee. I need to, to make a few calls, and I think I'll call it a night." Mikey ran up the stairs full speed, and only then did I hear his heart wrenching sobs. I sighed and came closer to Gerard, and sat down next to him. I was a little scared but I feel as if he needed someone.

"Gerard?" I got an immediate response.

"You know what the worst part is?" He asked me, and removed his hands from his face. He properly sat down now, and faced me. "We had a god damn row about me coming back and being ungrateful. I have five fucking days to paint, turn in, and drop out, and it's what I'm doing. She yelled at me for coming back at such an early hour, and for being irresponsible. You know, after all the shit I've been through. I'm my only alibi, and she won't fucking believe any of it. After a few hours of yelling I screamed at her to fuck off. She pulled the usual motherly tone of 'don't-use-that-fucking-language-around-me-Gerard-Arthur-Way' and I said fuck you and left the house so I could calm down. By the time I got back, she was gone, and I was going to say sorry... But... I can't."

"Gerard." I said more sternly.

"It's all such bullshit. All this fucked up shit happens to me! I'll look twenty one forever. I don't think you get it, do you? Losing your parents. You have yours paying off a house for you." He scoffed.

"Because she doesn't want to see my fucking face!" I nearly yelled. "That's not fun Gerard. That's not having a parent, and I know you're fucking upset, I know you are, but don't you fucking dare turn this on me and not knowing. I know how it is losing people that are close to you. I know more feelings in the fucking world than most people, just be happy I'm not a jackass because of it. Be glad I can relate to you, because not everyone can. You being a bloodsucking creature isn't my fault. You'll learn to deal with it." Part of me felt really bad, the other part didn't, because truth is, I'd probably been through things that were just as bad, maybe even worse than what he had been through.

"I'm sorry... I'm just angry."

"It happens. But you know, you're going to go through denial, depression, anger, and understanding. You went through a bit of denial, but now you're going to get depressed, and that's okay. I'm not going to fix you. You're going to fucking fix yourself. I don't want you to get attached to someone who might not always be there. I'll help you though to ease the pain." Gerard nodded. "Come here." I spread my arms out to the vampire and he gratefully jumped into the hug. I held one arm around his waist, and placed one in his black, greasy hair. It was messy, and tangled, and I just loved the texture of it. Not perfectly straight, but not wavy either. I found myself kissing his head, and with that gesture he buried his face deeper into my chest. A few sobs escaped his lips, and my shirt was becoming slightly wet, but that's okay. As long as it lets him do what he needs to do.
Time passed quicker than I thought, and I'd been holding his for about an hour or so, scared that he'd hear my heart rate speed up when he shifted his possition, but from what I could tell, is we were both slumping into a deep enough sleep.

Notes

I already know how I'm going to end this fic. Heads up there's like 7 chapters left. :/ It's kind of short, but it's because it's all the song on the album Fix Me. Listen to it on Youtube or something. It's really good. Also, sorry for not updating more often, there's too much shit going on right now, and it's mentally hurting me so I'm so sorry, I'll try to update TTAP soon enough.

How did I do?

xxxSoulless Vampirexxx