I never told you what I do for a living.

When Gerard woke up again, he heard voices coming out of the living room. Two voices, to be exact. He listened for a while and he knew one of them was Frank and the other one was a woman’s voice. Gerard knew he heard the woman’s voice before, but he couldn’t quite place where he must’ve heard it, although it sounded very familiar.

Although Gerard didn’t know what was going on, he decided to stay in bed a little longer to listen to Frank’s voice. Frank was furious when he left the house, so he was just relieved to know that he was safe back home.

Thankfully, he already started to get better. The only downside to that was, even if he was feeling better, the thirst also started to increase.

Suddenly, laughing came out of the living room. That warm and bubbly women’s voice he thought he heard before, became very familiar. He decided to check up on who it was, although he was afraid of what he might find. He sat straight up on the bed to climb out of it, but as soon as he left the bedroom, he could hear her voice quite clear.

“Oh Frank, you are so funny!”

Hayley.

“Oh hell no.” Gerard said to himself. “This can’t be true.”

His pace to the living room fastened. When he stood in front of the door that lead to the room Frank and Hayley were in, he could see that the door was slightly open. Through the crack he could see the back of Hayley’s head. Her flaming orange hair was tied up into a messy bun. It was like her neck was presented on a silver plate. Frank was sitting right in front of her, making glances at her neck every time Hayley wasn’t looking. Frank couldn’t hold himself in anymore and he apparently decided to sit next to Hayley, putting one arm over her shoulders.

Even though Gerard knew this was bad news, he couldn’t help the stabs of jealousy he felt hitting his stomach. But still, Hayley was the one in true danger here and he had to do something.

With a loud bang, the door slammed open against the wall. Hayley and Frank looked up with the looks of a deer looking into the headlights of a car.

“Gerard!” Hayley called out.

“What are you doing here?” she said as she stood up to walk up to Gerard.

“Hayley, I am very sorry to tell you this, but I think you need to leave.” He said as he felt Frank’s eyes burn on his body. When he looked into Frank’s direction, his look was filled with pure anger and frustration.

“Yes, Gerard, what are you talking about?” Frank said while his jaw clenched.

“Hayley, listen to me. You have to get out now.”

Hayley frantically looked between the two guys. Her look flitted between Gerard and Frank. She didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“Hayley, you don’t have to leave.” Frank said.

“No, no it’s fine. I’ll... eh... I’ll go.” Hayley said nervously. He looked one last time at Gerard and she walked away. She wanted to make it look like she wasn’t scared, but both the vampires could sense that she was. The way she sped up her pace and the way her heartbeat raised was telling everything they needed to know.

The moment Hayley closed the door behind her, Gerard heard a growl behind him. Even before he could turn around to talk to Frank, Gerard was pushed up against the wall with a hand on his throat.

Frank hissed. His hazel eyes weren’t just hazel anymore; they turned dark red. They weren’t just the colour of flowing blood, they had the colour of death itself.

“Dude, what the fuck is your problem? Stupida idiota! I saved your goddamn life!” Frank hissed through his clenched teeth. He was seriously mad. The vein in his neck started to show and his gaze became even darker.

“Don’t you dare do something to me. I’ll be just fine by myself!” Gerard almost yelled back. He tried to push Frank off and he clawed at his arm, but Frank was too strong. He didn’t particularly liked being in this position, but it has been the first contact since that one night at the cemetery.

“You know I could break your neck in a second if I wanted to, right?” Frank spat at him. Although it was more of a warning than an actual question.

Gerard looked him straight in the eye. Frank’s gaze softened and his hazel-coloured eyes with specks of red returned. His jaw relaxed and one corner of his mouth curled up.

Frank came closer to Gerard and softly licked his jawline. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, he missed Gerard’s taste. His blood awakened something in him. For the first time, he didn’t want his bitten person dead. The way Gerard’s blood flowed out of his veins right into his throat made him feel alive again, even though that sounds very pathetic.

The licks soon became soft kisses and Franks loosened his grip on Gerard’s throat. He felt Gerard’s hands close around his wrist and he pulled away the hand that was still hanging loosely around his neck.

Unaware of himself, Frank moved closely to Gerard. As he kissed his throat, he felt Gerard’s breathing become heavier underneath his lips.

Suddenly, Frank felt a hand softly placed on his cheek and he looked up into Gerard’s hazel eyes. For a moment, they shared a look before Gerard softly placed his lips on Frank’s.

Frank released himself from Gerard. Frank had a broken look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw tensed up again.

“Gerard, are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes... I think I am.” Gerard answered softly. For the last couple of days in bed, he could really think about what his feelings were and how he exactly felt about that one night at the cemetery. The thing that was really going one is that he was afraid to love. He had lost his true love 80 years ago and he couldn’t really cope with that until he met Frank. He had to let go of the solitude and accept that he wanted Frank.

“Because I want you to know that I need you and I don’t know how I’d react if I had to lose you again.” Frank spoke softly, without looking at the other vampire, his head hanging low.

Gerard placed a hand on his cheek and made him look up at him.

“Trust me, I am sure.” He said to Frank. He placed his lips on Frank’s and an electric bolt shot through their bodies. Gerard brought his other hand up to Frank’s face and held him gently as they kissed.

Frank suddenly pulled himself from Gerard, his hazel eyes now turned red as blood. He hastily took a step back from Gerard, watching his every move.

“Frank, w-what’s wrong?” Gerard stuttered.

“This can’t be true.” Frank said to himself. He frantically looked around the room, looking like an animal in distress. He pulled up his hands to his head and put a firm grip in his own hair.

“What can’t be true?”

“This... how?” Frank wasn’t even hearing Gerard. He was still talking to himself. When Gerard wanted to take a step in Frank’s direction, Frank almost looked like lightning had struck him.

“Frank!” Gerard almost yelled. “Can you please tell me what the hell is happening to you?”

“I... I think imprinted.. you...” Frank tried to make a sentence out of the words he let fall out of his mouth.

“What are you talking about?” Gerard asked him again, this time more firm then the first time.

Frank looked at Gerard as if he could see right through him. His eyes had even transformed to a darker shade of red that almost looked black. His eyes were full of lust and desire, but not in a sexual way. This lust and desire was full of caring and loving.

Frank walked back to his couch and let himself fall on it. He stared straight ahead.

“I think I imprinted on you.” He said coolly.

“What?”

“I think I imprinted on you.” He said again, this time looking at Gerard.

“Imprinted? What do you mean?”

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