“GET HER! GET THAT LITTLE BITCH, YOU BLOODY MORONS!” The chief yelled as Hayley ran off. She had a lot of bloodlust, since she was only a newborn vampire. She didn’t have the whole “dealing-with-your-cravings”-thing under control yet and that’s how she got herself to bite a vampire-hunter and into big trouble.
Hayley was used to awkward situations. She was used to annoying creeps at the bar who wanted her number or wanted to do even more sinful things to her. She was used to the occasional old guy slapping her ass when she walked by. She was even getting used to be surrounded by vampires, if that wasn’t already dangerously enough as a human. Yes, Hayley was used to a lot of things, but fighting off vampire hunters was one of the things she hadn’t experienced yet.
After the little “incident” on the square with Frank and Gerard, she decided it was for the best to run away. She didn’t want to burden Gerard nor Frank with her new cravings. Next to that, she wanted to experience what it was to be a vampire alone for a little bit, without being limited by others. She decided it was for the best, especially for Frank and Gerard, she didn’t want to get them in more trouble than she probably already has. Maybe she would look for them in the future when she got her cravings more under control and when she could live amongst humans again.
She regretted nothing, though. Not a single one of them. Yes, of course she felt bad that she had taken a person’s life, she was one of their kind once. But hey, a girl’s got to eat.
“I WANT HER ALIVE!” Hayley heard yelling after her. She ran off into a dense forest where she almost couldn’t see in which direction she was running. She was running at such a high speed that it almost seemed like she would clash against the trees. Dusk was already creeping up the land, making it dark and gloomy. The moon shone brightly in the sky and the autumn air was cold and crispy. As she ran, she heard twigs and leaves crack under her feet. Next to a horde of vampire hunters chasing her, there was nothing to be heard. Wind swiftly blew around her as she ran.
She thought she had it all under control, even when she was scared to death. She sincerely believed she could escape them, but then she took a misstep during running. She flew a few meters through the air and she landed on the cold, hard forest floor. Before she knew it, the vampire hunters were surrounding her in a circle, their weapons carefully pointed at her. There was no way in hell she could escape them now and she knew it damn well.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” one of them stepped forward, she assumed their leader. What made her pay attention were his fangs. She didn’t understood the situation quite yet, what was a vampire supposed to do in a horde of vampire hunters while not being the hunted themselves?
“A newborn vampire, sir!” one of the other vampire hunters yelled from the back, not knowing exactly who it was. Hayley may be a vampire but her night vision wasn’t completely developed yet.
“A newborn vampire…” he repeated, being lost in his thoughts. “I never guessed I would catch a newborn once again.” He continued. And there it was again, the grin that showed his fangs. Hayley couldn’t even answer. She had a mix of anger and curiosity boiling up inside her. Anger because she was caught by a bunch of men she didn’t know, and definitely didn’t trust, but curious to know who this strange, vampire-like man was.
The man looked at her for a few moments longer before he gave his men the order to capture her and take her to the headquarters.
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“Oh, Frankie. Come on. You know where she is, right?”
The tension radiated off Frank. I could hear him gritting his teeth next to me. That strange guy using the nickname Frankie didn’t sit well with me either.
“I told you to stay away from me.” he practically growled.
“Oh, Frankie please,” the man replied. “Don’t tell me you don’t know where your little vampire friend is, hm?”
“No, I fucking don’t. And if I discover you have something to do with her disappearing then there will be hell to pay.” He growled. From the corner of my eye I could see that Frank’s hands balled up into fists. The skin around his knuckles already turning white.
The man then focussed on me. His icy-blue eyes had the intense gaze where he seemed to look right through me. He looked me up and down and then focussed on me again. A sly grin spread across his face and he focussed on Frank again.
“Who is this? Your new pet?” he sickeningly giggled. I couldn’t answer to that because what was it even that Frank and I had? Even I didn’t know. We kissed a few times, he confessed his imprinting on me, but that was it. He didn’t even know about me imprinting on him.
I tried to ignore what the man was trying to say, even when he offended me, I didn’t dare to answer back because I was afraid to get us in even more trouble than we already were. Some angry altercation was between them for a few moments before I snapped out of my thoughts.
“I’ll leave you and your pet alone for a bit.” He said, and with that he swiftly ran away.
When the guy was eventually out of hearing distance, I looked at Frank. His knuckles were still white and his eyes were still blood red from anger.
“Okay, so. What was that all about?” I asked Frank confusedly, I didn’t understand any of the events that were happening right now. Everything just went by so quickly that I sometimes didn’t even know what we were doing or what we are looking for.
“He is an old acquaintance of mine. I’d rather forget him.” Frank absentmindedly said. He didn’t want to talk about it, the expression on his face explained it all.
I didn’t believe him. Well, I did, I just didn’t believe it was only an “acquaintance”, as Frank told me he was. There had to be more. I’m sure they’d known each other in the past and it just didn’t sit right with me.
It was quiet between us for a few moments. My thoughts raced through my head as I was overthinking what just happened. I decided to speak my mind.
“I don’t believe you.” I said to him, not looking him in the eyes. Frank threw his hands in the air out of surrender and he looked away from me.
“What is it that you don’t believe?” Frank answered slightly irritated.
“I don’t believe he is only just an acquaintance. Just tell me what he is.”
“He is. And if you are so keen on knowing the truth, why won’t you tell me the truth first about what you are hiding?” Frank got really defensive. He came up to me and before I knew it he was bumping into me with his chest. The sad part was that I knew directly what he was talking about.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” I tried to deny it at first. Maybe he wasn’t pointing on me imprinting on him, maybe he was pointing to a whole different direction of conversation. But clearly, I was wrong.
“For fucks sake, Gerard!” Okay, this was clearly about the imprinting.
“I can see you looking at me with that look. I can even feel it. Why don’t you just admit it?! There was clearly a reason you kept visiting my grave when I was gone and you kissed me back even against what I believed!”
“Frank, I-I...” I couldn’t manage to speak the words that were burning in my throat so badly. I was so terribly desperate to explain him how I felt. How I felt when I had seen him dying on front of me. How I felt when I visited his grave. How lonely I felt at night and how his visions came to visit me, but I just couldn’t. It all suddenly was too much to take in and to process. I wasn’t prepared for this conversation. Well, in some aspects I was, I just didn’t expect it to take place already.
I don’t remember everything that was said. He was furious and I was too. With Frank’s anger, he came really close to me. I sometimes wonder how he was as a human when he was as angry as he is now. He was a lot less passionate, but on the other hand; most humans were. Vampires on the other hand were much more intense than humans could ever be. That’s a level humans could never reach. Emotions get up to ten times as intense, even I sometimes ask myself how I can manage myself.
“You, Gerard Way, are a lying piece of shit!” and with that he pushed me against my chest. I almost tumbled over. Okay, if he wanted a fight, he could get one.
“Excuse me!?” I practically yelled. “You are the one who is holding back your history from me! Who the fuck is that hunter and what is he to you?”
“Me holding back? For fuck’s sake, Gerard. Just tell me what’s going on with you!”
At this moment, there were only inches in between us. With his yelling, he came closer and closer. Not that I minded, of course. His eyes were a fiery red as only Frank’s eyes could be. If you were to put me in a room with vampires with only their eyes showing, I could pick out Frank’s within seconds. His gaze was so deep I could drown in it and I wouldn’t even care less.
There was an awkward silence between us. It didn’t even had the right to be called an awkward silence. Yes, it was awkward, but it was also filled with tension and a magnetic force pulling me to him. I had to do something. I had to say something. But apart from solving the problem, I wanted to blurt out that we had to find Hayley. And we had to, absolutely, she was in danger so we had to save her, but deep down I’d also liked it if me and Frank could finally solve whatever it was that’s between us.
I broke the tension with a question that was burning inside me from the moment the hunter appeared.
“So. What are we going to do now? We don’t want to get in any trouble ourselves but we have to find Hayley.”
Frank stood there, his deep crimson eyes returning to their normal shade again. He confusedly looked at me, his eyes scanning my face, eager to find out if we were going to talk about us again.
“Oh. Well, I suppose we will start to look for her, then.” He turned his face away from me, almost refusing to let me see the expression on it.
He turned around to grab some supplies we had brought along with us, completely trying to avoid me. Frank stayed silent for a while.
“Gee?” he asked me, his voice croaky.
“Yeah, s’up?”
Frank turned around to face me and I got startled by what I saw. He was paler than he was normally and his eyes were turned black.
“I’m hungry.” He said.
A hungry vampire was never good news. A hungry vampire was really bad news actually. I didn’t know yet what it meant for me since vampires don’t normally attack other vampires from hunger, only out of lust. Which could be possibly the case with me, since we imprinted on each other and all and not to forget that he bit me on the graveyard.
“Oh. Okay. Well, let’s go out and hunt, shall we?” I asked hesitantly. His eyes were solely fixed on me and even though his eyes completely turned black, I could still clearly see he was fixing his whole being on me.
His posture was slumped and his moving was very slow and seductive. I didn’t know why it still surprised me; he was the most beautiful vampire I had ever seen. He walked towards me, his pace agonizingly slow and his smile crooked. When he finally reached me, he looked at me with an intense black gaze. He put his arms around me and leaned his head on my shoulder.
“Gee?” he asked again. I could feel his breathing on my neck and it had a mesmerizing effect on me.
“Y-yes?”
“I’m hungry.”
“O-oh.” Was everything I managed to bring out. It was almost like I was paralyzed with my feet nailed to the ground. I was mesmerized by him and I believed he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Can I?” he whispered again, his lips softly grazing my neck. His fingertips grazed the other side of my neck, almost not resisting the temptation to bite me.
The air was tense, we could both feel that. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, but I couldn’t let him bite me. That would mean my ending.
“Frank. No, you can’t.”
Although I wanted to give him everything there was to give, I just couldn’t do this. If I let him bite me right now, there was no way to stop him. He would get stronger from my blood and I would get weaker from my blood loss. This only meant one very clear thing; it was time to hunt again.
He tilted his head to face me again, his gaze still predatory and lusting after me.
“Frank, listen; we need to hunt. You can’t bite me, not in a state like this. Come on, we have to go.”
When we reached the edge of town, the full moon was showing in the sky. The air was getting older and colder and that could mean two things; there was no one to be found or some poor soul was wandering outside in the cold all alone. I hoped it was the latter. I was getting hungry and thirsty myself so I wanted to go out anyway. Frank behaving like this was my queue to go.
We walked through an old building with houses made of limestone. The warmth was still radiating from the houses, which was nice while it was chilly like this.
Frank kept watching my every move, his gaze predatory. His eyes changed colour once in a while. They switched from hazel with red specks to completely scarlet to black. It was really fascinating to see, I had never seen such a reaction of thirst on a vampire. Although I wasn’t scared of him, he intimidated me in the most sensual way possible. The more dangerously he looked, the more I wanted him. It was a rather weird attraction but it was the way it was and I could change nothing about that.
Suddenly Frank’s eyes switched to black again. He quickly focused into a direction from a hospital.
“Do… do you smell that too?” Frank asked accusatory. Of course I did. It was the smell of blood.
“Of course I do.” I answered.
“Do you see where that is coming from?” he said with a sly, almost evil grin. He pointed into the direction of a hospital. A good looking hospital. The lamps on the building were shining bright and visitors, nurses and doctors were walking in and out. There was absolutely no way we could go in there, snatch someone up and leave like nothing happened.
“Frank, are your eyes even working? Can you see how many people are over there?” I asked him, not knowing if he was being serious about this or not. Knowing Frank; he definitely was.
“We could go to the back and look if there is any food?” he smiled like a kid that was being caught doing something naughty.
I hated it when he referred to humans as food. I know damn well it’s what they are to us, but they are still people, just like me and Frank. Well, not exactly like us, but we were once like them. Even after all this time, it still bugs me. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had already been living or a few centuries when I changed. He had lost his touch with mortality.
“Frank, no. we will surely get caught.” I hissed to him.
“So what? We are way stronger than they are. They don’t even have a chance.” Frank answered, getting more and more irritated with me. It might be from hunger, it might actually be me.
I decided to look if this plan was do-able or not. I quickly counted how many people there were and looked around for a bit. That’s when I saw it. The morgue.
This was one of my less-favourite ideas, but blood was blood and Frank needed to feed now if we didn’t want him to attack an innocent person. Or me.
“I have an idea.” I got him by his arm and pulled him with me.
“Where are you taking me? The hospital is over there.”
“Come on. I got a better plan where you can feed as much as you want without killing.”
When we arrived to the morgue, we stood in front of a big, heavy door. It seemed like it was made of iron or some sort of metal. There was no way we could just barge in there.
“Okay know-all. What do we do now?” Frank asked.
I had to think for a few seconds. My plan might crumble all together. Then I had another plan, we had to climb through the window.
“Window!” I said while pointing upwards.
“Oh, well, that might actually work.” Frank said, almost not believing it was true.
With one swift jump, Frank was already hanging in the window frame. He pulled himself up and within no time he was inside the building. I followed quickly after. This was actually easier than I eventually had thought.
Within seconds, we were inside. The atmosphere was eerie and very unpleasant. The TL lights were giving of a pale, almost light green colour. It gave off the effect of an abandoned asylum. The building was feeling rather cold, which wasn’t weird if you think about the fact they store dead bodies in here. Right now it was only searching for the right room we had to be in.
We walked through a long corridor with a lot of doors. Every door had a little window on them and a big handle. We could see exactly what was in which room and that also meant we knew if we were standing in front of the right room. When walking for a few minutes, we found the room we had to be in. A chamber full of dead bodies.
That sounded really lurid. And it also was. In the room were storage places with in every one of them just one body. They were quite fresh. The putrid scent of death wasn’t strongly present. At least, not yet.
Frank’s eyes changed colour again. The scarlet red made place for pitch black and he lunged himself at one of the bodies.
“Hey there. Take it easy.” I didn’t get an answer. The only thing I did get was a predatory growl. At least he was feeding. At least it meant I was getting more and safer by the minute. At least, that was what I hoped.
My hunter instincts were also coming up to the surface. I could feel the thirst burning in my throat and my lips curling over my fangs. I could only see red.
I don’t remember much from the feeding, only that the cold blood tasted a lot less tasty than blood from a living human being. It’ll do, I won’t complain, the only thing I am trying to say here is that I had tastier blood in the past. Fresh blood like a nice, hot cup of coffee on a rainy day in autumn. Cold blood, on the other hand, was lukewarm coffee that was made a few hours ago. Just to get the difference.
When I was done feeding, Frank had already started on another body. When I looked around the room, I suddenly realized he had already sucked three corpses dry. Frank had collapsed in the corner, still bent over a body sucking blood. He was sitting on the opposite corner of the room from where I was. When I stood up to slowly walk over to where he was, his eyes flitted open. I had to say I was a bit shocked by what I saw and heard. When he looked at me, his eyes were still pitch black like no amount of blood could satisfy him.
“Frank? What is happening to you?” I whispered, more asking myself what was going on than actually asking it to Frank. The only answer he could give me was a guttural growl.
“Frank?!”
When I called his name again, his eyes changed back to their normal colour for only a second, they went black again after that.
I could only stare at him, not knowing what to do. When he noticed I was looking at him, he let go of the body and let it drop on the ground. The thump-sound sounded much harder than it should but with the tension that was between us, everything seemed much more intense. A sly grin spread across his face and his black eyes were piercing. Somehow, I was getting drawn to him, I couldn’t hold back from walking towards him.
“Oh, Gee, don’t you see what you are doing to me?” he asked me. I don’t know what it was, but something about him was different. I have seen him in many ways, from emotional to physical changes beyond my understanding, but this was very different than he was normally. The way he was right now was so sensual. So seductive. The way he looked at me did it for me, I wanted him and nothing more.
“Gee, let me bite you. Please.” He practically whined.
“Frankie… I- no-. I stuttered. I wanted to give him my whole being if that was what he wished, but I just knew he wasn’t being responsible and he definitely wasn’t being himself right now.
“But I am so hungry. Please, Gee.” He whined even more. This time, he slowly walked towards me and when he finally arrived, he placed his arms around my shoulders, he looked me in the eyes and licked his lips. I could practically feel the heat coming off from him.
“You won’t lose me again. I will do anything to make you feel safe.” He reassured me. His eyes flitted back to their normal colour from black for a moment.
My thoughts raced through my head. The last time he bit me, I got visions from his past life. That was surely something I absolutely did not want. Not only the experience from Frank drinking my blood was traumatizing, but also the visions I got were something I could not explain even if I had them for more than hundred times.
I shook myself out of my thoughts. The look in his eyes when I looked at him was very trusting, even though his eyes were pitch-black. He was a vampire. A bloodthirsty vampire. He could kill whole tribes within an hour if he wanted to, and I trusted him with my life.
I trusted him. I really did. And if this decision meant the end of my life, than that’s the way had to be.

Hayley was used to awkward situations. She was used to annoying creeps at the bar who wanted her number or wanted to do even more sinful things to her. She was used to the occasional old guy slapping her ass when she walked by. She was even getting used to be surrounded by vampires, if that wasn’t already dangerously enough as a human. Yes, Hayley was used to a lot of things, but fighting off vampire hunters was one of the things she hadn’t experienced yet.
After the little “incident” on the square with Frank and Gerard, she decided it was for the best to run away. She didn’t want to burden Gerard nor Frank with her new cravings. Next to that, she wanted to experience what it was to be a vampire alone for a little bit, without being limited by others. She decided it was for the best, especially for Frank and Gerard, she didn’t want to get them in more trouble than she probably already has. Maybe she would look for them in the future when she got her cravings more under control and when she could live amongst humans again.
She regretted nothing, though. Not a single one of them. Yes, of course she felt bad that she had taken a person’s life, she was one of their kind once. But hey, a girl’s got to eat.
“I WANT HER ALIVE!” Hayley heard yelling after her. She ran off into a dense forest where she almost couldn’t see in which direction she was running. She was running at such a high speed that it almost seemed like she would clash against the trees. Dusk was already creeping up the land, making it dark and gloomy. The moon shone brightly in the sky and the autumn air was cold and crispy. As she ran, she heard twigs and leaves crack under her feet. Next to a horde of vampire hunters chasing her, there was nothing to be heard. Wind swiftly blew around her as she ran.
She thought she had it all under control, even when she was scared to death. She sincerely believed she could escape them, but then she took a misstep during running. She flew a few meters through the air and she landed on the cold, hard forest floor. Before she knew it, the vampire hunters were surrounding her in a circle, their weapons carefully pointed at her. There was no way in hell she could escape them now and she knew it damn well.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” one of them stepped forward, she assumed their leader. What made her pay attention were his fangs. She didn’t understood the situation quite yet, what was a vampire supposed to do in a horde of vampire hunters while not being the hunted themselves?
“A newborn vampire, sir!” one of the other vampire hunters yelled from the back, not knowing exactly who it was. Hayley may be a vampire but her night vision wasn’t completely developed yet.
“A newborn vampire…” he repeated, being lost in his thoughts. “I never guessed I would catch a newborn once again.” He continued. And there it was again, the grin that showed his fangs. Hayley couldn’t even answer. She had a mix of anger and curiosity boiling up inside her. Anger because she was caught by a bunch of men she didn’t know, and definitely didn’t trust, but curious to know who this strange, vampire-like man was.
The man looked at her for a few moments longer before he gave his men the order to capture her and take her to the headquarters.
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“Oh, Frankie. Come on. You know where she is, right?”
The tension radiated off Frank. I could hear him gritting his teeth next to me. That strange guy using the nickname Frankie didn’t sit well with me either.
“I told you to stay away from me.” he practically growled.
“Oh, Frankie please,” the man replied. “Don’t tell me you don’t know where your little vampire friend is, hm?”
“No, I fucking don’t. And if I discover you have something to do with her disappearing then there will be hell to pay.” He growled. From the corner of my eye I could see that Frank’s hands balled up into fists. The skin around his knuckles already turning white.
The man then focussed on me. His icy-blue eyes had the intense gaze where he seemed to look right through me. He looked me up and down and then focussed on me again. A sly grin spread across his face and he focussed on Frank again.
“Who is this? Your new pet?” he sickeningly giggled. I couldn’t answer to that because what was it even that Frank and I had? Even I didn’t know. We kissed a few times, he confessed his imprinting on me, but that was it. He didn’t even know about me imprinting on him.
I tried to ignore what the man was trying to say, even when he offended me, I didn’t dare to answer back because I was afraid to get us in even more trouble than we already were. Some angry altercation was between them for a few moments before I snapped out of my thoughts.
“I’ll leave you and your pet alone for a bit.” He said, and with that he swiftly ran away.
When the guy was eventually out of hearing distance, I looked at Frank. His knuckles were still white and his eyes were still blood red from anger.
“Okay, so. What was that all about?” I asked Frank confusedly, I didn’t understand any of the events that were happening right now. Everything just went by so quickly that I sometimes didn’t even know what we were doing or what we are looking for.
“He is an old acquaintance of mine. I’d rather forget him.” Frank absentmindedly said. He didn’t want to talk about it, the expression on his face explained it all.
I didn’t believe him. Well, I did, I just didn’t believe it was only an “acquaintance”, as Frank told me he was. There had to be more. I’m sure they’d known each other in the past and it just didn’t sit right with me.
It was quiet between us for a few moments. My thoughts raced through my head as I was overthinking what just happened. I decided to speak my mind.
“I don’t believe you.” I said to him, not looking him in the eyes. Frank threw his hands in the air out of surrender and he looked away from me.
“What is it that you don’t believe?” Frank answered slightly irritated.
“I don’t believe he is only just an acquaintance. Just tell me what he is.”
“He is. And if you are so keen on knowing the truth, why won’t you tell me the truth first about what you are hiding?” Frank got really defensive. He came up to me and before I knew it he was bumping into me with his chest. The sad part was that I knew directly what he was talking about.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” I tried to deny it at first. Maybe he wasn’t pointing on me imprinting on him, maybe he was pointing to a whole different direction of conversation. But clearly, I was wrong.
“For fucks sake, Gerard!” Okay, this was clearly about the imprinting.
“I can see you looking at me with that look. I can even feel it. Why don’t you just admit it?! There was clearly a reason you kept visiting my grave when I was gone and you kissed me back even against what I believed!”
“Frank, I-I...” I couldn’t manage to speak the words that were burning in my throat so badly. I was so terribly desperate to explain him how I felt. How I felt when I had seen him dying on front of me. How I felt when I visited his grave. How lonely I felt at night and how his visions came to visit me, but I just couldn’t. It all suddenly was too much to take in and to process. I wasn’t prepared for this conversation. Well, in some aspects I was, I just didn’t expect it to take place already.
I don’t remember everything that was said. He was furious and I was too. With Frank’s anger, he came really close to me. I sometimes wonder how he was as a human when he was as angry as he is now. He was a lot less passionate, but on the other hand; most humans were. Vampires on the other hand were much more intense than humans could ever be. That’s a level humans could never reach. Emotions get up to ten times as intense, even I sometimes ask myself how I can manage myself.
“You, Gerard Way, are a lying piece of shit!” and with that he pushed me against my chest. I almost tumbled over. Okay, if he wanted a fight, he could get one.
“Excuse me!?” I practically yelled. “You are the one who is holding back your history from me! Who the fuck is that hunter and what is he to you?”
“Me holding back? For fuck’s sake, Gerard. Just tell me what’s going on with you!”
At this moment, there were only inches in between us. With his yelling, he came closer and closer. Not that I minded, of course. His eyes were a fiery red as only Frank’s eyes could be. If you were to put me in a room with vampires with only their eyes showing, I could pick out Frank’s within seconds. His gaze was so deep I could drown in it and I wouldn’t even care less.
There was an awkward silence between us. It didn’t even had the right to be called an awkward silence. Yes, it was awkward, but it was also filled with tension and a magnetic force pulling me to him. I had to do something. I had to say something. But apart from solving the problem, I wanted to blurt out that we had to find Hayley. And we had to, absolutely, she was in danger so we had to save her, but deep down I’d also liked it if me and Frank could finally solve whatever it was that’s between us.
I broke the tension with a question that was burning inside me from the moment the hunter appeared.
“So. What are we going to do now? We don’t want to get in any trouble ourselves but we have to find Hayley.”
Frank stood there, his deep crimson eyes returning to their normal shade again. He confusedly looked at me, his eyes scanning my face, eager to find out if we were going to talk about us again.
“Oh. Well, I suppose we will start to look for her, then.” He turned his face away from me, almost refusing to let me see the expression on it.
He turned around to grab some supplies we had brought along with us, completely trying to avoid me. Frank stayed silent for a while.
“Gee?” he asked me, his voice croaky.
“Yeah, s’up?”
Frank turned around to face me and I got startled by what I saw. He was paler than he was normally and his eyes were turned black.
“I’m hungry.” He said.
A hungry vampire was never good news. A hungry vampire was really bad news actually. I didn’t know yet what it meant for me since vampires don’t normally attack other vampires from hunger, only out of lust. Which could be possibly the case with me, since we imprinted on each other and all and not to forget that he bit me on the graveyard.
“Oh. Okay. Well, let’s go out and hunt, shall we?” I asked hesitantly. His eyes were solely fixed on me and even though his eyes completely turned black, I could still clearly see he was fixing his whole being on me.
His posture was slumped and his moving was very slow and seductive. I didn’t know why it still surprised me; he was the most beautiful vampire I had ever seen. He walked towards me, his pace agonizingly slow and his smile crooked. When he finally reached me, he looked at me with an intense black gaze. He put his arms around me and leaned his head on my shoulder.
“Gee?” he asked again. I could feel his breathing on my neck and it had a mesmerizing effect on me.
“Y-yes?”
“I’m hungry.”
“O-oh.” Was everything I managed to bring out. It was almost like I was paralyzed with my feet nailed to the ground. I was mesmerized by him and I believed he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Can I?” he whispered again, his lips softly grazing my neck. His fingertips grazed the other side of my neck, almost not resisting the temptation to bite me.
The air was tense, we could both feel that. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, but I couldn’t let him bite me. That would mean my ending.
“Frank. No, you can’t.”
Although I wanted to give him everything there was to give, I just couldn’t do this. If I let him bite me right now, there was no way to stop him. He would get stronger from my blood and I would get weaker from my blood loss. This only meant one very clear thing; it was time to hunt again.
He tilted his head to face me again, his gaze still predatory and lusting after me.
“Frank, listen; we need to hunt. You can’t bite me, not in a state like this. Come on, we have to go.”
When we reached the edge of town, the full moon was showing in the sky. The air was getting older and colder and that could mean two things; there was no one to be found or some poor soul was wandering outside in the cold all alone. I hoped it was the latter. I was getting hungry and thirsty myself so I wanted to go out anyway. Frank behaving like this was my queue to go.
We walked through an old building with houses made of limestone. The warmth was still radiating from the houses, which was nice while it was chilly like this.
Frank kept watching my every move, his gaze predatory. His eyes changed colour once in a while. They switched from hazel with red specks to completely scarlet to black. It was really fascinating to see, I had never seen such a reaction of thirst on a vampire. Although I wasn’t scared of him, he intimidated me in the most sensual way possible. The more dangerously he looked, the more I wanted him. It was a rather weird attraction but it was the way it was and I could change nothing about that.
Suddenly Frank’s eyes switched to black again. He quickly focused into a direction from a hospital.
“Do… do you smell that too?” Frank asked accusatory. Of course I did. It was the smell of blood.
“Of course I do.” I answered.
“Do you see where that is coming from?” he said with a sly, almost evil grin. He pointed into the direction of a hospital. A good looking hospital. The lamps on the building were shining bright and visitors, nurses and doctors were walking in and out. There was absolutely no way we could go in there, snatch someone up and leave like nothing happened.
“Frank, are your eyes even working? Can you see how many people are over there?” I asked him, not knowing if he was being serious about this or not. Knowing Frank; he definitely was.
“We could go to the back and look if there is any food?” he smiled like a kid that was being caught doing something naughty.
I hated it when he referred to humans as food. I know damn well it’s what they are to us, but they are still people, just like me and Frank. Well, not exactly like us, but we were once like them. Even after all this time, it still bugs me. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had already been living or a few centuries when I changed. He had lost his touch with mortality.
“Frank, no. we will surely get caught.” I hissed to him.
“So what? We are way stronger than they are. They don’t even have a chance.” Frank answered, getting more and more irritated with me. It might be from hunger, it might actually be me.
I decided to look if this plan was do-able or not. I quickly counted how many people there were and looked around for a bit. That’s when I saw it. The morgue.
This was one of my less-favourite ideas, but blood was blood and Frank needed to feed now if we didn’t want him to attack an innocent person. Or me.
“I have an idea.” I got him by his arm and pulled him with me.
“Where are you taking me? The hospital is over there.”
“Come on. I got a better plan where you can feed as much as you want without killing.”
When we arrived to the morgue, we stood in front of a big, heavy door. It seemed like it was made of iron or some sort of metal. There was no way we could just barge in there.
“Okay know-all. What do we do now?” Frank asked.
I had to think for a few seconds. My plan might crumble all together. Then I had another plan, we had to climb through the window.
“Window!” I said while pointing upwards.
“Oh, well, that might actually work.” Frank said, almost not believing it was true.
With one swift jump, Frank was already hanging in the window frame. He pulled himself up and within no time he was inside the building. I followed quickly after. This was actually easier than I eventually had thought.
Within seconds, we were inside. The atmosphere was eerie and very unpleasant. The TL lights were giving of a pale, almost light green colour. It gave off the effect of an abandoned asylum. The building was feeling rather cold, which wasn’t weird if you think about the fact they store dead bodies in here. Right now it was only searching for the right room we had to be in.
We walked through a long corridor with a lot of doors. Every door had a little window on them and a big handle. We could see exactly what was in which room and that also meant we knew if we were standing in front of the right room. When walking for a few minutes, we found the room we had to be in. A chamber full of dead bodies.
That sounded really lurid. And it also was. In the room were storage places with in every one of them just one body. They were quite fresh. The putrid scent of death wasn’t strongly present. At least, not yet.
Frank’s eyes changed colour again. The scarlet red made place for pitch black and he lunged himself at one of the bodies.
“Hey there. Take it easy.” I didn’t get an answer. The only thing I did get was a predatory growl. At least he was feeding. At least it meant I was getting more and safer by the minute. At least, that was what I hoped.
My hunter instincts were also coming up to the surface. I could feel the thirst burning in my throat and my lips curling over my fangs. I could only see red.
I don’t remember much from the feeding, only that the cold blood tasted a lot less tasty than blood from a living human being. It’ll do, I won’t complain, the only thing I am trying to say here is that I had tastier blood in the past. Fresh blood like a nice, hot cup of coffee on a rainy day in autumn. Cold blood, on the other hand, was lukewarm coffee that was made a few hours ago. Just to get the difference.
When I was done feeding, Frank had already started on another body. When I looked around the room, I suddenly realized he had already sucked three corpses dry. Frank had collapsed in the corner, still bent over a body sucking blood. He was sitting on the opposite corner of the room from where I was. When I stood up to slowly walk over to where he was, his eyes flitted open. I had to say I was a bit shocked by what I saw and heard. When he looked at me, his eyes were still pitch black like no amount of blood could satisfy him.
“Frank? What is happening to you?” I whispered, more asking myself what was going on than actually asking it to Frank. The only answer he could give me was a guttural growl.
“Frank?!”
When I called his name again, his eyes changed back to their normal colour for only a second, they went black again after that.
I could only stare at him, not knowing what to do. When he noticed I was looking at him, he let go of the body and let it drop on the ground. The thump-sound sounded much harder than it should but with the tension that was between us, everything seemed much more intense. A sly grin spread across his face and his black eyes were piercing. Somehow, I was getting drawn to him, I couldn’t hold back from walking towards him.
“Oh, Gee, don’t you see what you are doing to me?” he asked me. I don’t know what it was, but something about him was different. I have seen him in many ways, from emotional to physical changes beyond my understanding, but this was very different than he was normally. The way he was right now was so sensual. So seductive. The way he looked at me did it for me, I wanted him and nothing more.
“Gee, let me bite you. Please.” He practically whined.
“Frankie… I- no-. I stuttered. I wanted to give him my whole being if that was what he wished, but I just knew he wasn’t being responsible and he definitely wasn’t being himself right now.
“But I am so hungry. Please, Gee.” He whined even more. This time, he slowly walked towards me and when he finally arrived, he placed his arms around my shoulders, he looked me in the eyes and licked his lips. I could practically feel the heat coming off from him.
“You won’t lose me again. I will do anything to make you feel safe.” He reassured me. His eyes flitted back to their normal colour from black for a moment.
My thoughts raced through my head. The last time he bit me, I got visions from his past life. That was surely something I absolutely did not want. Not only the experience from Frank drinking my blood was traumatizing, but also the visions I got were something I could not explain even if I had them for more than hundred times.
I shook myself out of my thoughts. The look in his eyes when I looked at him was very trusting, even though his eyes were pitch-black. He was a vampire. A bloodthirsty vampire. He could kill whole tribes within an hour if he wanted to, and I trusted him with my life.
I trusted him. I really did. And if this decision meant the end of my life, than that’s the way had to be.

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