I never told you what I do for a living.

That same night they decided to hang out at the graveyard. How stereotypical. Although the setting was really dark and gloomy, Gerard felt at home in places like this. The dark whispers that came from the shadows relaxed him. The silence somehow softened the screams in his head for blood.

The moon was half-full and the stars shone bright. It was a really bright night, so the earth was still lightened by the shining of the moon and stars.

Knowing Frank, he brought two bottles of strong whiskey. The day continued of them both telling each other about their pasts. Gerard told Frank about the day he was transformed and Frank told Gerard more stories about his days in the Spanish army. Truth be told, the mood between them was sad and dark, so the whiskey was a very welcome guest.

“Are we almost there yet?” Frank asked, while following Gerard on his tracks.

“Yes, almost. It is a little walk but it’ll be worth it. I have never seen a person come there so we can spend the night over there. It’s totally safe, I promise.”

“Okay.” Frank answered. “If you say so.”

After a while of walking though the dark woods, they arrived at a clearing in the middle of the woods behind the graveyard. They decided to take their places on it. Surprisingly enough, the row of graves didn’t end. Some headstones were standing here for more than 200 years, but since there was no one to care for anymore, they will stand here up until eternity. Gerard decided to sit down and lean against the first headstone he could find. Frank just decided to take place next to him and give Gerard his bottle.

They sat a few moments in silence. Actually, they didn’t even know how long they sat there. Gerard was way too busy to look at the stars and the moon. He loved looking at them because they reminded him so much of his lost mortality.

Frank, on the other hand, was already chugging on his bottle of whiskey. Bringing back memories of the past wasn’t his favourite thing to do. With whiskey, he could forget them, even if it was only a little bit. He started to feel warmer inside the more he drank. The more he drank, the less lonely he felt and the less the war-flashbacks were.

Gerard shot a quick glance at Frank, who was not looking okay at all.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly. Frank was staring into oblivion and shaking a little. A little sheen of sweat started to appear on his forehead.

Frank didn’t answer. Gerard decided to sit in front of Frank. As he was lowering to his knees, he looked in Frank’s eyes and got scared of what he saw.

For a split second, they stared at each other. The gaze in Frank’s eyes was the one of a predator. His pupils were dilated to the maximum with a small, red edge around them.

With a growl, Frank lunged himself at Gerard. Gerard tried to push him off but Frank had him pinned to the ground. As soon as Frank saw his chance, he let his fangs sink in Gerard’s neck. Gerard tried to fight back but he couldn’t push off Frank.

“Frank, stop!” he pleaded. The only response Frank gave was an animalistic growl.

“Frank, please!” Gerard’s pleading started to sound more like whimpers. His vision was starting to get blurry and the moment he started to pass out, Frank came back to his senses.

“O-oh my god.” Frank blurted out. “Gerard! Gerard, are you still there? I am so sorry!” Gerard wasn’t really able to say anything. He just stared at Frank like he had seen a ghost. Frank’s chin was covered with Gerard’s dark blood. His pale marble-like face stood off against the dark red liquid.

“Dude, what the fuck were you doing?!” Gerard finally blurted out. He was angry. Or to put it better; he was mad.

“I-I’m so sorry..” Frank almost whispered. He was shocked that he could do that to another vampire. He never had the urge to bite another partner in suffering, Gerard was the first one he ever bit. Frank couldn’t really help it, though. To him, Gerard’s smell was almost irresistible. Hell, it was irresistible, otherwise this wouldn’t have happened.

Gerard stood up, slightly dizzy and almost losing his balance. He reached for his blood-soaked neck. Suddenly, Gerard fell down. He was frantically shaking and his eyes rolled back.

Frank stood next to him in shock. He wanted to punch himself in the face for what he’d just done. Gerard’s scent was really good, and he knew this was going to happen someday, but he wasn’t prepared for what was happening directly in front of him. Frank heard Gerard was trying to say something. Frank dropped himself on his knees to hover over Gerard’s shaking body. His fists clenched on the fabric on his shoulders.

When Frank could hear Gerard’s voice a bit better, he heard a very familiar language. When he leaned in to try to hear it better, he heard that Gerard was speaking Italian. Not was it only just Italian, but they were very familiar words.

Frank was hearing his own story out of Gerard’s’ mouth. It was the story of Frank’s transitioning.

“Mama! Mama mi dispiace!” Frank heard over and over again. Gerard was getting visions of Frank’s mother telling him to leave. It was heart-breaking. Frank couldn’t bear to see and listen to it anymore, so with tears in his eyes he started to shake Gerard.

“Gerard! Gerard please, wake up!” Nothing happened. Frank started to feel tears swelling up in his eyes, full of regret of what he had just done. Why did he have to be so stupid? He should have tried to pull himself back. He’d never had to drink that much. Why the fuck did he do that?

Questions were shooting through his head like arrows.

Frank slapped Gerard on his cheeks to try to get him back to his senses.

“Please, stay with me!” he cried.

Gerard started to become a bit more tranquil. Suddenly, he opened his eyes with a shot.

While Gerard was still laying in Frank’s arms, they stared in each other’s eyes.

“What the fuck just happened?” Frank asked frantically.

“I think.. I think I was you.” Gerard said softly.

“You were me? How?”

“I think I was talking with your mother, while I was in your body.” Gerard was really confused, he couldn’t really fit the pieces into the puzzle of what just happened.

“Frank?” Gerard asked softly.

“Yes?” he almost whispered back.

“Wh-why have you bitten me?” Gerard asked softly while biting softly on his lower lip. He almost couldn’t look straight at Frank so he tried to avoid looking him in the eye.

“I.. I could not not bite you.”

“What? How?”

“Don’t you understand, Gerard? Your scent is irresistible. When I saw you entering the bar the first night we met, I couldn’t get my eyes off of you.” Frank confessed, and it was true; Gerard was the flickering flame on a candle in the dark and Frank was the moth that was pulled to it. Frank knew that when he came too close, he would be burned and that was exactly what just happened. He burned himself and he knew for sure that this was a wound that wasn’t meant to heal.

Gerard looked him straight in the eye. He was shocked by the words that were coming from Frank’s mouth. Gerard placed his hand softly on Frank’s cheek. Frank had seen his chance and placed his lips gently on Gerard’s.

Gerard didn’t really know what was happening. As soon as it started to dawn on him, he pushed Frank off.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t do this!” Gerard stood up and walked away, deeper into the dark woods.

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