The Spike in my Heart (Frerard)
Chapter Six
Gerard’s P.O.V
For the second time in two days, I watch Frank’s back as it melts into the night’s black veil. Not that I plan on waiting in the forest’s shadows tonight. Too many times did I gaze at Frank’s beautiful pulse tonight. I need to feed.
I only wait until the hill’s descent has concealed Frank from me fully before blitzing through the still air and stopping a few paces behind him. I can see the hairs on the back of his neck prick up, registering another stealthy presence, but he does not turn around. I blend perfectly into the shadows, keeping myself hidden for the short minutes it takes him to stop at a house. I note its location quickly in my mind as he unlocks the front door and slips inside, peering curiously into the lamp illuminated street before the door closes and hides him completely.
I tilt my head back, breathing in the heavy cacophony of scents swirling in the air. Nearby, my brother and his idiotic posy of the brainless dead are up to some tricks that only they could ever find funny. I can smell their amusement. Pungent.
I slide easily through the unresisting darkness away from them, riding the shadows as if it were second nature. It’s always difficult to find someone to bite because we have to kill them fully. All the self- satisfied beings living in this town make a filthy racket when they wake up underground with marks in their neck and realise they’re dead. Some even break Mikey’s boundaries of stupidity and try to run back into the town, ending up as a smouldering pile of ashes beneath the sun. It’s so inconvenient. Sometimes I have to travel out of the town to find someone suitable, but tonight I can smell I’m in luck. I blitz silently through the winding streets and halt in front of a man lying curled on the road – homeless. He is old, his breathing is stunted, his bones are cracking and his joints are swollen. In this state, life can’t mean too much to him anymore. He might not look appealing, but this makes no difference to vampires. We only have a problem if there’s a blood infection involved.
I kneel beside the man, my eyes honing in on his quick pulse. His eyes dart towards me, large and grey in his sunken face. He says nothing. He does not care.
There’s a whole fantasy around vampires only wanting to bite the young and beautiful. Another craftily overdone theatricality around my species. We eat what we can get. I lean forward, my pale lips rising up to reveal pointed fangs. His blood trickles into my mouth as I stop his pulse, like rubies running through the hands of a rich man. I make sure he is dead before pulling away, checking that I have sliced that one fatal spot. As his body slumps to the ground, I carefully close his eyes before standing up. They will never open again.
I don’t need to do anything with his body, Mikey will soon arrive on the scene.
I make the decision to walk back to the forest and my un-hospitable home, I can think that way.
My mind is too restless for my own good. I need to see the object of my buzzing thoughts again before my contemplation can become calm. I make my way slowly through the silence of the deserted streets, taking the opportunity to look at every detail properly. Every resident of the town is probably fulfilling some kind of curfew at this present moment, they were most likely told to do so by God in a dream they never had. The town’s general appearance is almost comical to me. The houses stand so self-righteously in their places, scowling at the smooth roads with their shuttered windows and bolted doors. The lampposts try to hold their upright dignity and defend their purpose of illumination, when really all they do is cast some highly useful shadows. I shake my head at the queer architecture of humans but find I cannot dwell on it any longer. I have arrived outside the house Frank entered earlier. I purse my lips and look up at the house’s glaring windows; it does not take me long to locate which occupies Frank’s room. I know things.
Realising what comes next, I allow myself an overdone sigh accompanied by a roll of my jet black eyes. I hate turning into a bat. Have you ever heard of something so preposterous? I do not want to be a tiny leathery mammal and I am almost embarrassed of the trait all vampires possess. I check, albeit pointlessly, that no-one is watching before performing the transformation as hastily as possible. Spreading my thin wings, I fly swiftly up to Frank’s window and straight through it. Barriers don’t mean too much to me. As I land and become a vampire again, I hear a shrill gasp diagonally across the room – although it is quickly cut off by Frank clapping a hand over his mouth.
“Fuck, Gee!” He whispers harshly, standing up from his bed and crossing to stand opposite me at the window.
I smirk dryly, not quite sure how much I can let on about my delight in seeing him again.
“I’m just saying goodnight.” I answer, raising an eyebrow in mild amusement.
“Again?” A smile crawls over his perfect lips, the ring glinting enticingly.
I shrug my shoulders, just watching his face. The moon’s gentle glow enchants his skin, casting an innocent wash across his highlighted face and making prominent his carefully sculpted features. He looks back at me, appearing slightly quizzical and obviously trying to find something to say. I may as well be able to hear the cogs in his brain turning.
“Goodnight, Frankie.” I whisper softly, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
His smile broadens, bringing a galaxy of glitters into his burnt brown eyes. The moment lingers before he responds,
“Goodnight, Gee.”
For the second time in two days, I watch Frank’s back as it melts into the night’s black veil. Not that I plan on waiting in the forest’s shadows tonight. Too many times did I gaze at Frank’s beautiful pulse tonight. I need to feed.
I only wait until the hill’s descent has concealed Frank from me fully before blitzing through the still air and stopping a few paces behind him. I can see the hairs on the back of his neck prick up, registering another stealthy presence, but he does not turn around. I blend perfectly into the shadows, keeping myself hidden for the short minutes it takes him to stop at a house. I note its location quickly in my mind as he unlocks the front door and slips inside, peering curiously into the lamp illuminated street before the door closes and hides him completely.
I tilt my head back, breathing in the heavy cacophony of scents swirling in the air. Nearby, my brother and his idiotic posy of the brainless dead are up to some tricks that only they could ever find funny. I can smell their amusement. Pungent.
I slide easily through the unresisting darkness away from them, riding the shadows as if it were second nature. It’s always difficult to find someone to bite because we have to kill them fully. All the self- satisfied beings living in this town make a filthy racket when they wake up underground with marks in their neck and realise they’re dead. Some even break Mikey’s boundaries of stupidity and try to run back into the town, ending up as a smouldering pile of ashes beneath the sun. It’s so inconvenient. Sometimes I have to travel out of the town to find someone suitable, but tonight I can smell I’m in luck. I blitz silently through the winding streets and halt in front of a man lying curled on the road – homeless. He is old, his breathing is stunted, his bones are cracking and his joints are swollen. In this state, life can’t mean too much to him anymore. He might not look appealing, but this makes no difference to vampires. We only have a problem if there’s a blood infection involved.
I kneel beside the man, my eyes honing in on his quick pulse. His eyes dart towards me, large and grey in his sunken face. He says nothing. He does not care.
There’s a whole fantasy around vampires only wanting to bite the young and beautiful. Another craftily overdone theatricality around my species. We eat what we can get. I lean forward, my pale lips rising up to reveal pointed fangs. His blood trickles into my mouth as I stop his pulse, like rubies running through the hands of a rich man. I make sure he is dead before pulling away, checking that I have sliced that one fatal spot. As his body slumps to the ground, I carefully close his eyes before standing up. They will never open again.
I don’t need to do anything with his body, Mikey will soon arrive on the scene.
I make the decision to walk back to the forest and my un-hospitable home, I can think that way.
My mind is too restless for my own good. I need to see the object of my buzzing thoughts again before my contemplation can become calm. I make my way slowly through the silence of the deserted streets, taking the opportunity to look at every detail properly. Every resident of the town is probably fulfilling some kind of curfew at this present moment, they were most likely told to do so by God in a dream they never had. The town’s general appearance is almost comical to me. The houses stand so self-righteously in their places, scowling at the smooth roads with their shuttered windows and bolted doors. The lampposts try to hold their upright dignity and defend their purpose of illumination, when really all they do is cast some highly useful shadows. I shake my head at the queer architecture of humans but find I cannot dwell on it any longer. I have arrived outside the house Frank entered earlier. I purse my lips and look up at the house’s glaring windows; it does not take me long to locate which occupies Frank’s room. I know things.
Realising what comes next, I allow myself an overdone sigh accompanied by a roll of my jet black eyes. I hate turning into a bat. Have you ever heard of something so preposterous? I do not want to be a tiny leathery mammal and I am almost embarrassed of the trait all vampires possess. I check, albeit pointlessly, that no-one is watching before performing the transformation as hastily as possible. Spreading my thin wings, I fly swiftly up to Frank’s window and straight through it. Barriers don’t mean too much to me. As I land and become a vampire again, I hear a shrill gasp diagonally across the room – although it is quickly cut off by Frank clapping a hand over his mouth.
“Fuck, Gee!” He whispers harshly, standing up from his bed and crossing to stand opposite me at the window.
I smirk dryly, not quite sure how much I can let on about my delight in seeing him again.
“I’m just saying goodnight.” I answer, raising an eyebrow in mild amusement.
“Again?” A smile crawls over his perfect lips, the ring glinting enticingly.
I shrug my shoulders, just watching his face. The moon’s gentle glow enchants his skin, casting an innocent wash across his highlighted face and making prominent his carefully sculpted features. He looks back at me, appearing slightly quizzical and obviously trying to find something to say. I may as well be able to hear the cogs in his brain turning.
“Goodnight, Frankie.” I whisper softly, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
His smile broadens, bringing a galaxy of glitters into his burnt brown eyes. The moment lingers before he responds,
“Goodnight, Gee.”
Notes
SO all you people had to endure another chapter of WildAndFallen's (moi) writing because ofcoursefrerard is suffering from........ writers block! *theatrical gasps*ANYWAY thank you all so so much for reading this and please leave votes and comments!! :D <3
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7/28/15