Ghost Stories

Gerard’s P.O.V

I hear distant voices whispering as my mind is coaxed into a state of consciousness. My eyes remain closed as I try to listen to what they are saying. “Will he be okay, it worked right?” Frank.

“Yes, he’ll be fine, don’t worry Frank.” A deep male voice that I didn’t recognize said.

“Thank you again, Andy, you saved Gerard and for that I am forever in your debt.” Frank said and I decided ‘fuck it’ as I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. Frank and who I presumed to be Andy looked over at me. A smile lit Frankie’s face up, I returned it as I studied the man known as ‘Andy’. He had piercing icy blue eyes, pale skin, chiseled features, fantastic cheekbones, the guy looked like he was sculpted by the fucking gods. Strands of his dark hair were sticking out from under his top hat. His lips moved slightly forming what appeared to be a smile directed towards me. I hesitantly waved at the stranger as I stood up, regaining my composure. Frank moved towards me but Andy still remained where he stood, his eyes forever locked upon me, studying me, a smirk rested upon his ghostly face. I detected something strange in his eyes however, could it be desire or even lust?

I tried to shake off the feelings and Andy’s unwavering gaze as Frank pulled me into a tight, comforting hug. I relaxed as his arms snaked around my waist pulling me closer. “Hey, Gee, glad you’re awake.” Frank said as he, much to my dismay, pulled away leaving me longing for his touch. He then directed my attention towards Andy who glared at me in way that made me feel like I was his prey and he my predator. I started to entertain myself by looking down towards the black, wooden floors not daring to meet his wanting gaze. “Gerard, this is Andy, the man who saved you.” Frankie said while motioning his hand towards Andy, I begrudgingly looked up, and found that he was striding closer to me. My whole body tensed for some reason fearful of what he might do. Andy stopped a few inches in front of me before bending down while lifting off his black top hat in one swift motion, and before I could react picked up my hand and laid a gentle kiss on it. He fucking kissed it?! I could feel the anger radiating from Frank while he did this.

“It was a pleasure saving you, my dear, I couldn’t let such a beautiful soul go to waste now could I.” He said as he stood back up, smiling at me, lust still in his icy gaze. I felt my face heat up as I directed my gaze towards the dusty floor once more.

“Andy, I think you better go now.” Frank said through grit teeth trying to remain calm but letting his frustration seep through.

“Awww, but Frankie Gerard and I only just began speaking, don’t you think it would only be fair if we got to know each other a bit more.” Andy pleaded while letting a mischievous smirk grace his face.

“Leave!” Frank said but Andy still remained where he stood. “Now Andy!” He raised his voice even more as Frank began to push Andy towards the door, Andy giving him the pouty face. He smiled and waved at me once more before Frank shut the door in his face.

“Sorry about that Gee.” Frank said while closing the distance between us. He then lifted my chin up and began to slowly close the distance between our lips. Just when our lips were about to connect the door swung open revealing a distraught looking Birdie, sweat, blood, and fading paint covered her face.

Notes

First of all: I am sorry that I have not updated in so long, I've just been stuck and I didn't know where to go with this story. So I'm sorry it's not much but I wanted to update so yeah sorry that it's a pile of shit. I hope that maybe some still read this and to those who are thank you so much I really appreciate it. I love you and as always please feel free to leave a comment or message me letting me know your thoughts. :)