I Can't Begin To Let You Know Just What I'm Feeling

Frank and I danced around like maniacs, in the kitchen. I couldn't help but to notice his adorable- er, I uhhb... His smile was nice, okay? But, damn...

Anyway, we bounced around to "Fuck you" by Placebo. I hummed along as lyrics surrounded us.

"You are scum, you are scum, and I hope that you know the cracks in your smile are beginning to show. Now, the world needs to see that it's time you should go. There's no light in your eyes, and your brain is too slow," I found myself singing along. I hoped that Frank couldn't hear me over the music. Then, I'd noticed that Frank wasn't even paying attention. Thank God for that!! He slowed, staring at me oddly.

"Hey, Gee," he sounded awfully nervous.

"Yeah?" I arched an eyebrow.

He hesitated,"I-I-I lik-" he stopped himself. "Nevermind."

"Please tell me, Frankie," I purposely made my eyes big. I stuck out my lower lip, begging him.

"Its not important," he sighed. "You know, some day."

'BUT WHAT IF HE NEVER TELLS ME?!?!' Is all that I thought about. 'What if I never get to know???'

I nodded, trying to seem understanding. I next song to play, was "Skulls" by The Misfits. This time, it wasn't only me singing. Frank and I both belted out the lines.

"The corpses all hang headless and limp bodies with no surprises and the blood rains down like devil's rain. We'll bathe tonight. I want your skulls. I need your skulls. I want your skulls. I need your skulls. Devil I am and face I peel, to see your skin turned inside out 'cause I gotta have you on my wall. Gotta have you on my wall, 'cause I want your skulls. I need your skulls. I want your skulls. I need your skulls. Go collect the heads off little girls and put 'em on my wall. Hack off the heads off little girls and put 'em on my wall! Oh oh! I want your skulls. I need your skulls. I want your skulls. I need your skulls. I want your skulls! I need your skulls! I want you skulls! I need your skulls! Whoa!"

Before we knew it, it was two o'clock in the morning. We'd spent hours dancing and singing to music that my parents literally prohibited. Nearly the whole time, I wanted to stop everything and kiss Frank.

But two Doms together? Not only were "gay" vampires uncommon, but they weren't "natural." Believe me or not, the only gay vampires were my parents, both being fertiles.

If I didn't tell people that I was a Dom, I could easily pass as a Fertile. Or so I'm told by Frank.

Frank was your stereotypical Dom: Strong, and damn, when he wanted to, he was strong as hell.

Me, on the other hand... I matched stereotypical Fertile. Weaker (unless you got on my bad side) and nowhere near as violent as other Doms. Yet, I was stuck as a Dom. It was kind of unsatisfying being a Dom. Like, really. My parents, being Fertiles, were quiet. They seemed better to be around. I wasn't intimidated by them like I was by the Doms, that's for sure.

Though he was a Dom, Frank was also your typical gentleman. He was nice, and wasn't the type to be mean purposely... That is, until you trigger him. Simple things could set him off. When he was angry, you DID NOT want to fuck with him. I leaned that very early on after meeting him.

Once calmed down (officially), we sat down to watch another movie. This time, it was" Children Of The Corn". Frank stared blankly at the t.v. screen. I occasionally would look away from the movie to find his eyes on me. He'd quickly look away and "play it cool," leaving me a blushing mess.

Notes

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