Late dawns and early sunsets

Frank’s new Misfits shirt was soaked in beer.
Drunk asshole He thought as he pushed open the back exit of the bar. Even though it wasn’t a work night he’d come to hang out with his co-workers have a beer or two listen to a shit punk band. But hey it’s all a part of living in jersey.
If you could even call it living. Half the state tweaked out on something and the other half princeton brats that came from different states not understanding anything about the place they were planning on living for the next four years. Sooner or later they would then they’d pick and drug and become as fucked up as the rest of them.
Frank ran his hands across his shirt trying to push out all of the liquid. He shivered as the cold wind pushed past him. It was one maybe two in the morning but Frank was wide awake. He had to be he’d been working at bars since he was seventeen. Didn’t need to go to college when he already had a guaranteed job. Didn’t pay great but enough to afford a dumpy studio apartment in a halfway decent neighborhood. Where he didn’t have to worry about drive bys or daily robbery.
Frank pushed his hair back leaning against the wall of the bar. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes a habit he started when he was 13. As he puffed on his cigarette his nose began to run due to the bitter cold of the night. He pulled his jean jacket in tighter.
“Hey you’re the bartender right?” A man approached Frank. He was much taller than Frank, though that was barely a feat. He outstretched his pale bony fingers. Frank shook his hand. “Not tonight but most days yeah” Frank said flicking his ashes onto the ground. He heard the sizzle of ice melting at the burnt cancer hit it. Best sound in the world.
“I’m Gerard” The man nodded.
He fit the name. Gerard had elegant features, gentle jawline, small pixie nose, high cheekbones, green eyes, pale skin and black hair. He pulled out his own cigarette and lit it.
“I’m Frank” Frank said not quite sure why this man had come to talk to him. Gerard was most likely drunk. It wouldn’t be the first time Frank had been approached by drunk men. Maybe it was his hair, dark brown and wavy, or his eyes, golden brown, or his tattoos, which cover almost every inch of his exposed skin, Frank never knew. But people seemed to always be drawn to him. Correction intoxicated people had always been drawn to him. Sober people didn’t seem to see him the same way as they had the night before. Because of this fact Frank had stopped hooking up with random drunks.
“I like your shirt” Gerard said not looking at Frank. Frank looked down at his beer stained shirt though you couldn’t really tell because it was black but Frank hated the feeling of the shirt stuck to his skin.Frank raised his eyebrows at the man.
“You and everyone else this side of jersey” Frank wasn’t feeling like getting hit on tonight. Even though gerard was clearly attractive Frank was actually tired.
“I wasn’t trying to come onto you. You just looked lonely” Gerard said again without looking at Frank. Instead he was looking at the moon as the clouds moved past it. It looked like it would in your typical scary movie, bright yellow with dark gray clouds surrounding it.
“I am lonely but that’s really none of your business” Frank said bitterly. At this Gerard turned towards him staring at him little too directly. His gaze was intense. It made Frank shift uncomfortably. He hated it when strangers acted like they knew him. He was tempted to walk away but something stopped him.
“You were bothering me it became my business” Gerard said monotone. Frank scrunched his eyebrows.
Who gives him the right! Frank thought.
“Well problem fixed I’m not alone anymore” Frank muttered into his cigarette still uncomfortable with Gerard’s presence. Who even is this guy? I haven’t seen him here before Frank pondered.
“Being alone and being lonely are two different things. Being alone is a physical state whereas being lonely is an emotional feeling. Loneliness comes from longing,” Gerard said. emptiness is loneliness and loneliness is cleanliness and cleanliness is godliness and god is empty just like me.
“What an interesting thought,” Frank rolled his eyes and flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground. He’d had just about enough of that strange man.
Maybe he wasn’t drunk Frank thought as he walked away and Gerard made no attempts to follow him or convince him to stay. Usually they persuade Frank to stay until they get what they want, what they want is usually sex, but not Gerard he just stood there smoking his cigarette staring at Frank curiously.
As Frank walked his the five blocks to his apartment building his feet crunching the slush on the sidewalk he thought about Gerard. Was he longing? For what? People? No. He’d decided a long time ago that he didn’t need people to feel complete. So then what was it? It was like Gerard had implanted this thought or idea that Frank was incomplete now he felt it. Frank numbly and robotically pushed his key into the metal gate pushing it open and pulling it shut behind him. That was another noise he loved. The slam of metal on metal. Some people found it grading but Frank’s lips twitched at the ends at the noise. The first real smile of the day.
He lumbered up the stairs ignoring the elevator. As he riffled through his keys standing in front of his door he couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching him but he dare not turn around. He just found the right key and pushed open his ever sticking door. When he shut it he made sure he locked the deadbolt too. He sighed flicking on the lights. Only 2:47AM early for Frank.
Even despite that he was tired. He didn’t even work tonight. Maybe working keeps me from thinking that’s why I work so much He thought half heartedly.
He sighed again sitting down on his bed and pulling off his shoes jacket and shirt. Frank knew he should take a shower. He smelt like cheap beer and cigarettes but his bed was so soft and almost suddenly he felt as though he couldn’t get up. Without even turning the lights off Frank curled up on his bed and fell fast asleep.
Frank woke with a start. His vision was blurred and he felt dizzy. He pushed his palms to his eyes rubbing them roughly trying to clear away the sleep, but it didn’t work.
He sat up slowly and felt his legs sink into the mattress like a sponge. Frank looked down hesitantly. His entire body chest down was covered in blood. Frank panicked pushing the sheets off of him searching for a stab or gunshot wound but found nothing.
Maybe it’s a dream he thought.
But it was all too vivid. Frank stood up too quickly getting a severe head rush. He could feel himself falling down in slow motion. He could feel streams of red thick liquid running down his legs and chest like someone had just hosed him down with the stuff.
Right when he was sure he’s hit the ground, Frank felt arms grab him cradling him almost. He saw the thin long pale fingers first straining against his bare chest then turning his head he saw a quick flash off black hair but it was hard to tell since his room was nearly pitch black.
Someone had turned out the lights He thought.
An overwhelming feeling washed over him. Frank was sure he was going to die. He’d never been afraid of death but this is not what he wanted to go out unaware and covered in blood. But it was all too much the blackness closed in on him suffocating everything until he was choking.
and then nothing.

Notes

I kinda wanted to do a vampire fic. I hope you guys enjoyed it I'll try to update when I can. I'm sorry if there are speeling or grammar errors.

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