Late dawns and early sunsets

Vampires were a dying breed. It was Gerard’s job to make sure that doesn’t happen. A recruiter is what they called it. Contrary to popular belief there is only one way to turn a human into a vampire. And it’s a long and intricate process. Only some humans can survive the process and even fewer vampires could turn them.
First Gerard had to stalk. Like he was doing now. Music venues and pubs were best that’s where he’s found the best candid. He had to look for strength, not only physical but also mental. It was easy for Gerard to spot they had a certain sot of look on their faces. Age beyond their years you could call it. Right now Gerard had his eyes set on a short attractive man who circled the room with ease and familiarity.
Next he had to make sure. He couldn’t go back once Gerard made the connection; the last thing he wanted was a half turned fledglings running around the city. They are the ones that cause the most chaos, the ones all the books and movies were based on. Most vampires didn’t need to feed for months, old ones for years. Fledglings need a lot of energy to survive the change so they feed much more often and in higher quantities.
Then Gerard had to make the connection. Strike up a conversation, get his name or any other information he cares to give. This was trickier than most thought. Gerard was taught to never walk straight up to a candidate, always try to get them alone. Gerard used his compulsion on a random man.
“You are going to spill your drink on that man,” Gerard pointed at the candidate, “In exactly one minute, you understand?” The man’s eyes were glazed over, His face as calm as a Hindu cow. He nodded. Gerard stiffened a laugh. Compulsion was one of the best perks of being a vampire. He’d had some fun using it when he was younger.
He exited the bar and waited. Like a predator waiting for it’s prey. And Gerard was sure about this one. Something about the stranger told Gerard he’d be perfect.
The second part of the connection was physical contact. A handshake would do fine. Vampires have a hormone let’s call it that gets released with physical contact. You can’t see it or smell it but the hormone triggers a chemical reaction in humans that kick starts the transformation. The difficult part was if Gerard released too much the man, Frank was what he said his name was, would die, too little and Frank would simply get a bad cold.
Most vampires can’t control how much they release, Gerard could. Gerard always started off with very little careful not to shock the system, he would have to gradually release the hormone to Frank in the time of a few weeks to fully turn him. He’d start off slow but then built up to higher doses until Frank was creating it’s own hormone and didn’t take it anymore. Gerard would have to stalk Frank for those weeks clean up his messes while he turns he will feed a lot and until Gerard tells him what’s happening Frank can’t know he’s turning. Gerard has to turn him almost completely before he tells him. But this was only the first dose Gerard needn’t worry about that until later.
“I wasn’t trying to come onto you, you just looked lonely,” Gerard said puffing on the cigarette he’d lighten. The moon shown through the clouds in a way that reminded him of the sun. Oh the sun. It’d been so long since Gerard had seen it.
It was true about Frank looking lonely. He’d watched him float around the room all night knowing everyone, which made since because he was one of the bartenders most nights, but he didn’t seem to have any friends. He looked all alone despite being in a room full of people. It’s what drew Gerard to him in the first place.
“I am lonely but that’s really none of your business,” Frank spat. Gerard turned toward him surprised by his outburst. He was lonelier than Gerard had initially thought. He’d always been alone maybe for his whole life. It pulled at something inside Gerard than sickened him. Gerard never felt anything. He’d done too many horrible things to afford feelings if he did Gerard would never get anything done.
Gerard looked at Frank curiously tilting his head slightly. He has nice eyes. Gerard thought. Frank had generally nice features. Gerard hadn’t really noticed them. But Gerard especially liked the way Frank’s eyes reflected the moons glows. He hoped he lives. Frank squirmed at Gerard’s intense gaze. Hmm. He doesn’t like attention. Gerard thought allowing a smirk to play on his lips. Quite frankly Gerard would love to bed Frank just push him up against a wall and feel him out, but of course he couldn’t do that. Gerard sighed letting the smirk fall. Gerard lifted his eyes to Frank’s confused face. Frank was rather cute which went against his tattooed and clearly punk persona.
“You were bothering me, it became my business,” He said simply. Frank eyebrows furrowed. “Well problem fixed I’m not alone anymore,” Frank muttered onto his cigarette.
“Being alone and being lonely are two completely different things. Being alone is a physical state whereas being lonely is an emotional feeling. Loneness comes from longing,” Gerard responded immediately.
“What an interesting thought,” Frank rolled his eyes, flicked his cigarette out of his hand, turned on his heel and left Gerard standing there.
Something inside Gerard wished Frank had stayed longer. Gerard just blamed it on lust and began following him. Gerard was cautious to make sure Frank didn’t see him. But Gerard knew Frank could sense him to some extent. It was the hormones they were already working.
Frank would make an exceptional vampire. Thought Gerard. Maybe even better than me. Gerard laughed at the thought.
He shuttered as the cool breeze that rushed past him from where he sat on the rooftop across from Frank’s apartment building. Of course Gerard couldn’t feel the cold but he could feel the wind and it was always a weird sensation. No cold or heat just air on his skin. Gerard lit another cigarette.
After a half hour or so Frank slipped out of his window jumping gracefully onto a dumpster. Gerard trailed him to a 24 hour mini mart. Frank, who was of course in a numb sort of dream state, didn’t care about causality and simply leaned over the counter top and grabbed the clerk. The woman let out a shriek, which quickly turned into a gurgling noise as Frank ripped out her throat.
Meanwhile Gerard was locking the doors and disabling the security cameras. Frank paid him no attention; Gerard doubted Frank even knew he was there. After securing everything Gerard just stood, arms crossed, staring at Frank as he lapped up the woman’s blood that was now in puddles. It’d been a while since Gerard had seen a first feeding; he never remembered them being so messy.
After a while Frank sat up looked Gerard dead in the eye then left. Gerard laughed and cleaned up. After dealing with as many bodies as he had Gerard was an expert on cleaning up a body. Super human speed and strength helped as well.
Gerard checked his watch. 4:34.
“Shit,” He muttered. The sun would be up soon and he still had to clean up at Frank’s. Apparently Gerard had gotten there a little late because when he walked into Frank’s bedroom he was already awake, though he seemed to be out of it. Hopefully this will pass as a dream. Gerard thought. But before he could think anymore Frank stood up. Bad idea. Blood is not something the human body is used to digesting and Frank’s body was still undergoing extreme changes. Gerard ran to catch the falling man, feeling Frank’s soft warm bare chest pressed against his arms.
Frank looked young like this not troubled like he had outside of the bar or monstrous like he has in the mart. He reminded Gerard of a child, actually. It wasn’t hard to imagine especially when Gerard was cradling him the way he was. Gerard laid him on the ground and set off to change the sheets.
Jesus Frank soaked everything. He thought.
5:56 was the time when Gerard had finished. He has only a few minutes till dawn. He was screwed. Gerard decided rather than hiding out in Frank’s shitty apartment all day he’s sprint back to the clan.
Bad decision. The whole of Gerard’s forearm got burned as it got caught as he darted into the darkness of the warehouse he called home.
“Hey,” Mikey, Gerard’s younger brother, said looking tiredly at him.
“Hey,” Gerard was out of breath and tired from a long day and the thought of more to come just exhausted him more.
“That looks bad,” Mikey said nodding at his singed arm.
Gerard just shrugged and fell onto one of the mattresses that lay in the corner of the room and fell asleep.

Notes

so i did some wirting for this fic I hope you like it