Bad Blood

Slowly, slowly but surely Frank regains consciousness. He can’t remember what happened exactly in the few moments he’s awake. Just pain, darkness, blood and a hot guy with bad hair.

That’s when he remembers what actually happened. Fuck, is he dead? Or is this some twilight shit where he’s now a vampire and he has to choose between a hot gay vampire and a hot gay werewolf.

He opens his eyes and is happy to find him on his couch. Was it a dream then? Or did he get drunk and pass out on his couch.

“Hey you’re up!” Someone says from the kitchen. Frank freaks the fuck out and that’s when vampire dude casually strolls in the room with two cups of coffee in his hand and blood on his shirt. Ummm… What?

Frank jumps up from the sofa, ready to attack a bitch (Or try at least. He’s kinda small and weak and a pussy) but then spots cloud his vision and the next thing he knows he’s being held up by vampire dude.

“Woah, you’re still a little weak from earlier. Careful little dude.” Vampire dude says in a weird motherly tone. Frank groans and blinks until his vision goes back to normal.

He pushes the vampire dude away from him and sits back on the couch, only to have a cup of coffee pushed into his hands.

“Drink the fucking coffee man.” Vampire dude says when Frank gives him a sceptical face. He just shrugs and drinks it. Well at least the dude can make coffee alright.

“Right, well now we’re all settled down I’d like to say a few things.” Vampire dude says and then continues to talk when Frank just continues sipping his coffee. What? He likes coffee.

“Firstly, hi. I’m Gerard. I looked through your stuff so I know you’re Frank Anthony Thomas Iero the third.” Frank kind of chokes a little on his coffee. Trust him to get a stalker vampire dude. Gerard continues to blabber on.

“Secondly, what the fuck is wrong with you Frank! Do you know how unhealthy your blood is? I mean I’ve tasted blood from an anaemic before but Jesus yours is bad. Do you even take Iron pills?” Gerard stands in front of Frank and places his hands on his jutted out hips, huffing and looking at Frank disapprovingly.

Frank blinks a few times before swallowing his mouthful of coffee and slowly shaking his head. This seems to make Gerard’s disapproving face intensify.

Frank really thinks he should be arguing back or saying something to get Gerard to leave or even call the police but he’s too tired and too weak, honestly the dude is hot and Frank is into his whole 2005 emo look so he just sits there.

“I think I know a place that will give me iron pills at 3am. I’ll be back.” Is all Gerard says before he’s jumping out of Frank’s window. Franks eyes widen at Gerard’s actions and he startles even more when Gerard sticks his head through the window, pointing a finger at
Frank with a stern look on his face.

“Get some sleep Frankie, you’re gunna need it.” He says before disappearing again and for good this time. Frank puts his coffee down and thinks- When were he and a vampire on the level of nicknames?

Maybe he was still dreaming…

Sighing, Frank lays back on the couch and decides to take the weird hot vampire up on his advice. Sleep sounded pretty good right around now.

Notes

Whoop next chapter. The next one will be better and longer, I promise.