What You Believe

“What are you looking at so intently?” Frank’s voice came out from the door frame. I quickly shut closed the laptop and slid it down my thighs a little.
“Nothing.” I shook my head guiltily at him, trying to smile normally but fully aware my bright red cheeks were anything but normal.
“Yes you were come on what was it?” He smirked walking towards the bed slowly. I knew exactly what he was going to do, so I shift positions a little so the laptop was within my reach quickly.
“I told you nothing. What is this the Spanish Inquisition?” I sighed rolling my eyes which was my mistake as it gave him time to get over to the bed and snatch the laptop off my knees. I leaned forward trying to grab it back but he’d already walked around the side of the bed opening up the black thin lid.
“Oh my god.” He shouted slamming the lid back shut and throwing the laptop on the bed dramatically. “Why are you looking at that?” He shouted closing his eyes and shaking his head. “Why am I still seeing it.” He carried on flopping down on the bed and pushing the laptop off the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing you’re going to break your own laptop.” I laughed at his reaction. “It’s not that bad, it’s not like I was watching porn or anything.” I laughed as he groaned glaring up at me.
“Seriously. Between you saying that, doing the lip bite thing that drives me wild and looking at that” he pointed down to the discarded laptop on the floor “you’re testing my patience and self-control.” He told me honestly looking up at me.
“It was underwear.” I pointed out in a bored tone.
“Yeah but I pictured you in that underwear. How am I supposed to keep my hands off you and take it slow if I’m picturing you in that? Shit is it on my history now?” He asked legitimately worried as I just laughed at him.
“No I went incognito, not that it works when you snatch it away.” I laughed again, looking down at his upside down horizontal figure. “Think of dead puppies or something.” I suggested as he just carried on glaring at me. After our blow up 3 days ago we had decided that we both wanted to see if something could work between us. Every part of me was screaming that it was wrong, but, it felt strangely like the right wrong thing to do. We decided we should take it slow to give ourselves the best chance, I mean the sex was amazing and I would be lying if I said that being around him and not touching him was easy, but, we needed to know there was something else there and not just amazing, mind-blowing, mythological sex.
“Please don’t describe our sex as mythological it makes it sound like your one of those people who dream of having it off with a dragon or something.” He spoke out with his eyes closed causing me to laugh. “And stop thinking about us doing that!” He shouted at me again as I tried to hold my laugh in.
“If you stayed out of my head then you wouldn’t have the problem you currently have.” I smirked as he threw a pillow over his crotch. I leaned over laughing at him and pecked his lips. “This feels like we’re recreating Spiderman.” I whispered on his lips, looking up and seeing up his nose.
“Pretty sure when they do it it’s romantic. Not him staring up her nose.” He laughed as I pulled away smiling.


“Thigh time.” He told me, this time it was my turn to groan out. By trying to put weight on it too soon it turns out I’d damaged the muscle even more and was now not allowed to leave the bed, unless assisted. Belle and Gerard had gone and got clothes and other stuff for me that would help keep me entertained, and, of course I had Frank. We’d spent the days watching films and letting each other in to our lives little by little. We’d completely skirted round the subject of how he became a vampire, what he meant by there was a lot I didn’t know or how he cared for me. We also hadn’t spoken in much detail about what we thought was going to happen from baddie vamp camp, except to give it that nickname. Every day he would check on my thigh to make sure it was healing properly. Something told me that although he healed it that the danger still wasn’t gone and that confused the crap out of me. He pulled the cover off my legs despite my protests and took my calf in his cold rough hands, he put it to the side of him so that he was now sat in between my legs and slide the baggy batman pants up my leg. We’d managed to compromise that I didn’t have to wear the old fashion night dress but I could wear his baggy pants. I noticed him frown a little as he stroked his thumb over the scarred tissue slowly.
“Why are you so concerned?” I looked up at him as his eyes flickered from me to the scar.
“I told you I care about you.” He shrugged, still ghosting his fingers over the bump.
“It’s because he bit me isn’t it? I might not be able to read minds but I can read you Iero.” I told him truthfully as he stared up at me, like he was planning his next move carefully.
“Yeah it is.” He sighed deciding honesty was indeed the best policy. “I sucked his poison out of you. I think I got it all but I have to check for signs that it’s not affected the area around your scar. If it has then it gets tricky, we have another two days until we are clear of it. If I didn’t then it may mean, I have to bite you and allow more of my poison to run through your system to flush out his.” He answered my next three questions all in one statement.
“Ok.” I nodded trying to take it all in. “Why can’t you just do that now to be on the safe side?” I looked down at him as he slid the pants leg down and covering me back up, sitting next to me I wrapped my arm around him pulling him down so that his head was over my heart, knowing he liked to feel and hear it. It was like a comfort blanket for him.
“Because of this.” He moved his head slightly to tap the skin above my vital organ. “If there’s none of his poison in your system then mine wouldn’t have anything to fight, meaning it would fight your antibodies. This is painful for you and carries its own complications. It could turn you, change you or you could be allergic to it. If it’s the latter than there’s no cure for it and you would die. The strain it would put on your body would be unreal.” He mumbled as I felt his jaw moving against my skin.
“But you turn people right? Would it not just be like that?” I asked confused.
“Yeah but it’s not like in the movies where we bite you and you sleep for a few days and then you wake up and your glamorous. It’s messy, painful and scary. Your body and mind has to be ready for it, few pure humans have survived a premature turning, and, those that have didn’t survive in a way that counts. They went crazy, either killed themselves, or, others, or, became reclusive to the point we’re not fully sure they are dead or alive.” He answered, stroking his thumb over my belly.
“Pure humans?” I asked confused.
“Yeah, like you.” He breathed out. “You’re unspoilt in the sense that you haven’t had family history of vampirism. “My turning was a premature turning, but, my parents were vampires so my body was already accustomed to that lifestyle. I had partial DNA build-up of it. My mind was fully unlocked to the belief that humans weren’t the only kind in the world. You’re not.” He looked up at me with a smile that told me he didn’t want to be pushed on his turning and I respected that. He’d opened up so much over the past three days that I knew he would tell me when the time was right. “The dog is home.” He breathed in then out again as I looked confused at him.
“Frank we’re back!” I heard Gerard shout from downstairs.

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