It's Just The Hardest Part of Living

I wiped the blood I just realized was on my hand on my shirt. I'd just got done with a morning hunt with Ray, now heading back to my house. When I got in the house I heard the shower running. Mikey must be in the bathroom. Him and Andy, his mate, stayed in my apartment with me occasionally. The company was nice, it did get lonely around here sometimes. Andy was sitting at the breakfast bar sipping off of some blood drink. I preferred my blood straight from the source, but I wasn't going to knock his choice.

"Hey Andy," I greeted him.

"Hey Gerard. How was the hunt?"

"Not too bad. One tried to struggle," I smirked at the memory.

"Sometimes they don't learn. What did you do?"

"Snapped his neck."

Andy laughed at this. No, I'm not going around snapping random human's necks. The ones we hunt are already criminals. Criminals that have no chance and know their time is going to come, but try anyway. It does always make for an interesting morning.

"Oh yeah," Andy started. "Mr. Stewart called. I guess he wants you to show some new kid around."

"New kid?" I was surprised by this. It wasn't often we got new students.

"Yeah some Sub. I think his name was Frank?" He shrugged his shoulders.

A sub... Well that means I get to sit in on some sub classes. This was a nice thought. I loved to scout out my options. Not that I would ever fall in love with any of them. Most of the subs I've known my whole life, so there was no chance of meeting a mate. I was content with being alone. Mikey thinks it would be good for me, calm me down a bit, if I found a partner. Personally I think it's a little too much of a hassle, but I won't deny it if the opportunity were to come along. But if I were to have one, I would have met him by now I'm sure.

After Mikey was done in the shower I quickly grabbed one. I realized I was running a bit late as I started getting dressed. I didn't have time to do much with my hair, but sometimes the messier the better. I poured some coffee into a thermos and headed to school. The usual crowd I hung around sat on the hoods of their cars when I pulled in.

"Hey Gerard!" a voice yelled. It was Jack, one of my very good friends who used to hunt with Ray and I every morning.

"Hey Jack. Hows Alex and Josie?" Alex was his mate who graduated last year. He stayed at home with their baby Josie now while Jack finished school. His morning were now dedicated to a family and, to be honest, I was never mad at that.

"Great. Josie's almost got the hang of walking. She can get from surface to surface pretty easily," he glowed. He loved being daddy, it was nice to see.

"Maybe that will be you someday Gee," Ray punched me in the arm. The guys started snickering.

"Never," Mikey laughed. "He's too heartless. Likes to play too much."

"Hey, you never know," Andy inserted. Mikey looked at him, a look of acknowledgement. Andy used to be the same way as me before he met Mikey. I knew Andy always wanted a family.

"Well let me finish school first," I said finally. We heard the first warning bell from the building.

I made my way to my first class and quickly sat down. I hated when they started pushing me to find someone. It was annoying when you know you're content with your life and people can't accept that. I tried to focus on what the professor was starting on after the last warning bell sounded. He began on advanced torture methods, mostly for when slaves tried to outburst. This is usually one of my favorite classes, but today I couldn't seem to focus. 10 minutes in I heard my name called over the loud speaker.

"Gerard, you may be excused," the professor announced. I quickly got up and made my way to the office.

"Gerard!" Mr. Stewart greeted me like we were old friends. I did have a good reputation with him.

"What's up Stewart," I said shaking his hand.

"We have that new student here," he began to a whisper. "He's been through a lot, Gerard. This isn't your typical transfer."

"Is he okay?" I asked. Mr. Stewart began to look concerned.

"His mom took him here to Jersey very young. She made him believe he was basically garbage for his entire life. He's cautious, please be easy with him."

"You got it," I assured him. He smiled.

Just then I seen a small boy emerge from the back office, looking over a paper. I could tell right away this boy was damaged. You could barely tell he was even a vampire, the way he was dressed was depressing. Vampires have a thing for tight clothing. Probably because it shows off some of our best features, and we do happen to be sexual creatures. But this boy did not want to show off. No, he wanted to fade into the background. What kind of family would be okay with their child showing obvious signs of regression and not do anything about it?

Then he looked up at me, and my heart melted. His eyes were this beautiful emerald green, surrounded by thick lashes, above dark circles. His skin was like porcelain, but you could tell has been carved in by tears streaming down his face. It took everything in me to not hug this boy and tell him everything would be okay. I noticed the way he was looking me up and down, and I began to chuckle, a smirk forming. He quickly looked away.

"Frank, this is Gerard Way. He's going to be showing you around," he explained. Frank nodded.

"Follow me," I beckoned him with my finger. I could see him visibly swallow. We turned to walk out of the office.

"So, what brings you to Pencey?" I asked starting conversation. He looked back up from the paper he had. "Just move here?"

"Oh, no," he said quietly. "My mom switched my school."

"Seems odd," I replied. I didn't want him to think Mr. Stewart told me everything, so I questioned him. "What school did you go to before?"

"Clary," he said.

"Isn't that a human school?"

"Yes."

"You're not human though."

"No."

"So...?"

He stayed quiet for a minute. Maybe I was pushing too hard.

"Nevermind. I don't want to push you. You seem like a sweet boy," I said, stopping him in the hallway.

"No, it's okay. I'm just not used to having people be so nice to me," he trailed off. I put my hand under his chin to face me.

"I find that hard to believe, sugar," I tried to comfort him. He really did seem sweet.

He smiled at me. I brushed some of the hair away from his forehead."You'll be okay here."

I pulled his schedule from his hand to see what his first class was. Home Ec. Seemed simple enough. He followed me to the room, introduced himself to the teacher and found a seat in the back. I couldn't help but study him the entire time. He took notes with fluidity, his eyebrows furrowing when he was trying to write something down quickly. He looked like he was trying to be a role model student. It was cute.

Did I just describe something as cute? I tried to shake the word out of my head. I noticed him look at me a couple times, almost as if to make sure I was still there. I smiled sincerely when he did this. I felt like I was protecting him. I also felt like he was changing something in me. I don't usually feel this much compassion towards others, especially anyone I've just met.

What did this boy think he was doing to me?

Notes

Second chapter out. I remembered I didn't like writing this chapter the first time I wrote this story, and for some reason I get the same feeling now. I think it's just because I'm only beginning to get this out there, and I know what's to come so chapters like this seem boring and all over the place to me.

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