From the earth to the morgue

I bit my lip harshly to keep in a laugh as I watched the wife of the man I had murdered just two days ago cried on some stupid news channel begging for anyone to call her if they knew anything about his disappearance. I should call her.
Just to fuck with her.
No I can't.
That's way to risky. I can't get caught. They'll send me to prison. They'll take me away from my Frankie. My sweet little Frankie.
I quickly shook off my thoughts as I turned my attention to Frank. He was staring up at me with those beautiful fucking emerald eyes.

"Don't you think?" He asked softly.

I blinked a couple of times, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion, "I'm sorry baby, what'd you say?"

Frank giggled softly, "Don't you think that's sad?" His eyes saddened slightly, "That poor woman can't find her husband. She looks so scared. So lost. And the poor kids. That man either ran off or died. That has to be so painful. I don't know what'd I'd ever do if I lost you Gee. I'd be so sad. So scared." A small frown laid across his beautifully pale lips.

I sunk my teeth down into my tongue harshly, the metallic taste of blood soon filling my mouth. I've upset him. I didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted that high. It's only affected him slightly. The murders have never affected him before. What could I have done wrong this time? Hopefully he's just emotional right now.

I spread a small, sympathetic smile spread across my cheeks, "You're never gonna lose me, baby boy."

Frankie looked up at me with hopeful eyes, "You promise?" He squeaked out as he pulled his hand out of his little blanket burrito, lifting his pinky finger straight up.

I chuckled softly, wrapping my finger around his, "I promise."

Frank smiled wide, his lip ring clinking gently against his teeth. I felt myself smile wide as well. Fuck. I swear he had the most contagious smile in the entire world. I gently leaned in towards Frankie, closing my eyes in the process. I felt like forever until my lips finally met his.
Fucking fireworks.
No matter how many times we've kissed before.
Every kiss we share makes my head fucking spin.
And you wanna know the best part of it?
I get to kiss these soft, nicotine stained lips every goddamn day.
I am officially the luckiest fucking man in the entire world.
I smiled into the kiss as I pulled Frankie's small frame closer to me. I wanted to feel every inch of his inked over skin.
I've ran my disgusting, blood stained hands over his pure, innocent skin so many times before. I mean of course I always wash the blood away. I scrub at my hands for hours. Not because I can't stand it. I fucking love seeing my hands covered in the blood of others. It's beautiful. It's art to me, but the thought of it on being on his clean skin is sickening. My Skin is dirty. Oh god it's fucking disgusting. And I love every goddamn second of it. I'm fine with being dirty. I'm fine with that fact that no matter how much I scrub the blood away it's still there the blood never comes off. But poor Frankie, like I said, he's clean. Fucking spotless. I could never bring myself to stain his beautiful, beautiful skin.
He seems so scared of the idea of death. He gets so sad when he finds out someone is snatched from their family and friends. He thinks so deeply into it. He thinks about how the person's dreams and ambitions will never be reached. He thinks about how much that person loses. He thinks about how that person will never dream again, they'll never laugh again, they'll never get to wake up and kiss the one they love again. The list just goes on and on.
And then there's me. I love the idea of being the last thing someone sees. I love watching the fear slowly creep up on them when they realize that it's the end for them. I love knowing I can control them. Every single one of them begs for their lives. They all claim to have some type of worth in this pathetic world. And maybe they all do. Just maybe. Even if they only mean something to only one person. And I can take it all away in just one fucking second, and I fucking love it. And no matter how many times my stained fingers run down his pure skin, it never stains his pale skin, and thats beautiful.
Me and Frankie are complete opposites. Maybe that's why we fit so well. Maybe that's why I can't get enough of him. Maybe he's exactly what I wish to be.
I looked down at his curled up figure pressed up against my chest. I smiled gently to myself as I studied each of his flawless features. The way his porcelain skin shined just gently when the light hit it. How smooth his skin was, he's always had this small little dimple right on the bridge of his nose. He hates it, but I absolutely loved it. It's a part of him of course I loved it.
I snapped out of my thoughts turning my attention back to the small ball of perfection curled up in my lap. Frank stretched out his arms letting out a small yawn.

I smiled wide, placing a soft kiss on the top of his head, "Are you tired, my darling?"

Frankie looked up at me with the most adorable little smile I've ever seen, "mmm, extremely."

I chuckled softly lifting his small frame in my arms as I began to walk up the stairs towards the bedroom. Before we even got to the top of the stairs Frank was fast asleep in my arms. I awed softly to myself staring down at his peaceful face before gently placing him on the bed. I pulled the blanket over him, sighing happily. I moved a small strand of his dark brown hair away from his face. I kissed his forehead once more before heading back into the living room. I plopped down on the couch the sense of contentness still circulating through my head.
I looked down at my hands, I saw the blood from the night before appear once more.
I feel empty when I'm not around Frank.
I needed to feel alive again.

I needed to go out and kill again.

Notes

I feel like I haven't updated in forever. I'm sorry you guys