Unapologetic Apathy

When I came over to the manor the next day, I was met by a surprise.

The door was left open by a crack, and there was a trail of blood spread from the foyer down the hall. I followed it, raising my fists in case something lunged out at me. I didn't get too far before I saw a shadow moving in the darkness, with a slumped figure thrown over their shoulder.

"Damn," the figure cursed. Gerard. He dropped the slumped silhouette beside him, an it it the ground with a sick thump .

"Gerard," I said cautiously. He froze.

"Fuck," I heard his whisper.

"What did you do?" I said, trying to keep my voice from sounding scared. I knew he had killed people. I knew he was a vampire. I had accepted it and learned to move on. I even fucking knew he had bodies in his walls! But this was too much.

"He came in here on his own- i swear I just-" he started pacing towards me carefully.

"You killed that person. You're not even hungry. You just killed for sport," I whimpered. When he came closer, I saw his face clearer, red all over his mouth as dripping down his shirt. His hair was clumped with it.

"Frankie-" he started, but I cut him off again.

"Don't call me that with his blood in your mouth," I whisperred. He raised a sleeve and rubbed at his face. There was a flash of negetive emotion in his eyes, but I couldn't decide if it was remorse or disappointment.

"You weren't supposed to see that," he mumbled, "he broke in and tried to kill me- I'm sorry. People start to figure it out, and they come to kill me, and I panicked and did what I usually did. I should've just...I don't know. Sorry," he said quietly, glancing back at the corpse slumped painfully in the hallway.

"fuck you," I murmured and stormed ou the door.

Gee POV

"Frankie! Wait! Aww, shit," I called after him, trying to keep up, but I hesitated. I remembered the body. I turned back, grabbed the body and opened the servants door, one of the many tiny doors that led in the walls. A dusty body of a girl fell out. "Shit. Fuck." I cussed and tried to catch her. It was a mess. I leaned my body weight against the falling corpses to keep them in.

I pushed them both clumsily in the walls, and closed the door awkwardly behind them, then I sprinte off to did Frank.

He was gone, and the only thing that greeted me was the darkness of the long stone walkways and the tall trees. Even with my night vision, I couldn't see Frank anywhere. I didn't want to go anywhere covered in blood, though, and that was the only thing stopping me from running to his house that moment.

"Aghh," I sighed, kicking a rock angrily. Why did I mess everything up so much? I slowly, hesitantly went back inside the house, shutting the door behind me.


Frank Pov

I ran inside the base, slamming the heavy door behind me. Kelsie and Ray were there, very angry at me. They both stood up with angry expressions on their face, ready to yell at me.

"Why don't you turn on your communication for once?" Ray snapped.

"I didn't need to, it was essential that he didn't notice I was-"

"Fuck that, Frank. Fuck that. Thanks to you, Sam is hurt and-"

"What happens to Sam? Where is he?" I panicked.

"In the bathroom, cleaning up. He's um- he's been-" Kelsie croaked. She had gets in her eyes, her voice cracking significantly. I pushed past them both and stormed into the bathroom without cen knocking. I ignored their protests.

What. the. fuck. Sam was there, sitting against the wall, crouche behind the sink, a bloody washcloth in his hand and his head thrown back. I examined him, twitching and gasping quietly, his blonde hair was red and his neck was black with blood. A stark, angry bite mark stood out on his neck. He pressed the once-white cloth against it. His muscles were tense and he was curled in a painful ball.

"Sam," I gasped, and he turned to look at me, forcing his eyes open. They were blood red.

"His sister, Harley," Kelsie whisperred.

"We were huntin her, and she got pissed. She said we would get it if we were like her. That he was sill her in the inside. She was trying to prove a point," Rya finished. He looked tired, dark circles under hi eyes. Bloodshot, just-finished-crying eyes.

"How long ago did this happen?"

"We got back ten minutes ago. We were trying to reach you, but your cell phone was off and your com links were dead. What do we...what do we do with him?"

"We keep him alive."

"He's a vampire!"

"Gerard and I are looking for a cure! If we keep him alive, we can-" I stopped talking when Sams hand shot out and grabbed me. His grip on my wrist was insane and erratic. He pulled himself closer and struggled to bite me, delusional with pain.

"Sam, stop!" Somebody yelled. He openne his mouth and two sharp fangs stabbed into me. I gasped a bit but let him drink, motioning for the others to stay where they were. I didn't realize I was crying until tears were drilling down my face. I eventually wrestled Sam of me.

We we left him in the bathroom to le him turn and for our own safety. We were quiet te rest of the night. Now I had to look for a cure with Gerard.

Notes

Blah. Whoever still reads this, thanks