Unapologetic Apathy

He was only 15. What were we going to do? Sam had begged not to send him home.

He was still acting a little weird for the next few days. But, with all the torment I had watched him go through whe be was bitten, I assumed the anxiety and nervousness was common. He usually just spent his days curled up on his designated chair, staring around him with squinted eyes at the light, clutching his stomach. I almost cried looking at him.

I used to to look at him and see a joyful, innocent teenager. The past few weeks, I couldn't recall him changing and becoming so... Different. It seemed like eternity had passed without my com link on, spending all my time at the manor. I saw the confusion as fear on his face plain as day.

When he he finally passed out on the bathroom floor, we dragged him over to the cot we set up in the main room. Kelsie started stress baking again. Ray was typing up on his computer, looking for a cure. I wondered if Gerard was doing the same.

For a day, he just laid on the cot, occasionally waking up gasping. We had tied him down. We just waited for him to go back to sleep. Each time he did this, Kelsie cried a bit and went back to the kitchen. I mentioned giving him something to...eat, but Fay got angry.

"We can't starve the kid, Ray," I argued.

"Were not going to support a vampire in this base," he said. I flinched.

"This is Sam. He's only fifteen," I hissed.

"And his sister is only a bit older. We tried to kill her, too. And Gerard. I can't believe how friendly you've been getting with him! A vampire, Frank!"

At that moment, Sam flinched awake, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't twitching or jerking or trying to escape, he just staring at the white ceiling above him, licking his lips.

"Sam." He didn't respond to us. He just groaned.

"Are you okay?"

"What. Do you. Think," he grunted.

"How do you feel?" I wondered.

"Th-thirsty," he panted.

"Okay. I'm going to get you something to drink." I got up and glared at Ray. He gave me a look of venom and I unscrewe th cap off a plastic water bottle of blood. Sam twitched and tried to look at me, but I was too far away. "I'm going to take these straps off, okay?" I slowly went for te straps. Sam nodded furiously.

I undid did the straps and his arms were free. He grabbed frantically for the bottle an chugged it, and I tried to hold back on vomittig. He looked sick. He was pale an sweating and tire looking. He finished the bottle and let it fall out of his hands into the ground. He groaned.

"Better?" I asked.

"I feel like shit," he said truthfully.

"Hey. No swearing," Kelsie called from the kitchen. I smiled grimly.

"How else do you feel?" Ray wondered from a cross the room, his arms crossed an looking like a therapist. A tired therapist living solely on caffeine.

"Ugh. Painful. Eerything hurts," he moaned. "I feel so gross," he whimpered. "You have to kill me."

"No! Hell no. Gerard and I are looking for a cure. Well find one, okay?" Sam looked suspicious, but he nodded.

"I don't want to die. I just want to be back to normal," he said. "And why are you so close with Gerard now?"

"W-what?" I stuttered. Close by, first name basis- not killing him kind of close? Or making out on his couch and giving each other mutual handjobs?

"You don't want to kill him any," he yawned, "anymore."

"Okay, kid. Get some rest. We'll talk when you've had some sleep." He fell back on the cot and closed his eyes. I waited for him to fall asleep completely and then did his straps up again, afraid he might get hungrier and try to escape. Who knows? Gerard had sai that he killed all his servants and maids when he was first turned.

And i I never did figure out how you got turned. Obviously it took more than a bite. I was thinking blood exchange or some shit. Like a blood borne virus . I stopped thinking about it.

When Sam woke up again, he claimed he was finally okay. He wanted out. And for the next few nights, we let him wander around the cramped base, but not outside. After a while, we tried to persuade him to live back with his parents, but he refused.

"No! No, I might hurt them! If it's not a problem with you, I want to stay here!" He protested.

"Sam, vampire or not," he flinched at the word, "we'll get in trouble and be charged with kidnapping. You're parents don't know where you are, and you're probably a missing person." H nodded but still didn't move.

"Fine. Stay with us at our house."

He shyly nodded and now, Sam lives with us. I love Sam and all, but were technically kidnappers now.


The next few days, he'd been bugging me to come with me to the manor. I'd been going, because that was our deal, but I never went inside. I left the bottles on the porch and knocked on the door and ran. I'd noticed, actually, that Gerard had been waiting at the door to try and catch me on the porch. But I'm a fast runner.

I didnt tell Sam he could come because I didn't want him finding about our fight, which would lead to him finding out about our complicated love life. Which would lea to him findin oh the most successful vampire hunter in the world was fucking a 200 year old gay vampire murderer. A bit hypocritaical. And not appropriate for a 15 year old boy.

But eventually, he came to the manor with me, for the cure.
we walked up the driveway one night. He was looking around constantly, claiming he was just amazed at his new eyesight. He jogged up to keep pace excitedly.
Then I knocked on the door, which was automatically opened by Gerard.
His face was shocked, smug, and mischievous all at once.

"Oh, so you're finally going to talk to me," he hummed.

"Sam needs your help," I said, an excuse. But I did kind of miss him in a weird way. He looked beside me at Sam, who was looking at his shoes shyly. A small look creeped on his confused scowl.

"Oh, so you only want to drop by when you want to use me?" He accused. I shook my head.

"I need to know if you've found a cure."

"Does it look like I have?" He said, scowling in a way that showed the tips of his fangs, "and besides. I could barely work on anything now. I used the bottle blood you gave me for all The rituals and summonings. Now since you've been gone I've had to drink it."

"Wait. What?" Sam and I both said at the same time.

"Yeah," he frowned, leaning one elbow arragonlty on the doorframe. "I use that in rituals. I drink Frank's." Sam made his eyes go wide as saucers. "Yeah, the bagged stuff is usually stale and fake. By Frank's is nice and clean and smokey and sweet and..." He continued, watching Sam look at the ground suddenly. Did he...find amusmant in this kind of stuff? I saw Sam's fist clench and he started to breath heavily.

I I glanced back up and saw Gerard, with a fake sense of worry on his ace.

"Fuck you," I spat.

"Fuck you, too," he winked, shutting the door ormolu behind him. It clicked when he locked it, but I tried anyway.

"Fuck him." I whispered to mself. I remembered Sam, hunched over beside me.

"Hey, you okay, kid? You know he was just joking," I told him. He looked up at me, and I flinched when I saw his face. He looked pale and his eyes were dark red rust. He licked his dry lips.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said breathlesssly. I pretended to ignore that he glanced at my neck four times on the walk down the long walkway, but when we got to the iron gates, I stopped him.

"Hey, kid, you're not okay. You look starving. You need to bite me?" I asked, fully okay with it. He looked horrified, but his eyes kept staring at my neck.

"No, I'm not going to bite you," he said, "I'm just tired that's all."

"No, that cocky bloodsucker made you hungry."

"Please stop saying that," he grunted, then winced. At first I thought he was offended, but then I saw him lick his lips again.

"Shit. Sorry. But, it's okay if you want to.."

"No it's not. Let's just go." i couldn't stand to see him like this. I was going to do exactly what I hated Gerard for doing.

"But I taste good," I argued. How were you supposed to talk about blood to a vampire? "Gerard says I taste like nicotine and cookies." I saw him wince, and he bit his lip. I saw a trail of black blood dribble down his chin. He didn't seem to feel it.

I craned my neck to the left. I reminded myself that I trusted Sam. He wouldn't hurt me. Plus, I could fight him off. Before I knew it, he was lunging at me, biting hard, messily getting blood down his white shirt and running down my neck.

After a minute, I pushed him off. He looked at my neck with a mixture of horror and cravings. I felt the blood drying on my shoulders.

"Come on, let's get you home," I said, wiping the blood off his face with my sleeve.

Notes

This felt like it took a long time to write...I love gore and also drama and also Arrogant Gerard is back and Sam is a vampire ahhahahahahahaha