3rd Person POV

Frank dropped the cigarette from out of his mouth. He stared at Gerard. Completely frazzled. Who then slammed him back onto the brick wall. Frank hissed in pain, Gerard smirked and for less of a better word. Attacked his face.

The boys were all over each other, I couldn't say what it was like. Two wolves fighting for dominance or a homeless guy and a cheap hooker going at it.
It was gross, it was raw. It was wrong in all the right ways.

Slurs of profanities went here and there.

"Fuck." Gerard grinded on Franks leg. Who was involuntarily vibrating.

"Would it be that bad, if I bare backed you right here? Right now." Gee growled.

Frank didn't say anything Gerard could understand, or anyone for that matter. It was an inaudible high pitched, squeaky moan.

"Shit, that's hot"

Thirty Minutes Later

The boys jeans were soaked, and their respect for each other had vanished. They sat next to each other, avoiding eye connection.

Gerard put an arm around Frank, who stayed completely stiff.

It took forever for one of the boys to say something. "I cant believe...-"

"I know." Gerard interrupted him.

"I need to change.." Frank looked a the wet spots on his pants. Gerard looked at his own.

"Gym clothes.."

"We could ditch, and go to your place, I've never been there before."

Gerard looked instantly panicked. "Not my place. Your place."

Frank shook his head. "My mom's probably home. She'll give me a lecture about fucking my best friend."

Gerard sighed. "Was this a mistake?"

"You're the one who-.."

Gerard kissed his cheek. "Yeah, I'm the one who started it. I know."

"I don't think it's that big of a mistake."

School Ends, Gerard Enters His Home Along With Mikey

"Jamia?!" Mikey calls. Ever sense Gerard turned her into a vampire, she's been acting like a ninety year old with Alzheimer's. They've been forced to babysit the bitch. They absolutely didn't have the time to teach her about life, hell they didn't know the first thing about it either.
Not anymore at least.

"Where is she?" Gerard growls.

Mikey turns to him, "That fucking bitch."

The boys run around the house, looking for Jamia.

"Not in the basement!" Mikey yells. He runs back upstairs to meet Gerard. Who was looking out the window.

Jamia was in the backyard. Lying on the grass, looking up at the sky.

"We need to get rid of her. Frank asked to come over today." Gerard said in his monotone key of voice.

Mikey, turned to face his blood brother. "Are you getting..attached?"

"Of course not." Gerard spat.

Mikey nodded.

"Get her and bring her down to the basement, I'll get the blade."

He nodded again and dragged Jamia inside.

An Hour Later

The brothers strapped the girl down and held a silver dagger straight above Jamia's cold heart.
The wooden steak was a myth. The only thing that could really get a vampire was a certain type of silver shank. There were only seven in the world, they were a special type of silver that were made from depths of hell.
And Gerard was one of the seven ancients who possessed the enchanted weapon.

"Five, four, three, two, one."
The brothers sunk the shank into her heart.
She struggled till the light left her eyes. The artificial light.

Maroon blood splashed all over the boys. Gerard looked at his brother.

"Clean up, I'll call Frank."

Mike smirked, he knew Gerard wanted the kill. But he wanted it more. And Mikey always gets what he wants. Everyone knows that.

Notes

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