One more bite won't hurt

With his hunger and longing for blood satisfied to a sufficient level Gerard began the cover up. After making sure that each and every window and crack in the walls were covered so that no speck of light from the flickering street light outside could enter the house. He knelt down and with careful and steady hands he moved the zip casually across to the other side of the bag and peered curiously at the expressionless face of his victim, moving them gently from left to right to make sure that a single drop of vivid cerise blood wasn't hiding from him. Unfortunately (for Gerard) the entirety of the liquid had already been completely drained. Shame.

He gripped their hands in his own and he felt it strange to drag them up the stairs and listened carefully for the thump as the head hit a stair and then lolled forwards only to hit the next. The strange thing was that the hands were already stone cold and it felt as though if you tried to even move the hand a cm either way that the whole structure of bone and flesh coating would simply snap off from just the lightest touch.

A breathless Gerard made it to the top of the stairs on a small landing where a dull lightbulb swung above his head. He leaned backwards and arched his back until he heard a distinct crack.
"I thought that losing so much blood may have lost you a little weight..." He whispered into their ear, his lips brushing the frozen lips of his visitor. "Obviously not..."

He chuckled to himself as he turned to his right and dragged the body along the hard wooden planks of a floor after him. He had almost managed to show the visitor into the spare room where they would be staying for a 'short while' when he heard the distinct ring of his house phone, coming from the table next to him. The red handle seemed to jump out of its skin like when he first introduced himself to the mousy-brown haired human that now lay dead across the floor in front of him. The small wooden table in which the red dial up phone sat (in that dingy little square boarded room) began to dance. Gerard decided that he must answer it and reluctantly outstretched his arm towards it. He placed it to his ear and through muffling sound he could make out some actual words.

"Hey Gee! You finally picked up! I've been worried sick! How's my little angel doing?" A tender female voice spoke softly down the phone.
"Yeah, fine mum..." Gerard sighed closing the door of the spare room.
"Comics almost finished?"
"Yes."
"Good! And have you been eating good? When I come to visit you at your...." she paused for a moment to think of the right word to use (in this moment of pure silence Gerard stopped dragging the bed away from the side of the wall and waited for an answer) "at your...little dwelling" she continued, " you never have any food in."
"I'm fine..." Gerard muttered bitterly, tracing the gaps between the wooden planks on the walls.
"Are you sure?" Chimed his mum.
"Yes. I'm a full grown adult now. I am capable of looking after myself. I have my own house."
"But we miss you here at home. We miss you and we want to protect you from the horrible place you live in and the people that hang around there; they give me the creeps. Please, come on home..." She pleaded.
"No." Replied Gerard, his thoughts more focused on loosening the wooden planks from the wall.
"But. He has changed Gee! Your dad is kind and pleasant and hasn't hit or threatened a single one of us since you left! Please! Escape your filthy home and come and live happily."
"No. Mum. No. How can you not see? He is rotten at heart. He is the reason that I moved out, and why I offered you and Mikey to come and live with me but you refused. Your own stupidity obviously blinded you as you still can't see him as he is. Cruel."

Gerard slid the plank of wood off the wall and gently placed it on the bed so that it would not make a sound.
"I do what is best for everyone....not just myself" she replied calmly.
Another plank of wood was laid silently on the bed, revealing a perfect shaped hole in the wall where anything could be hidden from staring eyes.
"Say what you like. I'm not coming home..."
"You will soon though...you'll soon realise that it's much safer."
"Doubt it"

His mum rattled on about this and that but Gerard was busy trying to lift the body without getting any limbs caught in the telephone wire. He managed and placed the drooping body into the space between the walls and the planks of wood covering them. After waving a soft hand to the corpse he placed the planks of wood back into their original places and shoved the bed back against the wall. The body was hidden from the staring eyes of the world and Gerard was therefore hidden from the staring eyes of his guest.
"Sorry...mum." He cut her off, "I have to go...speak to you later...."
"Okay....bye love...."
"Bye"

A tired and aching Gerard retired to his desk adding the final touches to his months work of comic strips and sketches. After all, drinking blood and being a killer for a hobby doesn't mean that you don't need a job.

Notes

Hi. Um, sorry about this chapter, it's not the best, I feel like I rambled on a bit too much. Sorry.
Hope you are all doing good and thanks for reading.
Power cut today at school meant Physics with phone lights, so that was interesting.
Not sure on when updates will be but I'll try to update this story at the very least once a week.
Once again. Thanks for reading. Hope you like. :) x
-Lou