Frank stood on the corner of Gerard's street, trembling only slightly in the single hope that his plan would work. In his hand he held his phone, buzzing lightly as he waited for the emergency services to pick up at the other end. Eventually the buzzing stopped and a soft voice spoke to him and he found it rather calming, "yeah, his names Al. Just make sure he's safe!" he whimpered down the phone after telling the ambulance Al's address, "I think he's seriously injured. I just got a call from the person who has hurt him and I'm really worried, please, just keep my little Al safe!"
"But sir, shouldn’t you also call the police to tell them of the person who has hurt Al?"
"Don't worry," Frank chuckled bitterly, "I've got this covered…"

Frank quickly shoved the phone in his pocket as he saw the figure turn around the corner and start walking towards him. He watched as their long red hair flickered in the breeze and looked away awkwardly as the figure ran his hands through his hair and tucked it behind his ear. His hips swung softly from side to side as he walked and his eyes were glassy and strange.
'Shit Frank' he thought to himself, 'don't go forming a crush on a killer' he shuddered to himself at the thought but forced a smile onto his face as Gerard grew nearer with his arms stretched out wide for a hug. Frank almost had the feeling to turn and run but Gerard's arms were around him before he even had chance to look away. Gerard's eyes closed softly as he took in Frank's warmth and swayed slightly from side to side.
"Hey friend…" Gerard muttered softly into Franks ear.
"Um, hey Gerard."
"Now where are you taking me?" he asked winking.
"Um, I have a surprise for you…" lied Frank, "And it's at your house…"
"Okay!" yelled Gerard excitedly, "Take me there!"

Frank started walking with Gerard jogging to keep up with him on their short walk to his house. Frank looked nervous, fear spiralling up his spine and he constantly glanced around at everything that made the slightest of sounds. His hands clutched one another as he continued walking with his breaths short and sharp as worry crept over him. 'What if Al was already dead?' thoughts ran through his brain, 'What if the plan doesn’t work?'

"So…" continued Gerard as he squeezed Frank's hand in his, "Why did you run away from me the other night?"
"sorry, um.." stuttered Frank, "Well...you know…I think I was pretty emotional, after um…you know…Al kicked me out, and… um."
'totally not the fact that you had just forced me to kill my own friend and boss and make me drink his blood and then started following me around. No, totally not that Gerard…'
"Hey, it's okay Frankie, I forgive you anyway…"
"Anyway are you okay Gee?"
"Good thanks, just a little 'thirsty' that's all…" he murmured while patting his stomach.
"I have water…" Frank replied cautiously.
"Oh, I was thinking of something a bit more of a red colour. You know what I mean? Like, um, human blood?" Gerard whispered. On the outside Frank shuddered, images of Joel flashed back into his mind and he could almost feel the metallic taste of his crimson blood slip back down his throat, but inside he almost breathed a sigh of relief.

Gerard smiled as he walked up the path to his front door. He reached forward to open it but Frank stood in his way. The small little Frankie looked anxious as he peered down at his shoes and then peered back up at Gerard with glistening puppy dog eyes that could make even an onion cry.
"ha," Frank laughed nervously as h pulled dome black material from his pocket, "um, I said it was a surprise so…"
Gerard gawped at the blindfold that lay in Frank's hands.
"Ha," continued Frank, "Don't worry it's no weird kinky shit or anything like that. You know…I just want it to be a proper surprise…"
"Yeah. Okay…" replied Gerard as Frank lent forward and placed the blindfold over his eyes.

With the darkness covering his eyes Gerard suddenly became aware of his other senses: listening as Frank turned the handle of the door and feeling his light touch as he guided him into his own hallway and locked the door behind him. If he listened carefully he could hear somebody struggling as if they were tied to a chair; their words inaudible as a huge slice of grey duct tape was plastered over their mouth.
"I thought you'd be a little hungry muttered Frank as he stepped over a wire that ran across the floor, "so I brought you a little treat Gerard. You can't help your addiction to blood so I thought I'd help out a little. After all you are my friend Gerard. It's all yours. All yours friend…" Frank guided Gerard closer to the chair that the person was strapped to whimpering gently to themselves.
"T-t-thank you for this feast Frankie…. May I take the blindfold off."
"Well, I've always thought that you can really appreciate the taste when that’s all you are focusing on…"
"True…" replied Gerard and with that he sunk his teeth deep into the victims neck with blood running down his own throat and sending him wild with happiness. His eyes opened wide as he drank more of the blood and his hands almost shook with joy. By the time he had recognised the pleads for help, that seemed all too familiar, it was already too late.

Notes

Hola. So I hope that you liked this chapter. Sorry for not updating in a while but I hope that this was okay. Thank you! :) x
-Lou