One more bite won't hurt

Gerard looked at her body. Impaled viciously by the tree branch that erupted from her bleeding stomach; her t-shirt now soaked with blood. He looked to her head where a large bruise was forming; the purples and blues merging together, looking as though she had been hit over the head with a baseball bat. His head tilted to the side and he leaned towards her limp body. Not a sound could be heard. He took a single glove off and let his hand hover gently in front of her face; he could feel no breaths against his pale exposed hand. Glancing around as he did, he placed his black leather glove back onto his hand gently peering at her corpse that slumped before him.

"Oops…" he whispered to himself.

Gerard, not knowing what to do: went and sat next to Kaitlin for a while and talked as if she was still alive. He threaded his red hair through his fingers, thinking of what he should do next.

"You know….." he began, "all I wanted was my comics back….you see I've put a lot of effort into them…."
Kaitlin didn’t flinch.

"It didn’t have to come down to this…." he continued, "I mean you know? You been dead and all that….maybe if you hadn't of stolen them in the first place then you'd still be breathing…"
No reply.
Gerard leaned towards her, "sorry what was that?" he asked, "Why aren't I feasting on your blood?" He thought for a second to himself….."because I have standards honey…."
He sat back up and began to plait her hair in a messy braid, threading layer after layer of straw over one another.

"And I'm pretty full from the other day; but yeah: I don’t eat some coughed up cow shit blood, like yours, unless I'm really desperate. Yes. Not unless I'm about to die of 'thirst'…."
Something lay in Kaitlin's pocket and Gerard only noticed it when the light from the moon glinted on its rusted surface. A key.

"Now then….now then…" he spoke, "What have we got here little miss Kaitlin….Is this by any chance the key to your house?" he paused for a second, reaching into her pocket and grabbing the filthy keys. "They are! So you'll let me borrow these so that I can go into your house and get my comics back?! Really?! Kaitlin! You are literally my favourite person in the world" he said sarcastically, pulling himself to his feet.

"Ah, yes…we are pretty close to Castle Hall Road, arent we?! Oh, how handy! And you live at no. 7, that’s right isnt it Miss Jones?"
He began to back away from her body now but wouldn’t turn his back on her, "You stay right here!" he commanded, "Don’t move….I'll be back soon and then we'll sort you out….."

Notes

This fanfic has 400 views! Holy mother of a chicken named Fred! That's amazing, I never though that this would get so many views. Thank you all so much. Wow! Thanks!
Sorry that this chapter was pretty short: it was supposed to be the intro to the chapter that I was going to write but it became a pretty long intro and Gerard's craziness just kind of evolved into its own chapter. Thanks for reading! :D
-Lou