Vacant heart

(Gerard’s POV)
Why did I let this kid live? I should’ve killed him like I did to the rest. I don’t I could have. He looked so broken like me. I sighed and got up from my desk and went downstairs. I was shocked to see the kid sleeping on the couch. I would’ve expected him to run off, but it seemed like he knew better. I walk over to the fireplace to put out the fire. He started to shiver as soon as it went out. I am guessing he is cold, but I refuse to let him use my coat. I went back upstairs and left him cold.
(Morning)
He kept asking me questions all day and it was really annoying. He kept asking about Mikey’s baby and who Bert was. “Just because I am letting you live doesn’t mean you have to asks questions!” I yell getting annoyed. He crossed his arms, before talking. “Just because you are a heartless 100 year old loner vampire doesn’t give you the right to be mean!” I laughed. I didn’t take this kid serious one bit. “After you have been through what I have then you can understand why I am mean.” He stands up from the couch and I put my book down ready to see a show from this kid. “I don’t know if the stories told of you are true, but I can say I been through the shit you went through!” Shit? Never heard of that word. “My parents don’t love me, and put me up for adoption at the age of 7. No one adopted me so they threw me into the trash and that’s where Ray found me. He took me home and took care of me. He too was alone, but we had each other.” The kid said. “Okay one: what is shit? Two: who is Ray? Three: I got to admit that is bad, but nowhere compared how bad it was for me. Lastly: What is your name?” I asked.
He sighed and sat back down. “Forgot how old you were.” He says. I was slightly offended. “Hey, I am not that old. In vampire time I am 22.” He stays quiet before talking. “Ray is my best friend who is probably worried sick that I am not home.” He looked at me crying a bit. I didn’t feel sorry for this kid. I honestly didn’t care for the kids, but I kept him alive. “He told me to stay home, but I didn’t listen and snuck out.” He looked down and you can see water drops falling from his face. I still didn’t care. “My name is Frank.” He says. “Plus shit is a curse word used to describe poop or anything.” He said smiling a bit.
He stared at me confused. “What?” I say. He leaned in a bit closer, before shaking his head to snap back into reality. “Sorry. Your eyes are cool.” He says. What? Is he serious? He is looking into the eyes of something satanic. I scuffed and got up from the couch and went to my study to read. Frank whatever his name is followed me. I launched myself at him pinning him to the wall. “Don’t follow me kid!” I hiss, scaring him. He tries to wiggle out of my grip, but I am far too strong compared to him. I am seriously hate this kid. He screams trying to get away, but I sink my fangs into his neck making him screech in pain. I loved hearing that. I drank his blood a bit, before killing the boy. He fell against the wall dizzy trying to stay on his feet. “Y-You a-are a m-monster!” He stutters, putting his hand on his neck. I let out a scary laugh frightening the kid even more. “You don’t think I know that? I have been like that since 1837!” I laugh even more walking away from the bleeding boy.
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He stayed quiet the rest of the day which pleased me. Until he spoke again. I grunted and heard him out. “W-Why did you become the way you are now?” He says looking down scared to make eye contact with me. “Why the hell should I tell you?” I spit. “Well I don’t know! You bit my fucking neck!” He says looking at me. “You would already be dead by now!” “KILL ME THEN!!! I HAVE NOTHING OTHER THAN RAY IN THIS WORLD!” He took the fun out of me killing him, but saying that. I sigh, crossing my arms. “Why do you want to know?” He calms down a bit. “I can tell you weren’t always like this. The stories people say don’t really add up.” “What do they say?” I asked turning my body to face him. “They said a girl named Lindsey Ballato killed you and your family. You then got your revenge and killed her in a vampire fight.” I shake my head disappointed on the story. “She did kill me. She turned me into this and I was mad at her for years. She never hurt my family, the villagers did when they found out that the eldest son of the richest family in New Jersey was a vampire. They felt betrayed, so they killed them and they framed me for the killings Lindsey and some other vampires did to teach me a lesson.” Frank got more interested into the story, by lying down on the couch. “I was so mad I stopped being soft and started to kill the town. Most fled into New York when they saw my blood covered face in the streets.” Frank cut in and asked me a question. “Lindsey who was she to you?” “Did any story mention me being engaged to someone?” He started to think for a bit, scratching his head. “Yeah they said to some girl who turned yo…..” He trails off. “Lindsey! She was your fiancée.” I winced hearing that.
“I should have married her and maybe I wouldn’t be like this now.” I said. Frank looked more confused than he already was. “Our families wanted us to be united, but we didn’t feel anything romantic towards each other. We were just friends, she was my best friend. She faked her death to get us out of getting married and it worked. She promised to write me every day, by the time I was 18 she stopped for a while. I got worried and came to this very house. I worked on it since then, but it was destroyed. I was at first scared to see her, but I trusted her. She had just turned into a vampire at the time so she couldn’t control herself. She bit right into my neck turning me into one. We argued for years and she stopped being friends with my brother. Michael, but I called him Mikey. Mikey found out a few years later she killed his wife Alicia. I never found her body so she isn’t buried in the front. I missed that wedding and went to the one with him and Kristin. Mikey soon forgave her, cause he was happy again. As much as my whole family hated Lindsey for what she did to us, she was still a good girl so we cried and begged to stop her parents from killing her. I was hiding watching when another vampire named Bert started to talk to me. We were friends for 2 years. He taught me how to use my powers, but like all vampires, they killed him.” I finished telling the story to Frank and he launched himself at me hugging me. I felt his warm wet tears on my shoulder. “I am so sorry for you.” He said. I froze, I didn’t know what to do. I haven’t been this close to a human in over a century. He pulls off and wipes his tears away. “I didn’t mean to hug you. I never heard the whole story and finally hearing it, i-its so sad.”
Does he actually care for me? Someone for the first time in over 100 years cares? He apologizes for hugging me again and I start to get annoyed. I scuff and get up and lock myself in my room. This house was so damn old it didn’t lock. He walked in and looked at me. “What do you want?” I hissed my teeth scaring him. “Do you have any pictures?” He asks. I looked puzzled. For the first time in years I showed emotion. “Y-Yeah.” I stutter going under my ruined bed and pulled out a big box, setting it on my desk making a lot of dust fly out. He gives me a small smile and mouths ‘thank you.’ I sigh and go lay down on my bed.
After going through them he puts them back under the bed before climbing on top of the bed. “What are you doing?” I say. “I am tired, can I sleep here with you?” He says. “Have the bed for yourself.” I say annoyed getting up and leaving the room. I go to the living room and sleep on the couch he slept on the night before. I tried to go to sleep, but that kid is standing on the stairs looking at me. “What!” I yell peeking an eye open. “Your place is so cold! Don’t you have anything to be warm?” I never noticed it was cold, cause I am cold myself. I probably radiate and make the entire house cold. I sigh, sitting up to take my coat off. I threw it at him and told him to leave. He listened and left me alone. I lied back on the couch and tried to go to sleep, but couldn’t. I hate this kid! I hate interacting with people! It had been so long and I can’t remember what it’s like. Ugh I am killing him in the morning.

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