As Days Fade, and Nights Grow

Gerard looked around for a minute in thought. His eyes lit up as he got an idea and he held up one finger before he was gone in a blur. He was back so fast I didn't even have time to wonder where he went.

He took the beer bottle that had been outside and cracked it against the wall, so it was just the neck and jagged glass. "Use this," he said, handing it to me. He held out his bare arm to me and nodded towards it.

"For- To cut you?" He nodded sadly. "I couldn't."

"It's the only way. I can't do it. I'm immortal so I'm practically indistrucable, but somehow when your mate does it, it works."

"Won't the alcohal sting?"

"Not really but it'll make the blood not taste completly discusting to you." I nodded once and took the bottle. I took it and sliced it down his arm a little way to create a small incision.

When blood started to come out I pulled his arm closer to my face and licked it all off. After I swollowed it I immediatly felt pain. Immense, unstoppable pain. It slowly started to spread as the vampiric toxins ran through my blood stream. I started to fall, but Gerard caught me in the blink of an eye. He had tears in his eyes.

I crumpled up on the floor in pain.

"It. . . won't. . . stop . . ." I wheazed.

"I'm sorry!" Gerard said and started crying. He just kept muttering apologies over and over again.

"G-gerard. Yo-you're not the one in pa-pain. Wh-why are you crying?"

"You're hurt!" he exclaimed, "and if I had never told you, you never would've wanted to do this! It's all my fault!" He started to curse everything under the sun -- or should I say moon? -- excluding me.

"Ge- Gerard. It's fine. I-i want this. I-i want us both to be happy to-together. For the rest of ou-our na-natural lives," I managed a weak smile.

"But, but," he stuttered, but I silenced him with my lips.

"I-it doesn't matter."

I could feel his tears fall onto my face. "Ge-Gee," I chuckled.

"Yes? Do you need something? I can get it for yo-"

"J-just for you to stop cr-crying."

He gave a small giggle through the tears. "Now that may be the one thing I can't do."

Gerard sat with my head in his lap, cussing out pain and the invention of vampires for a good hour.

"Ge-Gee," I stuttered. "Ho-how long does it l-last?"

He looked at me saddly. "I. I don't know Frank. Some say hours. Some say days. It varies," he said with more tears.

"Ge-Gerard! Stop it!"

"I'm sorry!"

After two more hours of silence, and me begging for the pain to stop, it slowly started to dull.

"Ge-Gerard. I think it's working." He glanced down at me. I was no longer writhing in pain, but now attempting to sit up.

"Shh. . ." he soothed, laying me back down. "When the pain is gone completly you can stand up." In half an hour I was able to.

I smiled at him as he stood to. "I'm so glad you're okay," he smiled.

"I will never fake sick to get out of anything again," I joked.

Gerard smiled at me. "So are you ready?" I nodded. He kissed and nipped at my neck a few times before actually biting me to draw blood.

It didn't hurt as much as the movies say; I mean sure, just a little pin prick (a/n Pink Floyd. 'nuff said) but I've seen movies where it was so much pain they passed out or whatever.

After a minute Gerard pulled away and locked his eyes with mine for a second before he crumpled over in pain. I tried to catch him, as he did me, but me being slower and smaller it didn't work out as well.

"We probably should've done that on the floor," I mumbled.

He curled up into a ball and whispered. "I haven't felt pain in over 500 years. I'd forgotten what it felt like."

"Well that'll be the one bad part about being human," I informed, trying to keep him distracted from the pain. (a/n now i have that one stupid line from that Pink Floyd song. I'm 99% sure it's Comfortably Numb but i wouldn't bet my life on it)

We sat the same we were before, only now his head was on my lap. I was holding his hand and stroking his hair when I felt something in his wrist. I looked down to see his eyes closed and almost at peace.

"Gerard?" I asked in panic.

He suddenly made a large gasp.

"Are you okay?" I questioned.

"Forgot to breathe," he smiled and slowly opened his eyes.

I stared down into the most beautiful hazel green eyes I'd ever seen.

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