Sometimes, They Aren't Always Bad.

I walked around school with my sleeve up, showing off Gerard's ink. I was getting compliments which was weird for me, but I took them and silently sent them Gerard. I would have to tell him about this later, he'd probably be weirded out or something but I thought it worth the risk.

Sadly, none of my friends had my third hour class. It was History. I absolutely sicked at History and I was kind of glad Ray, Bob, and Gerard weren't there to witness my stupidity. Wait, did I just consider Gerard a friend? I don't know. Adding to the sadness I shared the classroom with none other than the prick Bert. As soon as he saw me he ducked away from his friends and took the seat behind me. It made me slightly anxious because he could do whatever he wanted, I sat in the last row in the second to last seat.

Bert smelt of cigarettes and blood. The metallic smell was always around this school so you got used to it but Bert. Oh, Bert smelt of it so strongly that it had almost made me gag. It was almost like he had just fed off of someone... Or maybe he had. I contemplated switching my seat but when I looked around, more than half of the desks wee taken and I wouldn't be much better in any of the open ones. Those were Bert's friends.

"Welcome to U.S. History. I will pass out the book and we will begin to read." The instructor said before handing out a stack of big heavy books to each row. I grabbed the two last books in the row and held on out behind me. My arm was in an awkward position, holding the book over my shoulder was not very comfortable after a while. Bert finally took the book and I pulled my arm away, not wanting to give the bastard a chance to touch me at all.

Her voice was very monotone as she read about the Civil War and cause vs effect and all that bullshit. Just as I thought he would Bert began to prod at my back, pressing right into the middle of my spine. I involuntarily arched my back to the pressure and I guess he thought it was funny or something because he kept doing it. Even when I moved forward I felt the pressure on my back but it was lighter, due to Bert having to strain to touch me. The one time I was thankful for my short, skinny body was now.

Bert had ceased the touching of my spine because he was getting tired of leaning over and failing. I smiled triumphantly and waited a few minutes before leaning back in my seat again. My ribs had started to hurt from pressing them against the wooden desk and my back was screaming from the pokes and me arching. Never in my life would I have thought that a wooden chair would feel so good in my life,

I looked at the clock and realised it was more than halfway over already! I hadn't been listening to anything the old bat in the front had to say and I knew I would be failing any assignment that she gave us. I could always ask Ray or Bob to help me but, they sucked at History too. Maybe Gerard was smart about it, possibly I could ask him. If I could get the guts first.

Bert had gone from poking my back, to fiddling with the ends of my hair. I grumbled and leaned my head on my desk. I guess they were long enough for him to reach them but they weren't long enough to pull them to the front and tell him to fuck off. I would do the first part. I wouldn't even try the second. Just to think, after this was lunch. I could find Gerard and ask him about homework then.

"Frankie.." Bert whispered twirling my hair in his fingers. I ignored him, which probably wasn't a smart idea but I really didn't want to hear what he had to say right now. "Frankie." He said louder. It was more demanding this time and the teacher didn't even seem to care. Kids were already talking.

"What?" I asked quietly. I was very irritated with him by this point but I didn't want to get my throat ripped open so I just went along.

"Can I take you home tonight? You look like the fun type," Bert said half to me, half to himself. I was shocked by the question and the statement. The answer to his question: No. My question: What the fuck is the "fun type"? "I'm waiting." Bert said not letting up on putting his disgusting fingers through my hair.

I took a small breath and with the best confidence I could muster I shook my head no. I just wanted to turn around and shout "I'm not fucking gay!" but that wouldn't do justice to Gerard. He made me feel different, like the girl in eighth grade. I was confused but Bert didn't make me feel that way.

"No?" Bert asked tugging on a strand of hair making me hold back a yelp of pain. He pulled my head back so fast I could've gotten whiplash. The pain in my neck started to spread to the back of my head as he kept hold on my hair. "I don't take no for an answer." He said menacingly. I gulped and tried to pull my head out of his grip. I could hear some of his friends and other people laughing at the sight of my hair being pulled.

Before Bert could utter another word the bell rang and people got up from their seats. Bert and I stayed a little longer, me against my will of course. Bert leaned his disgusting pale lips to my ear and whispered,

"I'll take you Frankie. Whether you like it or not, I'll take you. So be good and comply." Bert said before pushing my head forward. Her gathered his things and rushed out the door. It was lunch and I knew people went to classrooms for lunch sometimes but I just sat there. To say that I was scared was an understatement. I was fucking terrified. He said that he would take me. What the fuck did he mean by that? Feed from me? Kill me? Rape me?

I shook my head at the thoughts and gathered my things together. I had to find Ray or Bob. Hell, even Gerard would be great but I just needed some comfort. Bert had threatened to do God knows what to me and then asked me to comply. Oh hell no! Maybe I should just stick to Gerard.

I searched the lunchroom twice and found no trace of any of the three of them. It was like in my greatest time of need they decided to fucking disappear. I gave up and went outside up by the picnic tables. There was one small group of people at the farthest table but otherwise there hadn't been signs of anyone else here. It was a nice place to sit and think.

Or cry.

Frank sat by the base of a tree and just cried. His knees were tucked into his chest and his fave was in the valley his knees had naturally created. He could feel his jeans get a little damp but at this point he didn't care. He wasn't ready to die. He wasn't ready for sex. He wasn't ready for anything right now.

"Frankie?" The name had made him cringe but the voice lessened the blow. He recognised the voice immediately. It was Gerard. The caring undertone could not be mistaken for anyone else. "Are you okay?" Gerard asked, his voice getting closer to my ears. I nodded but didn't look up. I didn't want him to see the wrecked look on my face or my bloodshot eyes. I was weak, I will admit that. And I've had bullies and I never cried but I never was threatened with rape either. I could feel Gerards hand on my shoulder. "Frank look at me." He ordered in a calm tone. Frank didn't want to make Gerard the vampire ask again.

Frank let his face go up from his knees but his eyes didn't follow. He couldn't look Gerard int he eyes and tell him what had happened. He'd probably tell me to suck it up and stop being a pussy. My dad always used to tell me crying was for girls and that it had no place among men. I never cried because of him. But he was gone and I could cry all the fuck I wanted.

"Why are you crying Frankie?" Gerard asked rubbing small circles into my shoulder. It was surprisingly soothing. Frank had never had anyone comfort him before, even his own mother. She was the same as my father, suck it up Frank. You'll be fine. I shrugged my shoulders and looked at the valley between my knees. It was fairly short because well, I was fairly short.

"Just being a pussy-"

"No. Frank it's okay to cry. You just have to tell me what happened and I can make it better. I promise." It had felt weird to hear Gerard say that crying is okay. I'd heard that it wasn't okay so many times before that hearing the sentence lit a fire in my stomach and tears began to drop more now.

"Bert was just being a dick and I'm taking it too hard." I said not lying but not telling the full truth either. He didn't want Gerard to know that he was confused and that Bert had threatened to do stuff to him. He said "Be good" like I was already his to control and it creeped me the fuck out.

"What did he do?" Gerard asked moving to sit next to me, under the tree. It was weird to have someone sit next to me and comfort me. It felt right but wrong at the same time and... It was fucking confusing.

"He poked my back and stuff. I'm just overreacting." I said waving my hand trying to brush off the whole situation.

"I don't like being lied to Frankie." Gerard said giving my shoulders a gentle squeeze. He didn't sound made, he just sounded disappointed. But how did he even know I was lying? Could he sense it or something. I decided that trying to lie my way out of this wasn't going to work like always.

"He poked my back, pulled my hair, and said he would... He said he would..." I couldn't finish my sentence. I didn't want that awful word to come out of my mouth ever. Especially talking to Gerard.

"He said he would what, Frankie?" Gerard asked giving me his attention.

"I don't know what he meant exactly but he said that he'll take me, whether I like it or not. He said he'll take me and he said be good and comply?" I explained asked Gerard what it meant as well. Gerard seemed to contemplate for a moment before anger flashed in his eyes. The hazel was beginning to change to a deep red. You knew that when a vampire had eyes like that it meant, run.

"Frankie. He said he's going to rape you. Once a vampire has sex with basically anything, it's theirs. No matter if the victim wants it or not, they are theirs. He wants you and he wants to let everyone know that you are his. We can smell it on the body. You're clean Frankie. He knows that and so does every fucking vampire in this school." Gerard said looking pissed as all hell. The dark red had faded slightly but it hadn't gone away. Great, noe every fuvking vampire in this school knew he was a virgin and on top of that someone wanted to fucking rape him!

"What?" I asked, wanting him to explain how this went to me further.

"It's like this. If you still alcohol on yourself and leave it there you will smell like alcohol. If you walk out in public people smell it and automatically think you are a drunk, therefore they stay away from you. It's the same this to vampires. When we have sex with a victim or partner the minute we stick our bodies to the other we imprint on them. It's not physical so no one can see it but vampires can smell it. People who have been taken have a certain musk to them and it all varies but you know it when you smell it." Gerard explained. The metaphor that he used was actually pretty helpful. I kind of understood what it meant but I was still having some trouble. I had never heard any rumors about this.

"What do I smell like?" It slipped out before I could process my words further. I felt a blush creep upon my cheeks at my stupidity.

"I've never really had a good whiff of you. Mind if I?" He trailed off leaning in a tiny bit.

"Go ahead." I said sitting there, waiting for Gerard to do whatever he needed to. He gently nudged his head into my neck area and sniffed. I blushed at the close contact that he brought on but it was nice. He pulled back and I almost protested but I stopped myself before anything stupid could come out of my mouth. Again!

"You smell very sweet. It's not your blood scent it's your purity. It smells of a lemon orchard, very distantly though. You don't smell like lemons but more like the soil or the trees that they grow on. It's very strong suggesting that you've never done anything sexual. Including to yourself." Gerard offered helpfully, making me blush harder.

"Oh." I said simply. Now they know that I don't jerk off either. Wow, my day just keeps getting better and better.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. It just makes the whole experience so much better when you do try." Gerard said rubbing soothing circles on my back. I blushed even harder than I was before and I though that would have been impossible. The way Gerard had put that had made it seem like he wanted to be my first but it was probably me thinking with my dick... Whatever that meant.

"You won't let Bert... Take me right?" I asked not wanting to say rape. It was not a very nice word and it didn't roll off the tongue as easy as the others, signalling that it was never supposed to be used.

"Of course not. I've grown quite fond of you and don't think I could think the same as I do now if Bert's stench was all over you. I've smelt it on too many of the girls at this school. His is so strong it honestly makes me gag. All the girls here are mixed. Cheap whores." He muttered the last part, but I caught it tumble out of his lips.

"Wait, so even if you have sex with a vampire and they imprint on you, you can still go around and sleep with other vampires?" I asked repeating his words in my head, trying to make knowledge of them.

"Yes, it kind of repulses us to have sex with another vampire's imprint there but when you want sex, you want sex. You know?" Gerard asked tilting his head at me. I could still feel the blush on my face and his gaze only made it worse, especially if we're talking about sex.

"No?" I asked looking up at Gerard with confusion.

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot about your pure white soul." Gerard said dramatically sighing after he finished his sentence. I giggled and blushed at the movements. Gerard stared at me for a moment causing the heat in my face to flow down to my neck and chest, making it extremely warm. "You're blushing." He observed pointing to my face. I covered my cheeks and shook my head, chuckling.

"Sorry." I said looking away from Gerard.

"Dude, you don't have to be sorry for blushing. It's quite cute actually." Gerard said placing the arm the was on my back, fully around my shoulders. I turned away even more. He was doing this on purpose I swear. "Hey you wanna go to my house? I'm kinda sick of school already." Gerard said getting up from his spot. He brushed off his pants before extending a hand out to me.

"Won't your parents be mad?" I asked gladly taking his cold hands, brushing myself off as well.

"They said I'm a genius. I can skip whenever I want, as long as I get good grades. Which is kind of a given since I am pretty smart." Gerard said putting his arm back around me shoulders leading me into the direction of the parking lot.

"Okay. Just as long as you help me with history?" I asked instead of telling. It was a nervous thing I did. I turned commands into questions because there was no way in hell that I was ever commanding a vampire to do something. Unless it was telling them to stop or something.

We had made it halfway across the parking lot when Gerard stopped and pulled out his keys. His key ring was bare beside the couple keys that he had out there. I couldn't blame him, shit like that is a distraction.I heard a car chirp a few cars away and I marvelled at it.

"Holy shit."

"I know right?"

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