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Of the Undead and Found Families

Expect Storms

Frank lifted the unconscious boy and cradled him in his arms. He needed to get him out of here quickly and discretely. The smell of blood crawled into his head and clawed him from the inside.
"Ray, tell them someone's been sick or something I'm taking him up."

He put his hand behind the boys head and sped out the room lightning fast, leaving Ray to scramble a clean up. Frank almost kicked his door of it's hinges. They'd left upstairs a state, the only place Frank could lay the boy was his bed. He cursed and made a mental note to talk to the others about this. Frank laid him down. He didn't even know where to start. In normal lighting it was obvious he was covered in blood. Frank gingerly slid the coat off the boy. He was so much smaller underneath than Frank was expecting.

The other concerning thing was that Frank couldn't find a source for all the blood. Not even a scratch. The boy was breathing raggedly, clearly in some sort of distress but it wasn't from blood loss. He was starting to convulse. Frank lowered his head to the boys chest and listened. No heartbeat. This boy was either a medical miracle, or not human. Patrick materialised next to them.

"I heard there was an emergency what can I do?" He paused seeing Frank over the boy.
"Do you need a minute or what because I can totally just leave."
"Shut up. I think he's a vampire, but he's definitely weak. Go bring me some O neg from the fridge."

A brief puff of purple mist and Patrick had a bloodbag in his hands. Frank tried trickling a little into the boy's mouth but it poured straight out. He gave a little whimper.

"Oh fuck it."

Frank took a mouthful of blood. He put his lips to the boys and made him drink. As the boy began to swallow the convulsions died back down. Frank pulled away. A little flush of pink rose to the boys lips and his breathing levelled out. Frank went to pick up the boys coat, looking for some ID or something. The pockets wielded nothing but a few coins and a crumpled half empty packet of cigarettes. His clue came from the label where "G.WAY" was written in scratchy letters.

"Well Gee you royally fucked up my evening tonight."

Frank sent Patrick to go help downstairs again, He'd stay up here till the kid woke up. God knows how long that would be though. Frank made himself a coffee and waited. He rummaged through his clothes trying to find something that might fit. Unfortunately G was taller than him. He settled on a baggy hoodie and come pyjama bottom, anything was better than the blood soaked garments he was wearing. About half an hour passed and Frank was smoking out the window again. Behind him he heard the boy begin to move.

"What the fuck, who the fuck are you?"

*Gerard's POV*
I woke up cold and wet with the taste of blood on my lips. The smell of cigarette smoke was in the air, which meant I wasn't alone. My eyes shot open. The room was a light shade of grey, with a couple guitars hanging on the wall, a set of shelves and a dude stood by the window. It was at this point I realised I was laying on a bed.

"What the fuck. Who the fuck are you?"

I shot off the bed and noticed a large bloodstain where I'd been laying. Thats why I'm wet, I'm covered in blood.

"Well, we both have a lot of questions..."

"You're damn right I've got questions..."
"But first of all I think we should get you out of those clothes. You can wear the ones on the bedside table while we get yours cleaned up. However if you want to wash first there's an en suite through that door, no one will bother you in there."

The blood on my clothes was congealing and getting more unpleasant by the second. But I don't trust this guy.

"The door locks"
I shot into the bathroom and locked myself in. it was small but neat. Having to peel off my clothes was a less than pleasant experience, cringing at the smears of blood I was leaving everywhere. It was only when the water was cutting through it did I realise there was even blood in my hair. I grabbed the nearest bottle that looked like shampoo and it seemed to do the job As the water was starting to run clear the was a quiet knock at the door.

"I know I said no one would bother you, but you, uh, left the clean clothes out here and, uh, I'm just leaving them by the, uh, door here."

I briefly wondered if I could drown myself in a shower. Using a towel for modesty I opened the door a crack.
"It will be fine, if he tries anything I'll rip his throat out."
I could hear voices coming from another room. Great he's got friends.
"It can be a throat ripping party. I'd only end up running through a forest wearing nothing but a towel. Great plan."

Through the little gap I could see the neatly folded clothes. All I had to do was reach out a little. Cautiously I inched my hand through. Closer. Almost got it...

"Just take the fucking clothes already." I shot back from the door, which swung wide open, revealing another guy. He had short blondish hair, glasses with a dorky hat on. And at present he was laughing really fucking hard. I leapt up and pinned him against the wall. One hand on my towel, the other on his throat. The people in the other room must have heard because they went silent. Shit.

The guy wasn't laughing anymore but he didn't look scared.

"Buddy, you really should calm down. Go out some clothes on and we can talk."
"I don't want to talk." I growled as I tightened my grip, lifting him off the floor. My features changed as my anger rose. The least I could do is drain this guy before I ran. Just before I broke his skin the bedroom door slammed open.
"I wouldn't do that," It sounded like the first guy, "He wasn't meant to be in here."
"Patrick what the fuck?" That was a new voice.
"Please put him down. He's not going to hurt you. None of us are going to hurt you." I relaxed my grip.

Patrick slid back down to the floor. But as soon as he touched it, he reached and yanked my fucking towel off. I sank my fangs into his shoulder.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Someone grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms to my sides. Patrick laughed and waves his hand. The folded clothes appeared on me. That fucker was a warlock. The smaller guy with tattoos slapped the back of his head knocking his hat off. I twisted and squirmed trying to break the iron grip.

"I know this whole situation is fucked up and Patrick is the biggest fucking idiot to walk this earth. But please calm down or the fucking idiot will have to use a sedation spell on you."

He looked at the guy behind me. The grip relaxed. Patrick and the guy who had been holding me left the room. I was seething.

"Do you want a coffee? I'm having one. Fucking need one after that," He laughed a little. "Considering he's the most fragile one out of all of us that Patrick is pretty damn good at getting himself in trouble. I'm Frank by the way, and the guy who grabbed you is Ray." He pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and offered me one. I accepted and he went back over the the window I first saw him at.
"I'm Gerard."

"Come here Gerard. Look at them."
I followed him over. There were crowds of people wandering around all laughing and joking. Some of them had toffee apples.
"You can leave but just don't let then notice. This place is my livelihood and if you killed Pat you would have cost me this place. Its damn hard to find a warlock who'll work with a vampire you know?"

Frank walked back over to his bed. There were now two coffees, with a faint purple shimmer to them, on the bedside table.

"I think these might be a peace offering." He held up one of the coffees to me. After some hesitation I took it. It was a damn good coffee.
"Now do you want to tell me how you ended up covered in blood and passing out in my haunted house?"

Notes

Wow I don't know why this chapter felt so hard to write. But seriously don't be afraid to rip it to shreds. Thanks for taking the time to read it though
love you lots
Wren <3

Comments

This is great so far! Definitely some typos and what not but when it comes to a storyline like this, I don't even care.

@deadinside
Thanks! I'm not sure how many are interested but I am just going to keep writing :)

amyxavier amyxavier
10/30/17

@amyxavier
omygosh thank you so much Xx your stories are so good too <3

deadinside deadinside
10/30/17

I really love this and another great update. I have posted a couple new stories if you want to check them out :)

amyxavier amyxavier
10/30/17

I can't wait to see what happens.

amyxavier amyxavier
10/15/17