Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Frerard)

Franks POV
Shit, I just talked to a vampire. Wait, no, a vampire talked to me. I didn't say a word. Just keep it cool, Frank. No one needs to know. He was pretty cute after all-No! Frank, your mother doesn’t know about your gayness yet, better keep it that way. If he wasn’t a vampire, I would definitely date him.

I stare down at my feet, which are mindlessly carrying me through the maze of hallways on the 7th floor of my apartment building. My mother shall never know, she doesn’t have to know, she doesn’t NEED to know. I should just go to bed and live the rest of my days normally.

My eyes look up at the number on the door, 723, and pull my key out of my back pocket. I open up the door, then quietly close it behind me. I quickly say hello to my mother, then proceed to my room. Just like I always do. The few friends I had have moved on past me since it happened, leaving me the loner of the school.

Closing the door behind me, I drop my bag and immediately break into silent tears. Something that I do more often than not. I fall onto my bed and stare at the ceiling, fighting to keep the sobs silent.

I find myself repeating a simple phrase over and over again. ‘It will be okay, it will be okay, let it all out, tomorrow is a new day. It will be okay, it will be okay...’ My eyelids shut tight,
struggling to hold back tears.

It it will be okay.


Gerard’s POV

It took a while, but I think I found it. I had struggled to watch where the boy had gone to, and had narrowed it down to this building. Walking on the fire escape, I kneel down by a window. The light in the room was dim, but you could see. And what I saw, I didn’t like.

The boy in the park, sobbing his heart out on the sheets of his bed. It nearly broke my heart to see him like that, even though I barely knew him. I had been watching him from afar for weeks now, always looking for a good time to talk to him. It had popped up, and I thought the interaction would spook him a bit, but not make him cry on his bed!

The window didn’t look too hard to open, but it might make a little noise. But I couldn’t just watch him cry his eyes out, I had to open it. I sigh as my hands fumble with the handle, and slide the window pane up. As soon as I stick my head in I hear the sound of heaven breathing. I open it just enough to slide in, and hope that the boy doesn’t hear. Luckily, he doesn’t.

His eyes are clenched shut, so there’s no chance of me being seen. What do I do? My hands reach up to my head to tug at my hair, willing my brain to work. Eh, why not just sit next to him and comfort him? What was the worst that could happen?

I lower myself onto his bed and gently stroke his head. He stirs a bit but otherwise doesn’t notice. His heart wrenching sobs break my heart. I mumble a simple, “It will be okay, it will be okay, let it all out, tomorrow will be a new day.”

The boy stops crying, and I know he’s about to open his eyes. I can’t run, I can’t hide, I just have to wait it out. His eyes flutter open, and take a second to dilate and focus on me. The boy rapidly sits up and shuffles away from me, whilst I’m frozen like a deer in the headlights.

”Wh- Why are you here?”” He stumbles, his eyes wide with fear. And I can’t blame him, I would have the same reaction. I open my mouth several times, which probably scares him more. I really hate my fangs, they are so annoying.

“I just want to get off to a fresh start,” I say quietly, his mother is probably home, “Just forget that I’m a vampire, for a second. I just want to explain.” I really wish I knew his name, it kills me to call him ‘the boy’. He nods, and I can see the tenseness in his body nature fading.

”Well first of all, my name is Gerard,” I begin, pressing my hand to my chest, “Would you mind telling me yours?” He nods, but doesn’t say anything. He just stares at me. Then the boy seemingly comes back to his senses and blurts something out.

”Frank.”

I raise my eyebrow. Frank. What an amazing name. “Frank, that’s nice.” I say, nodding my head, “How are you feeling?” That was a stupid question.

“Big surprise, I’m not too okay at the moment.” Frank manages to let out a chuckle, and I see him smile for the first time. He has beautiful teeth, nothing like the tiny teeth that I hate about myself. “A little shaky, since I’m technically breaking the law.”

I look down, geez, I’m gonna get him arrested. “I know this sounds weird, since we just ‘met’, but I’m not gonna let you get arrested.” I smile softly, just barely showing my fangs. Better let him get used to it slowly.

”Well, I guess I should say thank you?” He chuckles, smiling. Good, I wanted him to get to know me as a normal person. “But I should be the one asking questions here,” He smiles.

Oh God, he’s going to ask me how I died. I must have gone paler than I already was, because Frank waved his hands in the air. "No, I just want to ask you why you're here."

Good, okay. That wouldn't be too hard to answer. Maybe a little awkward, but not too hard. "Well, if you come to the cemetery every day, somewhere I spend a lot of my time, you're bound to get my attention." I say. It was true, I spend at least an hour there every day. Visiting graves, giving the spirits roses. Franks face doesn't change. "Well, I'm certainly not the only person that comes to the cemetery every day. Why did you chose me?"

"Now that part, I don't know. You just caught my eye, I guess." Now that part wasn't true. He was the only one I ever saw that reminded me of my experience.
- - -
I look around the graveyard, perched in my usual tree, out of sight. Looks like the same mumbo-jumbo; people visiting graves. I've seen a couple of them before, a young girl, maybe 14 or 15, is visiting her boyfriends grave. She comes every other day. There's another boy, well into his thirties, who I think is visiting his cousins grave. He comes once or twice a week.

But there is a boy who I can't quite figure out. He looks like he is nearly 20, but he is so short that he could be 14. That one comes everyday, for the past week or so. I think he is visiting his father, as he left a note on the first day that read, 'Dear Dad.'

Right now the boy is sitting cross legged, and from what I can see he is mumbling things under his breath, supposedly talking to his fathers spirit. He reminds me of myself, before I died.
- - -
"Gerard?"

I snap out of my 'trance' and rapidly turn my head to face Frank, who must have been trying to get me out of my little world. As he removes his hand from my shoulder, he smiles.

"I'm not sure if you know this about me, but I'm a Scorpio. I have physic tendencies," He says, not taking his eyes off of mine, "I know you're lying." Wow, I'd heard about Scorpios being physics, but I always considered it bullshit. I guess I was wrong. But I don't say anything. What should I say?

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want, I understand," Frank says. Geez, how is this guy being so loving and supportive of someone he just met? Let alone a vampire.

I look down as my stomach growls. Fuck, it's been nearly six days since I last ate. Frank must have heard too, because he stood up. "I'll get you a snack."

No! No, no, no. This is bad.

"NO!" I nearly shout, and pray to the spirits that his mother didn't hear me. My hand latches onto his wrist, stopping it just as his fingers brushed the door handle. "No... I have to go." I look around, memorizing the layout of the room. "I'll be back, just please don't tell anyone about tonight."

"What... Gerard I can't let you leave on an empty stomach." Frank chuckles, and I get a little scared for him. "And I can't let you feed me." I say, loosening my grip on his wrist. "I promise that I'll be back tomorrow, or sometime soon! Just, please, don't worry about me."

Frank nods, and I halfheartedly smile. I give him a small wave before I crawl out his window, sliding it shut behind me. Next thing I know I'm racing down the streets of New Jersey, eagerly looking for the nearest forest.

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