Frank nodded. He felt Gerard unbutton his shirt, pulling it out from his trousers. He turned in Gerard’s arms, sliding his arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. All of this felt familiar to Frank, but he was sure he had never had sex before.
Gerard tugged Frank’s shirts up, pulling away just long enough to slip them both over Frank’s head and drop them to the floor. He leaned back in, licking and biting at Frank’s lips, making him open his mouth. Walking Frank backwards to the bed, Gerard unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off. He pulled back again and yanked off his undershirt, tossing it to the floor.
Frank was pushed back onto the bed, covers bunching under his back as he moved up when Gerard crawled on top of him. He connected their lips again, tugging Gerard down to meet him. He slipped a leg in between Gerard’s, thigh pressing against his erection and making him groan into Frank’s mouth.
He whined when Gerard grasped his hair, tugging his head back and kissing his neck. Gerard released his hair and sat up on his knees, hands sliding down Frank’s chest.
“You’ve gotten stronger since last time,” he smirked, fingers skimming over his hips. He popped the top button on Frank’s pants, working his way down.
“Last time? We’ve done this before, haven’t we?” Frank asked, relaxing his body under Gerard’s skillful fingers.
Gerard hummed and leaned down, kissing Frank’s stomach. He dipped his tongue into Frank’s navel and the younger squirmed. “Lift your hips,” he said, sitting up again and straddling Frank.
Frank nodded, pressing his feet into the bed and lifting his ass up. His trousers were removed, along with his underpants. Both were tossed to the floor and Gerard slid between his legs, fingers trailing up the inside of Frank’s thighs. Frank shifted, suddenly nervous about being nude.
“Shh,” Gerard cooed, placing his hands on the bed next to Frank’s head. “No need to be nervous.” He kissed Frank then sat up again and unbuttoned his pants, removing them.
Leaning over Frank, Gerard reached for the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a small jar. He set it in front of the kerosene lamp, which had been lit no doubt by Cecilia, and let the heat soften the gel inside.
“Gerard?” Frank asked, voice soft and nervous. Gerard hummed, moving to suck on Frank’s neck. “Mmhn-how, um, how are you going to ‘feed’ from me?”
Gerard stopped, propping himself up on his elbows. “I’d rather not tell you,” he said, kissing Frank’s lips once. “I do not wish to scare you.”
Frank nodded, biting his lip.
“Are you frightened?” Gerard asked, stroking Frank’s cheek, the stubble rough under his fingers.
“N-no,” Frank lied. He wrapped his arms around Gerard’s neck, pulling him down but the older remained still. “A-a little.”
“Try not to think of it,” Gerard said. “Try to think only of the pleasure.”
Frank nodded again, smiling when Gerard kissed him.
Gerard pulled away once again. “Turn around,” he purred, sitting back on his heels. Frank sat up and turned, facing the headboard. He looked over his shoulder, feeling foolish when Gerard lifted him to his knees, pressing up close behind him. He reached into the jar and scooped out a small amount of softened gel. “Lean forward. Just grab the headboard,” he said, kissing Frank’s shoulder.
The younger nodded, grasping the thick wood gently. Warm fingers slid over his ass and he gasped.
Gerard pressed his middle finger in and Frank tensed slightly. He slipped two more fingers in quickly, hearing Frank hiss softly, back arching away from him.
“Are you alright?” he asked, gently stretching Frank.
He got a whimper in response. Frank’s knuckles were turning white and his back tensed. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he said, relaxing and loosening his grip.
“Okay. I’m going to remove my fingers now,” Gerard said and Frank nodded.
He winced and sighed when they left his body. Frank watched Gerard reach for the jar again, coating his fingers thoroughly.
Gerard slicked his cock and shuffled forward on his knees.
Frank’s body was still a little tense when he pressed in. He whined, trying to move away from the pain and Gerard grabbed his hip. He held him still as he slid in fully, hips flush with Frank’s ass.
“Let go of the bed,” Gerard groaned, mouth sliding up Frank’s neck. “Bend over, Frankie.” His right hand slid up Frank’s back, resting between his shoulder blades.
Frank took a deep breath, cringing and groaning out as he walked his hands down the headboard. He leaned down, forearms on the bed and head resting on a pillow.
“Ready?” Gerard asked. Frank nodded and he traced his hand down the younger’s back and over to his hip. “Okay,” he murmured and leaned down. Kissing Frank’s back, he pushed himself back up and pulled out an inch before sliding back in.
Frank whined softly underneath him, legs shaking as he continued his thrusts.
Gerard picked up his pace, hearing Frank’s groans become little pants and mewls as he clenched at the sheets. He slipped his hands around Frank’s waist, leaning down slightly before pulling Frank up with him.
He yelped, muscles clenching around Gerard’s cock and back pressing to his chest. “F-fuck, Gerard,” he mewled, gripping Gerard’s left hand. He moved it to his chest, over his heart, and rested his head on his shoulder.
“What do you want, Frank?” Gerard purred, nipping at his ear. He rolled his hips up and Frank whimpered. “Do you want me to touch you?”
Frank swallowed and whined, grabbing Gerard’s neck with his right hand. “Please?” he begged, turning his head towards him. “Please?”
Gerard smiled, kissing Frank, his right hand moving to Frank’s cock. His fingers traced through the coarse hair, sliding down and wrapping around his shaft. He gave a gentle squeeze, thumbing the slit and Frank moaned.
His body shook, hips jerking forward with each of Gerard’s thrusts. Gerard’s hand was still slick from the gel, making the slide perfect. Frank tried to communicate this to the older but it came out as a series of whimpers and moans, most of which were lost in Gerard’s mouth as they kissed. Frank’s hips bucked forward again and he moaned deep in his throat.
He was close and Gerard knew it. He twisted his hand, giving Frank just the right amount of friction and felt his thighs shake. His moans soon became short gasps, like he could not get enough air in his lungs. Gerard nuzzled his face into Frank’s neck, scraping his teeth across the skin.
Frank arched his back, neck stretching and nails scratching at Gerard’s neck as he came hot on Gerard’s hand. A sharp pain filled his body, seeping away into pleasure as Gerard sucked on his neck. His hips had stilled, hand stroking Frank through his climax until he started to become oversensitive.
Gerard licked at the wound, cleaning it of blood. He hadn’t used his toxin on Frank. Not at the moment, at least. Frank whimpered in his arms and he let the younger lay on the bed, ass still in the air.
He mewled at Gerard’s every thrust, his prostate still being stimulated.
It wasn’t long before Gerard himself was coming, leaning down over Frank’s sweaty body and panting. He pulled out, Frank whining softly as his body was set down on the covers. Gerard kissed his lower back before climbing off the bed. “I’ll only be a moment,” he said when Frank rolled to his side and gave him a puzzled look.
He walked to the large dresser, poured water into the basin on top and grabbed a small cloth. He wet the cloth, wrung it out and wiped his face and cock off, drying them with a small hand towel.
Frank watched as he wet the cloth once more, wringing it and bringing both cloths over to the bed. He climbed back on, rolling Frank over to his back and slipping between Frank’s legs, wiping the cloth over his now soft cock.
“This might feel, um, unusual, I guess,” Gerard said, a small grimace on his face.
Frank flinched but nodded and Gerard lifted one of his thighs, cleaning him before tossing the cloth to the ground. It landed near a door and Gerard dried Frank off, tossing that towel away too.
He moved off Frank, to the other side of the bed and pulled the covers down, crawling underneath them. “Are you not going to join me?” he asked when Frank remained still.
Frank hummed, eyes feeling as heavy as his body. Gerard helped him under the covers, holding him close and kissing his forehead. He wrapped his arms loosely around Gerard’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
Gerard went willingly, kissing Frank gently before biting his lip, injecting his toxin. Frank groaned, licking his lip when he pulled away. He opened his mouth to speak only to have Gerard shush him. “Sleep now, Frank,” he said, threading his fingers through the younger’s hair.
His eyes were sad and Frank stroked his cheek, hand falling to the bed shortly after starting.
Frank’s vision went fuzzy and his head felt like it was filled with a dense fluff, weighing him down. His eyes slipped closed and he fell asleep as Gerard watched him.
Gerard remained on the bed for a few moments longer, watching Frank sleep. His face was relaxed, the stubble dark on his cheeks but he still looked as young as he remembered. Even if it had been three years since he last seen him. He took in the younger’s features, imprinting them to memory.
The way his eyes always appeared heavy lidded, the small indent near his right eyebrow, the mole on his cheek. He stroked Frank’s jaw, following the curve with his fingertips and down to his supple neck and defined collarbone.
He sighed, kissing Frank’s forehead once more and crawled out of bed again. Stretching, he grabbed his thick robe, shrugged it on and walked out of the room with one last glance at the sleeping man. He looked over at James and Cecilia, giving them a nod.
Gerard caught Cecilia’s arm when she passed by. She stopped and peered up at him, biting her lip. “Don’t,” he said, giving her a glare.
“Yes, sir,” Cecilia mumbled, bowing her head.
Gerard released her arm and walked towards the library, stopping at the top of the stairs where Robert stood. “Frank is staying with the Iero’s on the east side of town,” he said to the blonde man. “Be sure you’re not seen when returning him.”
Robert nodded, “Yes, sir. You know me. I’m as quiet as a cat.”
Gerard smiled and opened the door to the library, heading inside and taking his place back on the couch. Michael would wake soon, if he was not already awake. He would be going out to feed next week. Gerard often wondered why his brother did not bring his meals to the house so he could feed in the comfort of his own home. But it did not matter.
They had been feeding in their own ways since 347 BC and he knew Michael would not change his habits so quickly.
With a sigh, Gerard turned and lied down on the sofa, head on a throw pillow, and picked up his book. A familiar scene flitted through his memory, one full of blood and screams and death. He shivered, closing his eyes.
The door opened with a soft creak and Gerard sat up, setting his book aside.
Michael strode over to the sofa opposite him, curling up with the book he had in hand. “Is he gone?”
Gerard nodded. Frank should be in the carriage on his way home by now.
“Good,” Michael said. Gerard sighed, resting his elbows on his knees as he leant forward. “What’s wrong?” his brother asked, exasperated.
“I-nothing,” Gerard said, looking over to the fire. It was still roaring, telling him James had tended to it while he was with Frank.
Michael frowned, closed his book and sat up on the sofa, watching his brother. “Tell me.”
Gerard was silent, biting at his nails.
“Now,” Michael demanded, making his brother jump.
“Um, I was just remembering the night we were turned into these, these monsters,” Gerard confessed. He did not look up at his sibling, preferring to continue his assault on his nails.
Michael sighed, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes. “Why are you thinking about that? You know it only depresses you more,” he said, shaking his head.
“I know,” Gerard said softly. He frowned, standing abruptly. “I’m going to bed.”
“But the sun has only just set,” Michael said, watching him move to the door.
Gerard did not reply to him, only opened the door and exited the library. “Master Way, Mr. Iero is on his way home,” James said, bowing slightly. Gerard nodded, continuing to his bedroom. He smiled when he saw his sheets had not been changed.
“Oh, Master Gerard, I was just about to replace your bed clothes,” Cecilia said, walking in behind him, her arms full with linen sheets.
“No!” he shouted and the young woman jumped, almost dropping the sheets. “Um,” he blushed. “Th-the bed is fine. It does not need to be changed yet.” He turned Cecilia around, hands on her back and ushered her to the door. “It will be fine for the night,” he said, giving her a weak smile. “Please, it is fine.”
Cecilia nodded slowly, a knowing smile on her round face. “Of course, sir. I’ll just be off to tend to Master Michael’s room.” She left the room, closing the door with a soft click.
Gerard frowned at the door. He did not like the look she gave him. He just wanted to sleep. It had nothing to do with Frank’s scent still lingering on the sheets. Nothing at all.
He moved to the bed, still unmade, and removed his robe, tossing it to the bottom of the cover. He crawled between the sheets and wrapped his arms around the pillow. The one Frank’s head had lain upon not even a half hour ago. Gerard smiled, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex. He could still hear the sounds Frank had made, feel the way his body opened up for him, and taste his life blood on his tongue.
Closing his eyes, Gerard soon drifted off to sleep.
Heavy foot falls woke Gerard from his dream. He sat up quickly, looking around the room he shared with his younger brother. Michael was still sound asleep in his bed, unaware of the intruder in their small house.
Gerard slipped out of bed, the cool air making him shiver as he crept to the door. Peeking into the main room, he saw no one. The moon was high and bright, casting dark shadows on the walls when he opened the door.
“C'è nessuno?” he called out, walking around the small room. He frowned when silence answered him. Maybe he had dreamt the noise?
He heard the creak of a bed and a whimper when he turned back to the door.
“Michael?” he said, walking into the room. His brother was no longer in bed. He stood in the corner of the room, shadows hiding most of his body. “Michael? Ti senti bene?” he asked, moving closer to his brother.
Michael let out a whimper and Gerard froze. The shadow of a tall man stood behind his brother, hand around his throat.
“Chi sei tu? Stai lontano da mio fratello!” Gerard shouted, baring his teeth.
“Non avrei minacciato un vampiro se fossi stato in te, ragazzo,” a voice spoke, breath warm on the back of Gerard’s neck.
He turned his head, peering over his shoulder at the man behind him when a hand gripped his shoulder, forcing his back to the wall. He groaned, clenching his eyes shut for a second before squinting at his assailant.
The man was around Gerard’s height, light blonde hair cut short and face smooth. He looked young, even younger than Michael.
Gerard blinked at the man, scowling when he grinned at him. The man was strong, forearm pressed firm over his collarbone. Gerard looked over to his brother, seeing the fear in his eyes and something clicked.
“Tu,” he whispered. “Loro due sono gli assassini! Quelli che hanno assassinato gli abitanti del villaggio!” His voice rose with his anger.
The other man chuckled, “Sì, lo siamo. Ed erano deliziosi.”
Michael whimpered again, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Gerard,” he whispered, voice weak and shaky.
Gerard grabbed the blonde man’s arm, attempting to pry it from his chest but it stayed firm. The man smiled and leaned close, teeth elongated and shining in the moon light. He was going to die. Michael was going to die. They were going to die and there wasn’t a thing Gerard could do. Except-
“Trasformateci,” Gerard said. He heard his brother gasp and the man halted, mouth hovering just over Gerard’s neck.
“Trasformarvi?” he asked, moving away. There was a smirk on his face when he looked to his partner. They seemed to have some sort of unspoken conversation and the blonde man grinned, turning back to Gerard. “Sarà doloroso,” he said calmly. “Peggio di qualsiasi dolore possiate immaginare. Siete pronti per questo?”
Gerard swallowed, looking to his brother. Michael was terrified but he gave a short nod, biting his lip. “Si,” he said, seeing the man grin again before he jerked forward, teeth sinking into Gerard’s neck.
He heard a scream. His own scream. And Michael was screaming, too. It was ringing in his ears, almost drowning out the words echoing through his head.
They lied! You fool! They lied to you and now they are going to kill both of you! You have failed!
His vision swam and his body fell limp as the screams ceased. An arm caught him, setting him on the ground. “Drink this,” a voice said. A warm, thick liquid filled Gerard’s mouth and he spluttered, choking on the metallic taste. He heard Michael coughing softly across the room and a voice soothed him. “Drink now,” the first voice said to him again, forcing something soft in his mouth. The liquid flooded over his tongue, taste changing as he swallowed.
Gerard grabbed the item, feeling the man’s arm under his fingers as he drank. The arm was yanked away roughly and Gerard’s head jerked back, knocking off the wall and making him wince. He looked up at the man, squinting in the dark.
When did it get so dark? It was like the moon fell from the sky and the stars died out. The darkness enveloped him for what seemed like eons. Or was it mere seconds?
The pain came next. Piercing, blinding pain. Gerard felt like his body was on fire one second and in frozen water the next. It felt like blades were slicing at every inch of his skin. He could not breathe and could not see, but he could hear his own screams. They were almost too loud to be his own but he knew his voice. He did not know how long the pain lasted. It felt like he was being tortured endlessly, body being ripped apart and sewn back together only to be torn to pieces again.
Gerard jumped, sitting up straight in bed. He panted heavily, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees as he shivered. His skin was slick with a cold sweat, leaving the sheets underneath his bare body damp and sticking to him. Pulling his knees to his chest, he wrapped his arms around them and sighed.
He hated remembering that night. If he had known then what he knew now, he never would have said yes. The life of an immortal vampire was a long and lonely life. Even if he did have his brother with him.
He wanted something else. Someone else.
He gazed to the large windows, seeing the curtains opened wide and the clouds drifting across the sky. With a huff, he crawled out of bed, shivering slightly as he pulled his robe on and walked to the window.
The sky was dark, moon and stars hidden behind the thick clouds. Gerard threw open the window, resting his hands on the sill and leaning out into the cold winter night. Some houses in town still had lights in the windows and the lighthouse shined over the sea.
All the scents of the village wafted over to the manor, one scent standing out among them.
Frank.
Why couldn’t Gerard get that man out of his mind? He’s just a human, nothing more. He meant nothing to Gerard. His life blood may have tasted sweeter than any other human but that alone should not have Gerard so hung up on him.
Robert’s scent travelled up to Gerard’s nose, the unique wolfish smell always lingering on his person no matter how often he bathed. The scent was weak, telling Gerard that the man was already inside.
Gerard closed the window and strode over to the door, leaving the room. He walked down the stairs, seeing Robert exit the kitchen. “Robert, there is something I would like for you to do for me,” he said, crossing his arms loosely over his chest.
“Yes, sir?” Robert nodded.
“I would like for you to keep an eye on Frank Iero, inform me of his whereabouts and when he intends to leave for England,” Gerard said, shifting his weight to his right side.
Robert nodded, a small smile on his face.
“And do not let him know you are tracking him, or anyone else, for that matter. Especially Michael.” Gerard glanced upstairs before turning back to the blonde. “You do not need to track him at all hours, just-just,”
“Don’t worry, sir,” Robert said. “I know what you mean. It’ll be between you and me only.”
Gerard smiled, “Thank you, old friend.”
~
“Francis, wake up. It is late,” Frank’s grandmother, Mona, said, shaking his shoulder. “Francis!”
Frank groaned and peeked out from under his cover. “Nonna? What time is it?” he groaned, sitting up and scrubbing his face with his hands.
“Late, Francis Anthony. Late,” she said, frowning. “Now get up and help your grandfather.” She turned walking to the door as Frank stretched and climbed out of bed. His back twinged and popped and he groaned. Mona stopped just outside the door, looking back to Frank. “Where were you? You did not come home the night before last. I thought I was going to have to write a letter to your parents telling them we lost you only two days after you arrived,” she said, pinning her eagle eyes on Frank.
“Oh, I, uh, I was-I got really drunk,” Frank replied, face red. He turned away, washing his face in the basin. “A friend found me at the bar and he took me to his place where I slept it off?” he said, thinking she wouldn’t believe him.
Mona frowned, arms crossed over her chest. “I did not know you knew anyone in Sorrento. Who is your friend?” she enquired.
Frank’s heart skipped a beat. Would she know Gerard? He did say he was from Sorrento so maybe. He drew out the time before answering, tugging his slacks on and buttoning them. “His name is Gerard Way,” he said, not looking at Mona. He grabbed his shirt, buttoning it up and looking around for his socks.
“Way? I think I have heard of them. Old family, very old. I did not know any Ways were left in town,” she mused, scrunching her mouth up. “This Gerard, he took care of you, si?”
“Yes, Nonna,” Frank said. His lower back twinged again when he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his socks on. His face turned pink again, remembering what Gerard and he had done the night before. He looked up, seeing Mona walking away. He knew his grandparents would never approve of what he did. And even if they did, he still never wanted them to know.
“Affrettati a, Francis. Tuo nonno è in attesa!” Mona shouted from the front room.
“Yes, Nonna.” Frank slipped on his waistcoat and shoes, making his way to the front room.
Mona set a plate with his breakfast on the heavy, scrubbed table and Frank sat down, eating quickly. Frank’s grandfather walked inside, thick jacket making his stocky body appear even bigger. “Francis, we are late,” he said, quirking an eyebrow at the younger man.
“I know. I’m sorry, Poppa.” Frank bowed his head, ashamed of sleeping so late, even if he was sore. “I’m almost ready,” he said, finishing his breakfast.
His grandfather nodded, “I will be outside.”
Frank took his empty plate to the sink, having it taken from his hands by Mona who shooed him away. “Dress warm, Francis.”
He smiled, kissing her cheek and went to the front door. Slipping his scarf and coat on, he grabbed his gloves out of the pockets and opened the door, exiting the small house.
The sun was just rising over the horizon, turning the sky pale pink and white before fading into blue. Frank hurried over to his grandfather, who was sitting on the cart with his tools and supplies. He was a handyman by trade and, while Frank was staying with them, he would be helping his grandfather at work.
Frank hopped up next to him, wincing slightly as sparks of pain shot up his back. He held on to the side when Francesco snapped the reins and the horse started the trek to their first job.
~
Gerard curled up on the plush armchair, book resting on his knees. It was one of his favorites, Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus. He had bought both a first and second edition of the novel when they had been released. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Images flashed behind his eyelids, taking him back to that day.
”You need to feed every two weeks, minimum,” Ezekiel said, dark skin blending in with the shadows.
Gerard nodded, sitting close to his brother. “Okay,” he said softly, watching a candle flame dance.
Erik snickered behind his hand, “Of course, we feed much more often than that. At least every three days, right, Zeke?”
Ezekiel smirked.
~
Michael looked up from his spot on the bed, Gerard sleeping behind him. A whimper came from the other side of the door and he pushed himself up. The door swung open, revealing Erik and Ezekiel along with two young women in binds.
“E 'ora di cena,” Erik said, a wicked grin on his face.
Gerard groaned and rubbed his face. “Cosa? Cena?” he mumbled, looking up at the people entering the room. Michael looked to him, shaking and eyes scared and he understood. The young women would be dinner.
“Cazzo,” Michael whispered, shrinking back, closer to his brother.
Erik pushed one of the ladies, a girl no older than sixteen years of age with olive skin and black hair, farther into the room.
The older girl shrieked and tried to run forward, stopping short when her binds were yanked. “No! Non la mia sorellina, assassino!” she cried. “Per favore! Prendete me al suo posto! Vi prego!”
“Il tuo momento verrà, ragazza,” Ezekiel sneered, holding her tight.
Michael shook his head and clung to Gerard’s shirt. Erik brought the trembling girl over to him, snickering when she cried. “Mangia, Michael. Hai bisogno della tua forza se vuoi diventare un vampiro forte come me e Zeke,” he said, shoving her towards the young man.
Michael shook his head again, burying his face in his brother’s arm. “No! Non posso!” he whimpered.
Gerard wrapped his arm around Michael, petting his shoulder. “Shh, it’s okay, brother,” he whispered into his hair. “I’ll do it,” he said, standing up.
“No!” Michael pleaded, grabbing Gerard’s arm and holding fast. “Don’t kill her!”
“I won’t,” Gerard said softly. He walked forward, towards the shaking girl only to have her snatched away. He frowned when Ezekiel smirked at him, bringing the older girl over.
“The young one is for your brother,” he said. “This one is for you. Good luck with the whole not killing her thing.” He snickered and shoved the girl into Gerard’s arms.
Gerard glared at the older man and held the girl gently. “I don’t mean to hurt you and I promise you and your sister will get home safely,” he said softly.
“Demon,” she spat. “Vile creature!”
Gerard frowned before he let out a sigh. He was a demon and nothing more. Him and Michael both. And he made them this way. The girl was silent as he leaned close, pressing his mouth to her neck.
Something in his blood took over, forcing his fangs out and biting her neck harshly. She screamed. The life blood was so sweet, flowing over his tongue and down his throat. He heard the higher pitch yelp of her sister and opened his eyes.
Michael was feeding.
His eyes slipped closed and he held the girl tightly, feeling her body weaken. Gerard could just feel her heartbeat on his tongue, slowing as she fell limp.
Stop! Gerard! Stop now! His brain screamed but his body ignored his instincts, choosing to quench his thirst.
Gerard whined as he was yanked away from the girl, Ezekiel holding her body momentarily before letting it fall to the wood floor with a heavy thud. He blinked, watching her limp form, willing her to move. He could still taste her sweet life blood as his body shook.
He killed her. He said he wouldn’t and he did. He couldn’t stop his body and now his promise was broken.
A second thump made him jump, looking towards his brother. The girl’s younger sister lay on the floor, unmoving, blood coating her neck and the collar of her dress.
“No,” he whispered. “No, no, no, NO!” he screamed, falling to his knees.
Erik and Ezekiel laughed above him and Michael ran to his side, hugging him tightly. “Gerard, don’t worry. I’m here,” he whispered, rubbing his back.
Gerard jerked himself awake, nearly toppling out of his chair as he grabbed his knees. His book fell to the floor, pages folding underneath it. He took deep breathes, leaning forward until his trembling ceased.
Дата добавления: 2015-11-04; просмотров: 25 | Нарушение авторских прав
| <== предыдущая лекция | | | следующая лекция ==> |