“They killed my dad,” Frank says in almost a whisper.
“What?” Gerard asks, and Frank nods.
“I was only eight, and they killed him. This…this guy, he just attacked him one night. He tried to come after me, but dad wouldn’t…” Frank trails off, taking a deep, shaking breath. “He killed him, and I was there. I just…” Frank leans down, rubbing his knees. He can still feel the damp planks scraping his skin, the way his ankle bone just snapped as he fell.
“I’m sorry,” Gerard says, and he’s suddenly on his knees in front of Frank. Frank looks up at him, meeting those hazel green eyes and his stomach jolts like it did the very first time he met Gerard. “I’m sorry that happened, I’m sorry I’m the same kind of monster.”
“But you’re not,” Frank whispers. “You said you’re not.”
“I’m not, I’d never…I’d never take anyone away from the people they love.”
Frank stares into Gerard’s eyes, and he knows he’s not lying. He just knows.
“I have to go,” Frank says, and he gets to his feet, pushing past Gerard. He knows the bodies of the dead vampires are still there, but he figures Gerard will take care of them.
“I’m sorry, Frank,” Gerard calls and Frank stops, but doesn’t turn around. “I didn’t want to lie to you, I just…I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Frank closes his eyes but doesn’t move. It shouldn’t hurt this much, he barely even knows Gerard, but it does, it fuckinghurts.
“I knew you’d never…never want me if you knew what I really was.”
Frank opens his eyes and finally glances back at Gerard. His eyes look sad and he’s rubbing the back of his neck.
“Want you as what?” Frank croaks.
“Anything.” Gerard says quietly, and at that he turns and walks away.
***
Frank groans and drops the grocery bag onto the kitchen table.
“Mom, seriously,” he whines, stretching his fingers. “Did you buy bowling balls?!”
Linda rolls her eyes. “And there was me thinking you were Superman.”
Frank makes a face. “Batman, mom, I’m Batman.”
Linda laughs and shakes her head before she starts to pull items out of the grocery bags taking up the counter and kitchen table. Frank falls into a chair at the table and slowly tugs out a few groceries, pushing them across the table in the direction of his mother.
Frank didn’t get much sleep last night when he got home. No, in fact he’d spent the majority of the time between climbing into his bed and getting up to help his mom with the shopping just staring at his window, his head spinning.
“You okay, baby?” Linda asks, and Frank looks up and blinks a few times before he offers her a soft smile. “I’m fine,” he replies. “Why?”
“You’re kind of caressing the sun lotion,” Linda says with one eyebrow raised.
Frank frowns then looks at his hands, and he is indeed rubbing a bottle of factor fifty sun lotion. He holds it up in front of his face before he says, “Mom. This is Jersey, why do you need this?”
Linda rolls her eyes and takes the bottle from Frank’s hands. “Because unlike you, I don’t have your father’s genes and I burn up like a little vampire.”
Frank feels like the breath gets knocked from his chest, and it must show because his mother sets the bottle down on the counter before she puts a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby, I--”
“No, it’s fine,” Frank says, and he smiles up at her. She always thinks that Frank can’t talk about his father, and in a way she’s right, because he hates talking about his father, but in this instance, that’s not what’s troubling him. “I’m okay.”
Linda bites her lip before she nods and squeezes Frank’s shoulder, then goes back to unpacking the groceries.
Frank watches her for a second, before he looks back at the sun lotion.
*
Frank doesn’t go hunting that night. No, instead he finds himself switching off his alarm and pulling his blankets around him as he watches Jamie Lee Curtis cower in a closet on his television screen. Frank has a huge collection of horror movies, it’s just something he enjoys -- but no vampire movies. When he was ten, his aunt bought him a Dracula costume for his birthday, thinking it was the perfect gift for a boy born on Halloween; she’d been wrong though, and Frank had taken a panic attack, hiding under his bed for at least thirty minutes before his mother promised he didn’t need to wear the costume, he could be Frankenstein’s Monster again that year, it was okay.
Yeah, Frank thinks he’s got enough vampire shit to deal with in his life without stressing himself out with the movies. Half the movies are wrong anyway, as Frank’s found out over the years. Vampires don’t turn into bats, and crucifixes and holy water don’t work. Silver hurts them, Frank figured that out early on, and really, it doesn’t matter what a stake is made of -- if it’s sharp and can pierce the heart, it’ll do the job. Cutting off their heads will work too.
And now there’s another thing Frank’s discovered -- apparently, vampires can go out in daylight. Frank hadn’t really thought of it until he’d come across the sun lotion in his mom’s shopping. He’d met Gerard in the comic store, during the day, and if Gerard was a vampire, that didn’t really add up with the stereotype of bloodsucking monsters that Frank’s built up in his head. So Frank figures that it must be sun block or something. Maybe a couple of layers of a strong factor means they can handle the sun for a bit, right? It would make sense, at least in Gerard’s case. And Jersey wasn’t exactly the sunniest of places.
However, this new information also makes Frank feel a little uneasy. He tries not to think about Gerard rubbing sun lotion into his skin each day, but thinks of the fact that if this is true, vampires can use sun block to go out during the day -- how many of them are out there, walking past Frank each day in the street?
Frank shakes his head. He’s not thinking about this now. He tries to focus on the masked killer on the screen, but soon enough he’s sitting up quickly, staring at his window. He’s sure he just heard something outside.
Slowly, Frank slides out of the fortress of blankets he’s built up around himself, and edges closer to the window. He leans up on the windowsill and stares down into the backyard. He knows he’s probably just being paranoid, he always is on the nights he doesn’t go out, but--
There’s a dark shadow creeping across the yard and Frank’s breathing constricts. His wrist twitches and he’s ready to dive for the backpack under his bed, but he stops as he watches Nana pad up to the figure. She sniffs at it for a few seconds before her tail starts to wag and Frank makes a face…before the light of the streetlights seem to hit the figure, and Frank sees that it’s Gerard.
Frank lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and watches as Gerard crouches down and scratches Nana behind the ears, and of course the giant mutt plants her butt on the grass and cocks her head to let Gerard pet her. Frank would roll his eyes if he weren’t having trouble tearing them away from Gerard.
Gerard’s smiling at the huge dog, and seems to be speaking softly to her. Frank knows that Nana is a big softy (it’s probably his fault, to be honest, naming her after a bloody nursing dog), so if Gerard was going to sneak in and drain Frank of his blood, he’d probably have no hassle from her.
But Frank knows Gerard isn’t here to do that -- he doesn’t have any doubt about that, which he finds unsettling. It’s like he trusts him, and that doesn’t sit right with Frank, because he doesn’t trust vampires.
Frank closes his eyes and rubs his face, and when he opens his eyes Gerard is looking up at him. He’s still scratching Nana behind the ears, but he’s looking up at Frank with inquisitive eyes. Frank doesn’t move, just stares back. Gerard offers a small smile, but Frank doesn’t return it, just stares.
After a while, Gerard seems to swallow and gets to his feet. Nana whines and bumps her head off his leg, and Frank feels a stabbing ache in his chest as Gerard smiles softly and pets her, whispering something before he looks up at Frank once more, and then he’s gone.
Frank watches as Nana paws at the garden fence, before she pads back to the porch. A few seconds later Frank can hear her pawing at the back door, and he sighs before he makes his way down to the kitchen and opens the door to let her in.
*
For the next three nights, Frank doesn’t go out. Instead he attempts to sleep for school in the morning, which rarely happens, because every night when he looks out of his window, Gerard is in the backyard. He doesn’t seem to be doing anything, just shows up and pets Nana for a short while whilst he looks around the garden. He watches Frank’s bedroom window for a few minutes, then he leaves, and Frank goes down to the kitchen to let Nana in.
Each night, there’s a twisting, sickening feeling in Frank’s stomach, and Frank knows exactly what it is, he doesn’t even need to think about it -- it’s want. He wants to go down and speak to Gerard, he wants to let Gerard explain why he’s there, he wants to know more about Gerard, about why he’s not as blood thirsty as the rest of the monsters in the night.
Frank’s mother hasn’t noticed the stranger in their garden at night, but she has noticed Frank bringing Nana in each night.
“If you want her in your room, you’re gonna have to get a new dog bed, Frank. That one up there is a mess,” Linda says one afternoon as Frank sits at the kitchen table attempting his Statistics homework.
“Mhhm.” Frank says.
“I mean, I don’t like having her outside either, but she’s the one that insists on it…” Frank’s thoughts drown his mom out as he stares at the numbers on the page in front of him. None of it makes sense, and really, he isn’t thinking about the homework, he’s debating on what he’s going to do tonight. Is he going to just stay in and wait for Gerard to check up on him? (that’s what he seems to be doing, anyway) Or is he going to go out hunting?
*
In the end, Frank goes out. As he creeps towards the gate at the end of the backyard, Frank notices Nana sitting on the porch, watching him with curiosity. She whines a little and her tail thumps off the porch, so Frank creeps back and scratches behind her ears.
“I don’t think he’ll be here tonight,” Frank says, and he presses a kiss to her snout.
When Frank gets to the park, the place is empty. He can’t help but feel a little sad at that, but he reminds himself that he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t feel like this about Gerard, someone he doesn’t even know, a vampire.
Frank gives himself a mental shake, before he drops his bag into the bush, and checks his person to make sure he’s got the usual artillery on him.
It’s after about thirty minutes of walking the park that Frank hears footsteps behind him. He spins on the spot, pulling a silver tipped stake from the inside of his hoodie, but it’s Gerard, two feet behind him, staring back at Frank with wide eyes.
Frank stares at him for a few seconds, chest heaving slowly, before he lowers the stake. He screws his eyes closed and takes a deep breath, before he turns back and starts walking again.
Gerard follows Frank for the rest of the night, but Frank doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking. At one point Frank almost trips over a branch, and suddenly Gerard is close behind him, arms outstretched to catch him. Frank’s heart races fast in his chest, but he doesn’t even look up, just rubs his palms on his pants and keeps going.
It’s around three am when Frank decides to call it a night. He’s packing his stuff into his backpack, trying to ignore the fact he can practically feel Gerard watching him from the swing set, when he hears a sound. He looks up quickly and turns to see Gerard staring at him with wide eyes.
Then it happens so fast.
Suddenly Frank’s in the air, and it was so quick he didn’t even feel the kick to his barely healed ribs until he hits the ground again. He can briefly hear Gerard calling his name but it’s soon replaced with the thumping in his ears and a shooting pain in the side of his face as something connects with his jaw.
Then Gerard’s right there, dragging Frank’s attacker away. Frank manages to turn onto his back, struggling to breathe. He can see Gerard tousling with a tall, dark skinned man. The man’s teeth are bared, full and sharp, and gnashing at Gerard, but all Gerard does is keep pushing at him, landing punches when he can.
There’s a part of Frank wishing that Gerard would just…vamp out or something, just tear the fucking asshole’s throat out. He likes Frank, right? He could just…only, no, he couldn’t, could he? Gerard can’t kill another vampire, even if he wanted to. Which, as far as Frank can tell, and from how hard he’s hitting this vamp, he really wants to.
Frank grunts and rolls onto his side, reaching for the silver tipped stake. He grabs it in his hand before he gets to his feet. When he looks back at Gerard and the vampire, the tables seem to have turned and the vamp now has Gerard on the ground. There’s a gash on the side of his head, but Frank knows it’ll heal soon enough.
“How cute,” the dark skinned vampire spits down at Gerard. He has his forearm against Gerard’s throat, and Frank’s just about to race over when the vamp says, “Trying to protect your little boyfriend?”
Frank stops for just a second, not sure whether he should be insulted or not, before the vamp turns his head to look at him.
“Well well,” the vampire says. “If it isn’t Frankie, The Vampire Slayer.”
Frank feels dizzy. “You…you know my name?”
The vampire grins and turns back to Gerard, punching him hard in the face. Gerard groans and his head falls to the side. Frank doesn’t know if vampires can be knocked out, but Gerard certainly looks like he’s out cold.
The vamp gets to his feet and slowly stalks towards Frank, who’s found that he can’t seem to move.
“Oh, I know more than just your name, kid,” the vamp says. He’s smirking and starts to circle Frank in a way that Frank finds daunting -- he’s never been in a situation like this (and no, that time the jocks stuck him in his own locker doesn’t count). “I know all about your little…excursions,” he says with a sneer. “Think you’re quite the hunter, don’t you?”
Frank swallows and tightens his grip on the stake. How the hell does anyone know about what he’s been doing? No one’s ever gotten away, no one’s ever seen him, as far as he knows.
“And you’ve even got yourself a little vampet!” The vampire crows, throwing a look back at where Gerard is stirring on the ground. “Cute little lapdog you’ve got there.”
Something boils in Frank’s chest, and he really doesn’t know what’s pissing him off more -- this guy talking about Gerard like that, or the fact that Frank’s getting annoyed at him talking about Gerard like that.
“We know all about you, kiddo,” the vampire laughs, and Frank glances at Gerard who’s just rolled onto his side. Frank swallows. He’s not sure if he can take this creature alone, but if he keeps him talking until Gerard’s got his bearings, maybe they can do it together.
“We?” Frank says, trying to keep his voice steady. “Who’s ‘we’? You got some undead mafia behind you?”
The vamp rolls his eyes. “Don’t try and get smart, kid. You’ve only got minutes to live. Don’t waste them with wise talk.”
Frank shrugs. “I’m a teenager, I’m always a smart ass.”
“Well,” the vampire says, and he stops in front of Frank and rolls his head on his shoulders. Frank can hear the bones cracking. “The boss isn’t too happy about your little…hobby.”
“The boss?” Frank clears his throat.
The vampire just smirks again, then springs forward. Frank manages to hold back a squeak as the vampire takes him down. Frank tries to knock the vamp off, but it’s no use, he’s too strong, and he practically pins Frank down. Frank manages to knee him in the groin, and he knows that’s a dirty move, but really, this is a fucking vampire.
The vamp rolls off, and Frank scrambles forward, but he’s not fast enough and earns a kick to the ribs again, which sends him flying backwards, clutching his side. He almost falls to the ground, but a pair of arms catches him and holds him up. Frank looks back to see Gerard there with worried eyes, squeezing Frank’s arms as he holds him up.
“I’ll hold him, you stake him, okay?” Gerard says, and Frank just nods, because right now is not the time to be getting lost in Gerard’s eyes.
Gerard nods back, then like lightning, he’s gone again. Frank looks up and Gerard’s wrestling with the vamp, pulling out all the moves. Frank feels a little useless, just standing there and watching as they fight, but really, if he tries to get any closer it’d probably just do more harm than good.
When Gerard takes a knock to the jaw, Frank clenches his fist around the stake and raises his arm. A few seconds later Gerard’s on his back, and the vamp’s on top of him, just laying into him.
Frank barely thinks before he rushes forward, arm raised and just plunges the stake through the vampire’s back. Frank can feel the bones crack and crush as he drives the sliver tipped wood through, and the vamp lets out a scream as the silver touches its heart.
The vampire stops moving quite quickly, and Frank pulls the stake out of the body and stumbles back slightly as Gerard rolls away from under it. Frank just stares down at him, and watches as Gerard gets to his feet.
“Frank,” Gerard pants, and climbs slowly, unsteadily to his feet. “Frank, I have to--”
But Frank doesn’t let Gerard finish. No, because right now, Frank can’t speak. He can’t listen. He can’t do anything that doesn’t involve his mouth on Gerard’s.
Gerard makes a small noise as Frank kisses him, almost like he can’t believe it, but soon enough he has his hands resting on Frank’s hips. Frank drops the stake and plants his hands in Gerard’s hair, and fuck, he’s been wanting to do that for days, no matter how much his brain keeps telling him it’s wrong.
Frank pushes Gerard back slightly, and they both tumble to the ground. Frank’s quick to crawl over Gerard and fit their mouths back together, and the second his tongue passes Gerard’s lips he can feel his pants getting just a little too tight for comfort.
“Frank,” Gerard pants, trying to push him back a little. “Frank, we--”
“No talking,” Frank says and kisses him again. “Don’t wanna talk, just wanna--”
“No, Frank,” Gerard says, and then takes Frank’s face in his hands and turns it slightly. Frank sees the body of the dead undead next to them, and suddenly he realises that okay, maybe making out next to a body isn’t the sexiest of things to do right now.
“Oh.” Frank breathes, and he looks down at Gerard. “Okay. Yeah. Sorry, I shouldn’t have--”
“We could go to my house?” Gerard swallows, and Frank just stares down at him. “I live…I live near.”
Frank swallows and before he really has any control over it, he nods. “Okay.”
They’re quick about it, getting the vampire’s body to the lake, rolling it in with as minimal splash as possible, before they grab Frank’s backpack and soon enough, they find themselves at the main gate of the large public park.
Frank looks up at Gerard, and his pants still feel too tight, and his head is yelling at him to go home, but he knows he’s not going to.
“I live there,” Gerard says, and Frank looks up to where Gerard’s pointing. It’s just a normal two story house, less than sixty feet from where they’re standing. There’s a bedroom light still on, and Frank just nods. “Do you still…I mean, if you don’t--”
“I do.” Frank just says, and Gerard looks at him for a few seconds before he nods, and starts to walk.
*
They’re barely down the basement steps when Frank’s on Gerard again, his bag just discarded on the floor. Gerard makes a squeaking sound and stumbles backwards. It’s dark and Frank can barely see, but soon he’s on top of Gerard again and he assumes they’ve landed on a bed.
Now, it’s not like Frank’s a virgin…well, actually, he is, he is a virgin, but he’s done stuff. Okay, not much but he at least knows what he’s doing…to a certain extent.
“Frank,” Gerard almost pants. “Are you really sure you--”
“Mhhmm,” Frank says against his lips, because he is so sure, and has been for a while now. Since he’d first laid eyes on Gerard, if he’s honest. If he holds onto that feeling, he can try and forget about the rest of the shit between them.
“Okay,” Gerard says. “Okay, let me just…” He moves a little, shifting up the bed, and Frank sits up slightly, straddling Gerard’s thighs. Gerard pushes his long hair out of his face with both hands, and Frank actually has to swallow, because Gerard’s justbeautiful. It’s so dark that Frank can barely see anything, but the pale of Gerard’s skin is almost like a beacon.
“Okay,” Gerard says, and he gives Frank a nervous smile.
Frank nods, and leans down again, pressing their lips together softly, he leans one hand on the bed and plants the other in Gerard’s hair, because it seems he can’t get enough of those long dark locks. Gerard opens his mouth just a little, his tongue tracing Frank’s bottom lip like it’s some kind of exotic fruit.
Frank lets out a breath, and Gerard nips on his lip just a little, and Frank’s eyes open wide. When Frank lets out another sharp breath Gerard bucks up against him, capturing Frank’s whole mouth with his own.
Frank moans and closes his eyes as he feels Gerard bucking up against him awkwardly. Frank tightens his grip in Gerard’s hair and snakes one arm down between them. He starts to tug at Gerard’s belt and hisses when he pricks himself.
“Ow!” Frank says, leaning back and breaking the kiss. He looks down to see Gerard’s wearing a fucking bat belt buckle. “Seriously?”
Gerard smiles shyly, and Frank doesn’t even care about the buckle now, as long as it’s open. Frank uses both of his hands to pull the buckle open and then he’s tugging on the buttons and zip. The second he sees the checks of Gerard’s white and blue boxers Frank gets a jolt in his stomach. He looks up and Gerard’s staring at him.
Frank doesn’t say anything, just shakily starts to pull at his pants, but soon enough Gerard’s hands are there, doing it for him. He just watches Gerard’s pale fingers pop the button and pull down the zip and when Frank looks up, Gerard’s just staring back at him.
Frank blows out a breath and Gerard twitches underneath him again, then he’s reaching forward and pulling Frank down to kiss him again.
“Breathing…is a…thing…for you?” Frank manages.
“Well, when you haven’t done it for…ten years…” Gerard says, his hands reaching around to hold Frank down, close against him.
For a few seconds that runs through Frank’s mind, that Gerard’s a vampire, that he shouldn’t be doing this, but when he feels Gerard rut up against him, those thoughts are lost in an instant. The only thing on Frank’s mind now is the building sensation in his loins.
Frank feels Gerard’s hands slipping lower, hooking his fingers into the backs of Frank’s pants and tugging them down along with his shorts. Frank hisses a little when they’re just low enough for his cock to slip out against the rough denim of Gerard’s jeans. Gerard nips Frank’s lip again and brings his hands back to shove his own pants and shorts down to his thighs.
“Oh fuck,” Frank moans as soon as he can feel Gerard’s cock rubbing against his own. He can’t really stop himself as he pushes down against Gerard, kissing his mouth hungrily.
“Frank,” Gerard mutters, but he doesn’t say anything more as Frank grinds down against him harder. Instead, Gerard runs one hand down Frank’s back and cups Frank’s ass, pulling him as close as possible, squeezing and making Frank shudder in the best way.
Frank can’t stop kissing Gerard, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. He tightens his grip in Gerard’s hair, then loosens it, sliding his hands down to cup each side of Gerard’s neck as he feels one of Gerard’s hands slip between them. He hisses as he feels Gerard take a hold of both their cocks in his hand and starts to stroke them together a little awkwardly. It might be a little awkward, Frank thinks, but it feels fucking fantastic. Completely different to what Frank’s used to (and that’s just his own hand and his own dick).
“Oh fuck,” Frank whines, and he bucks into Gerard’s grasp.
“Is this…okay?” Gerard asks, and Frank just manages a gasped out, “yes!” before Gerard’s practically sucking on his tongue and running his grip up and down both their lengths.
Frank feels a little embarrassed, because he already feels like he’s gonna just come all over both of them right now. However, from the way Gerard’s hips are bucking up, Frank thinks it’s okay.
It isn’t long before Frank actually does come, and he pushes his face into Gerard’s neck trying to mute his scream, and he can feel the hot sticky sensation spreading up over his stomach where his shirt’s ridden up, pressed against Gerard’s stomach. Gerard follows a few seconds later, his hand on Frank’s ass squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise.
Frank just stays there, breathing against Gerard’s neck until Gerard softly pushes him upwards. Frank stares down at him with hazy eyes, but Gerard just eases him off and down onto the bed next to him. Frank watches as Gerard pulls his sticky shirt over his head and wipes at his stomach. Next, he turns to Frank and uses his shirt to wipe Frank down, then he throws it over the side of the bed.
Frank tries to thank him, but really, he’s too fucking tired. He barely manages to fasten his pants before he realises Gerard is pulling the bed sheets over them both. Frank sucks in a breath as he feels Gerard settle against his side, then closes his eyes.
*
When Frank wakes up in the morning, it’s still pretty dark. He’s confused because the sheets around him aren’t his own, and he’s pretty sure his bed isn’t as lumpy as the one he’s now lying on. He leans up on his elbows and sees a tiny window on the wall with what looks like an old Morrisey shirt slung over it, so only tiny chinks of light are leaking into the room, which Frank now realises is a basement.
Gerard’s basement.
Frank swallows and looks to his side, and sure enough, Gerard is still lying next to him, curled in an almost fetal position with his hands clasped under his chin. Frank bites his lip as the night before flashes through his mind, and he’s not sure if the sickening feeling in his stomach is excitement or disgust.
Frank looks around the room, and it’s not really how he’d imagine a vampire’s lair to look, if he’s honest. There’s a Watchmen poster on one wall with photographs tacked around it of smiling faces, and Frank picks out a few of Mikey and Gerard, but Mikey looks really young and then it kinda smacks Frank in the gut -- of course the pictures of them are when Mikey was young, because vampires can’t have their photos taken.
Frank shakes his head a little, and starts to shimmy to the edge of the bed. He swings his legs over and has to dodge a few canvases littering the floor. He’s thankful he’s still got his shoes on, and all he needs to do is grab his bag as--
“Morning…”
Frank freezes and turns to look at Gerard who is leaning up on one elbow and rubbing his face. He looks gorgeous, and Frank’s heart gives a little jolt.
“Hey,” Frank says, and he turns back to stare at his feet.
“What time is it?” Gerard yawns, and Frank feels the bed move as Gerard leans across to his bedside cabinet. “Eight am? Pffft…” Gerard falls back against the pillows and throws an arm over his face.
Frank holds back a snicker, and just says, “I, uh…my mom will be getting up soon…I…I should…”
Frank feels Gerard move again and when he looks back, Gerard’s looking up at him with worried, tired eyes.
“Yeah,” Gerard says. “I uh…yeah, sure…” He pulls himself out of bed, and Frank stands up to watch as Gerard picks up his discarded shirt. He squints at it before throwing it back on the floor and rummages around for another. Frank has to look away, because there’s a cross shaped scar on Gerard’s chest, and it hurts Frank’s stomach to look at it.
So, Frank just looks around the room as Gerard picks at the debris on the floor, and his eyes fall on a set of Rosary beads hanging over a lamp in the corner. Frank can’t help but make his way over and touch them.
“Those were my grandma’s.”
Frank looks up to where Gerard’s still standing topless. He’s watching Frank with sad eyes and Frank really can’t take it.
“I’ll, uh, let myself out.” Frank says, and he grabs his backpack from the floor and doesn’t wait for Gerard to answer before he’s running up the basement steps.
The second Frank is out of the basement and in the hallway, he realises he didn’t think things through -- he didn’t think of the possibility that a member of Gerard’s family could be there. Which of course, there is.
Mikey Way is looking at Frank, from where he’s obviously just paused on his way to the kitchen in a pair of Star Wars pyjamas. He just stares at Frank with a blank expression, and Frank isn’t too sure what the protocol is for having sex with a vampire, trying to run out on them and then bumping into their younger brother in the process.
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