so i apologise for this being really fucking short, but i wanted to post it quickly, so yer just gonna have to live with it (:

Also, it would be lovely if you could spend 20 seconds of your life writing me a review :3 I'm a shit writer, so a lil' help along the way would be lovely! :L

By the time the boy regained sanity, the glowing sun had melted into the ebony darkness of night. Rubbing his eyes, he peered through the darkness at the mysterious man who was curled up in the corner, watching the youngster intently.

"What are you?"

The man chuckled slightly. "You haven't guessed yet?"

The boy shrugged as the man ran his skeletal fingers through his raven hair. "What d'you think about the concept of vampires?"

"Vampires don't exist."

"Then I advise that you should be thinking differently"

The boy shook his head, a single tear falling down his cheek.

"So what's your name, kid?"

"Frank"

Gerard smiled. "Good name. I'm Gerard."

Silence engulphed the room like a snake, twisting round and squeezing, so tight you could barely breath. After several minutes of eternity, Frank spoke up.

"What... Why were you tied up?" he choked. He could feel himself about to vomit. Even his words were tinged with sickness.

Standing up, towering over Frank, Gerard began to make his speech.

"The old man who owns this place, well let's just say I got a hold of his daughter", he wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, "So he tied me up", he ran his finger along his throat, "Slit my throat and left me here to die. But of course", he gave a little wink, "The beauty of vampires is that we can never die. We are blessed with the kiss of eternal life", he lent down so his mouth was to Frank's ear, his voice whisper, cutting like a blade, "Which means you and I can live together forever. You havebeen privileged"

Frank pushed him away, feeling the illness rise up in his throat. "But what about all of the stories? What about stakes through the heart?"

"Hurts like a fucker, but has no real effect."

"Holy water?"

"Honey, I bathe in that shit!"

"Sunlight?"

Gerard paused, thinking over his words. "That, my friend, is partly true... In a way..."

"Don't tell me you sparkle or some shit like that..."

"We, remember", he corrected, "And no, not exactly... Think about the worst case of sunburn you've ever had. Yeah? Well time that by... let's say a hundred. That's what we get if we go out in sunlight. Not too pleasant, is it?"

Frank didn't reply, instead wandering up to the shoddily built plastic window, wiping it clean of dust and grime, letting in another beam of unadulterated moonlight. Gazing out into the starlight, he asked the question. The question that had been bothering him for what felt like forever.

"So what do I do forever? Do I have to..." he gulped down his fears and continued "...Drink blood?"

"Well, you hungry boy?"

Frank shrugged, "Yeah, a little..." However, deep down, his stomach was tearing itself apart in starvation. His mouth was dry, frothing a little from the sides. His mind could not be diverted from the hunger that was devouring his soul.

"Well then take that as a yes. Yes, you will need to drink blood."

Frank's face fell. He couldn't do that. Morally, it was impossible for him. I mean, he was a bloody vegetarian, so it was hard enough for him to eat a fucking beef burger, never mind... he couldn't make himself even think about it. Gulping again, he continued.

"Can't I just live of normal food?"

Gerard reached into the t of his hoody, pulling out an aging packet of cigarettes, proceeding to place one between his nicotine starved lips, lighting it and letting the delicious poison fill his already rotted lungs. "You can eat it", he replied through drags from the fag, "And yeah, you can live off it, but you'll never get rid of that feeling of hunger which, I can tell, is pounding through your body right now."

Frank shook his head, still gazing out the window, another tear travelling down his cheek and along his jaw line. "I'll never kill anyone. It's wrong. It's sick."

"Are you saying that I'm wrong? That I'm sick? Because I'll tell you this. This, my friend, is the best life you could ever ask for. You'll never get ill, any wound you could ever receive will heal, you don't have to worry about anything stupid like family or commitment. The only thing you ever have to think about is where your next meal is coming from."

Frank nodded. "Yeah, you are wrong, and you are sick. And how the fuck can you call that a life? Where the fuck is the fun in killing people?"

Gerard smirked. "Tell you what. Come with me, I'll show you where the fun is..."