Yup, I know, It's another shorty, but i promise the next one is gonna be like majorly long! :L

And again, any comments/reviews/criticisms/cookies are happily accepted :3

Gerard took Frank back to his flat.

It wasn't much- A tiny one-bed roomed flat with pealing walls and molding curtains, fitted out with decor typical of a second hand store. However, situated in the middle of the town center, it was the perfect spot to catch his innocent prey- drunken girls in which he would tempt down into the scummy alley way, littered with rotting pizza boxes and carcasses of deceased rodents, up the stairs to his cramped room, where he would invite them to his bed, kiss up and down their neck with the most delicate motions, before digging his teeth into their skin and suck the life from them- or, at least that was what he had bragged about.

"Make yourself at home!" Gerard had grinned as he unlocked the door to the flat, reaching his hand out to find the long forgotten light switch, causing the bare light bulb standing as a centre piece of the almost bare room to flicker on, unaccustomed to being used.

"Right, I need a motherfuckin' shower, so you can wash up over there", he pointed his finger towards a sink in the kitchen area, overflowing with slimy dishes and mugs, the sticky substances clinging to the chipped porcelain beginning to mould, "and you can take some clothes and stuff from my room if you want. You know, since yours are a little bloody..."

"Thanks", Frank grumbled. He didn't care how hospitable Gerard was being; nothing would change how he felt about that asshole.

Crawling to the sink, Frank twisted the taps, letting the water pour into the basin and spiral down the plug hole. Splashing the ice cold liquid onto his face and neck, he watched as the basin filled a peculiar shade of pink with his blood. Fuck, what was he? What had his life become? What about his family and friends? He could never se them again, not now that he had changed. Not now that he had grown into a bloodthirsty beast. None of this was real. It couldn't be. In a few minutes time he would wake up, only to find that this nightmare had been nothing but that. Screwing up his eyes, he breathed in deeply.

But he didn't wake.

His face began to drip, not only with tap water, but also with tears.

After drying his face with a grubby dish cloth, Frank made his way to what he assumed to be Gerard's bedroom. The floor was caked thick in dirty washing and dog-eared comic books. Scouring the room for anything clean, or at least wearable, he stumbled upon a Motorhead t-shirt, still fresh bar a few stains on the back, deposited on the end of the strangely tidy and kept bed, considering the state of the rest of the house. Pulling off his own shirt and discarding it on the floor, he jumped out of his skin at the presence of a voice.

"So you found some clothes then?"

Twisting his topless torso round, his eyes met those of Gerard, who was standing, his body leaning onto the frame of the open bedroom door, completely naked with the exception of the white towel wrapped round his slender hips, his hair dripping with hot, steamy water.

"How long have you been there?" Frank questioned in a monotone voice, refusing to warm to the disgusting man.

"A few minutes", Gerard grinned, tapping his fingers off the splintering wooden surface of the door frame, "Guess you could say I was enjoying the view..."

Throwing the t-shirt in his hands on, Frank spat back at Gerard, "Keep your filthy eyes off me!"

"Bit of a temper there, haven't you?" Gerard laughed, wiggling a finger towards him, "We're gonna have to sort that". Leaning off the door frame, he made his way towards Frank, leaning into his ear to whisper seductively, "I'm going to get changed now. But you can stay if you want to"

"Fuck off you creep!" Pushing him, Frank left Gerard's room, shaking his head back and forth in disgust. What was that man expecting? Frank would just run to the stranger who had tried to god damn eat him, his arms open and looking for a fuck? This guy had to be dreaming.

But mind you, so was Frank. He wouldn't let himself believe that everything was real. He wasn't ready for that. Not just yet, anyway.

Several minutes later, Gerard returned through to the living area, dressed in black skinny jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket, rubbing his still dripping hair with the towel that had once been located on his hips. He grinned at the young boy, acting like the previous dispute had never happened.

"So I'm thinking we should go out and get some dinner and drinks. Sound like a plan to you?"

"I'm guessing by dinner you mean drinking blood?"

"Hit the nail on the head, that's what you did there!" the man replied with a smirk. "It may seem weird at first, but don't worry, you'll get used to it after a while. And I can help you and stuff..."

"No fucking way am I killing anyone!"

Gerard sighed deeply. "I'm only trying to help you. Will you at least come out with me? To see what it's like?"

Grunting, Frank stood up and marched towards the door. "Let's fucking go then."