This chapter is for my friend Jordan, who I promised to put in my story. Hope you like your character, although she's only in this for a small section...

I really am sorry that I have been neglecting this story, but ideas aren't coming thick and fast for this one.

I'll upload again soon though, I promise! :D As long as I get enough reviews... ;)

Chapter 5 – Interrogation

"You're kidding, right? What is this, Twilight?" I scoffed.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me!" and suddenly he was gone. Blink and you'd have missed him. He was sat in a ball in the corner of the room. Was he…crying? No…Those were red streaks. He can't be crying. HOLY SHIT HE'S CRYING BLOOD!

"G-Gerard?"

"Why don't you believe me, Frankie?" he sobbed.

"I just…It's all so new to me. I need explanations…" I stared at his blood soaked cheeks as he wiped them, leaving red smears all over his face. He stood up and walked slowly towards me, sitting down beside me. I swivelled my body to face him.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything. First, what do you mean I'm you 'soul mate'?"

"Vampires have a kind of…sixth sense? Every vampire has one soul mate. Once they've found them, they can't let go. The need for the mate is…undeniable. It never breaks, never falters. The vampire has to inject a small amount of venom into the veins of the mate to make them realise their feelings for the vampire. That's why the first time I bit you, it hurt. It won't anymore. It should feel pretty good now."

"Yeah, it did just then…So, why don't I feel like declaring my undying love for you? I mean, I think you're hot, and a really nice guy, but…" he cut me off.

"It works gradually over the course of a few days. But in time, you'll feel like I do for you."

"Okay, another question; why don't you turn to dust in the sun?" he giggled at my question.

"You watch too many horror movies. We don't burn in the sun, there's no reason for us to. Nothing can cause it."

"Oh, okay…So, do you have a reflection?"

"Yes."

"Are you allergic to garlic?"

"No."

"Are you immortal?"

"Technically, yes, but my version of immortal doesn't mean never dying. We don't age; we're frozen at the age we were when we changed. If no-one kills us, or we don't kill ourselves, we live for eternity. Admittedly it's extremely hard to die; harder than any human."

"How many people have you killed?" his expression changed to one of disgust.

"You think I'd be the kind of person to kill?"

"No! No, no, no! But, isn't that what vampires do?"

"Yes, but not me. Not my family."

"Okay, sorry…Who do you live with again?"

"My little brother Mikey and his mate, Jordan. They're hunting at the moment. I kind of lied to you though. I don't have a mum. She died about eighty years ago. But my dad did beat her up, and he used to do the same to Mikey and I. Until Jordan changed us. Then we sort of retaliated, and we ended up killing him…He's the only person we've ever killed, and I couldn't help it. I lost control…I couldn't harness the strength…I…I…" blood poured from his eyes again and stained his perfect white cheeks.

"Hey, shh, it's okay Gee!" I pulled him into a hug and he sobbed lightly into a shirt.

"I hated him so much, but he didn't deserve to die! I'm not a killer! Since then, the three of us decided to never kill anyone else. We suck their blood until they're unconscious and put them into their bed at home, or on a bench or something. We lick over the wound; it makes it disappear. It's something in the venom, apparently…" he looked up at me again with red painted cheeks. He probably expected me to run away screaming, but I couldn't do that do him.

Instead, I kissed his lips softly. Nothing passionate like our previous face-eating competitions. It was sweet, and I wanted this feeling to last. My heart lurched against my rib cage and butterflies attacked my stomach. The kiss felt special, like every kiss should. When he pulled back we both smiled. He wiped his tears away.

"So, do the blood tears freak you out?" he laughed slightly.

"Only a little. Not as much as you'd think actually. In fact, none of this does." I smiled at him to reassure him.

"Good; I'm glad." He kissed me again with the same light touch.

We were soon interrupted by a key turning in the front door, and the sound of laughter as two people came into the lounge.

The first was a boy, who looked remarkably like Gerard. His hair was a dirty blonde colour, and his face was thinner, but you could see a resemblance.

The second was a tall, blonde girl. Her eyes sparkled with the iciest of blues, and she was holding the boy's hand.

"Oh, hey Gerard! Who's this?" the boy asked.

"Hey Mikes, this is Frank, the one I told you about."

"Oh, hey! I'm Mikey, and this is Jordan, my rather beautiful other half." She smiled at him and kissed the end of his nose.

"Nice to meet you," I smiled nervously.

"Yeah, you too." He tugged on Jordan's hand and they were gone in a flash.

"Sociable kid, my brother is." He laughed sarcastically.

"They seem nice enough." I smiled. I didn't really pay much attention to them. I just wanted Gerard, and only Gerard.