So, it's been 12 days since I uploaded a roper chapter for this story. That is FAR too long. I'm so sorry!

Also, I've been overwhelmed with the amount of responses I got after my cry for help. Thank you to everyone who suggested advice or storylines! I've taken some ideas from everyone's suggestion that I could, and created a storyline that I really like, and I can't wait to write.

So, here's to another chapter, and the start of a new storyline! :D

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Chapter 8 – Burning

"Gerard, you're scaring me," I muttered. He had been pacing the space in front of me for almost an hour. He looked up at me, his angry expression fading at the sight of my tired and leaking eyes. I hadn't stopped crying since we got back to his house.

When he saw my face he disappeared from in front of me and was suddenly beside me on the couch, pulling me into a hug.

"You don't need to be scared, baby. You're more than safe with me," he kissed my forehead, "how do you feel?"

"Angry; I wish he'd just drop dead…" and I meant every word. I didn't have an ounce of love left for that man. If he died, I'd dance on his fucking grave. In fact, knowing how homophobic he is, I'd let Gerard fuck me in the ass on his grave. Ha.

"You really mean that?" he asked. I nodded into his shoulder and brought his lips to mine in a soft and meaningful kiss.

"Hey guys, have you seen Mikey? Oh, sorry…I didn't realise you were, uh…" Gerard broke apart from me to answer Jordan's question.

"Jordan relax; it's just a kiss! And no, I haven't seen Mikey since earlier."

"Damn…Do you mind if I hang out with you guys then?"

"Actually Jord, we were kinda talking-" Gerard was about to turn her down when I interrupted.

"Sure you can!" I smiled as best as I could manage.

"Thanks. It's Frank, right?" she said as she sat cross-legged on the floor in front of us.

"Yeah."

"Are you okay? You seem a bit upset…"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I've just had a rough night, that's all…" Gerard took my hand and stroked his thumb over it to reassure me he was there.

"Oh, that sucks…still, you've got us! It's kind of a rule that we have to protect family at all costs, and considering you're Gerard's mate, and I'm his brother's mate, you're kind of family," she smiled and winked at me.

Suddenly, the front door opened, and a very excitable and giddy Mikey skipped into the lounge.

"Hey guys!" he cheered.

"Why so happy, Mikes?" Gerard asked.

"I just fed off some guy in Hudson Park."

"Yeah, but you're never this happy after feeding…Oh, Mikey…was the guy drunk? Or high?"

"Well, he had a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and he was passed out on a bench, so yeah I guess he was drunk," he giggled. Wait; didn't Dad leave with a bottle of whiskey?"

"Mikey, did he have short black hair and a moustache?"

"Er…yeah. Why?"

"That was my Dad…"

"Oh…sorry man, I didn't know. I wouldn't have bitten him if I knew."

"Nah, it's okay. You should've kept drinking…" there was an awkward silence that followed after I spoke.

"Right, well Mikey, I think we should go and make the most of you giddiness," Jordan suggested seductively.

"Right you are!" he jumped up and picked Jordan up bridal style, before disappearing upstairs.

"DON'T BE TOO LOUD!" Gerard shouted after them, earning a muffled giggle from Jordan.

"Gerard, I don't understand…Does drinking intoxicated blood, well, intoxicate you?"

"Yeah, it has the same affect as alcohol on you."

"Oh cool…" I said, stifling a yawn.

"Frankie, you're tired. Come on, you should get to sleep…"

"No. I want you to do something for me first." I had been thinking of this since we had spoken earlier that evening.

"Anything…"

"I want you to change me, Gerard. I want to be with you forever. I don't want to die and leave you behind."

"Whoa…That venom really worked…Frank; I can't do that to you. It's an extremely painful process. I can't see you like that…" he objected.

"It'd be worth it Gee. Please? I want to be like you!" I used my puppy dog eyes. No-one can refuse those bad boys.

"Uh…okay. If that's what you want…" he looked nervous about his decision as he leaned towards me, pressing his lips to mine for my last human kiss. His lips traced my jaw, and found their way to my neck, before he plunged his teeth into it and sending an overdose of venom coursing through my veins.

And, fuck, did it burn…