OMG you hate me. I know. And this is really short. It's tiny. But I just needed to put that in. Lame excuse, but read.
The next few weeks were probably the strangest of my life.
Every night, when Gerard came back from "hunting", he would crawl under my bed and lay there until morning. I knew he could attack me any time he wanted to, so living in panic was something I had grown used to.
Even though he hated my guts, (that was how he acted, at least) I was starting to get attached to the monster in my room.
"Gerard? I asked one night around eleven. I hadn't heard him return, of course, but I knew he was there.
A low growl was my reply.
"Why don't you sleep with me?"
He snorted, and I suddenly realized how that had sounded. "Shit, not like that, you pervert."
"No, I know how you meant it. I'd probably kill you in your sleep or something."
"Gee, thanks."
"Hey, not my fault I'm a monster."
I shrugged. "Honestly, I could care less…"
"Am I being propositioned by you?"
"Possibly."
He was silent for a brief moment, in which I was sure I could almost hear him smile.
"Goodnight, Frank."
I sighed and rolled over. "Night, Gee."
"Gee? What the fuck?"
I blushed. "Never mind. Goodnight."
"Wait, what about that shit na-"
"Gerard, if you're going to diss my amazing nickname skills I'm going to bed."
He sighed. "Night."
"Night."
The next day, Gerard seemed tired. Not like, sleepless tired, seeing as vampires don't need sleep, but worn-out. Which was why I was curious. He didn't have any other mood than grumpy.
"Fra-ank," Gerard groaned from the living room.
"Yeah?" I asked, walking over to him.
"I'm thirsty. Say, is there anyone you hate in particular? Just asking."
My eyes widened, and I nonchalantly shuffled my feet, while I was really taking a step back. "Uh…not really…I thought you ate animals, though, what with that deer and all…?"
He laughed without a trace of humor. "Not usually. That was just a small snack, and I really didn't feel like going through the whole process of luring someone to a dark alley."
This time, I didn't even bother to cover up my retreat.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and almost involuntarily he let out a high-pitched giggle. "Haven't we gone through this? I'm not going to eat you, Frank. We may not be friends, but I won't hurt you."
Against my will, my lips turned into a pout. Not a kid-about-to-throw-a-tantrum frown, just a confused one. My eyebrows furrowed. "Why can't we be friends?"
He looked taken aback. "Uh…well, don't you think that's a bit weird?"
A small butterfly of hope formed in the pit of my stomach at his not-so-logical answer.
"No I don't. I really couldn't give less of a shit. I mean, vampires are people, too. You don't have to hate me, you know."
For a moment, he looked lonely and slightly hopeful.
The he snapped out of his trance, glared at me and scowled, growling and stomping up to my room.
Damn vampire mood swings.