Immortals (Frerard)

Five

Pete came in with two of his servants. The servants were holding a buffet's amount of breakfast. The breakfast foods ranged from pancakes to bacon to cereal. There was a lot to eat.

I am actually feeling very hungry so I pick up eggs, toast, sausage, and bacon.

Again, I feel like I am being watched and I roll my eyes. I decide to start texting Gerard after eating everything on my plate.

F: wanna hang out?

I get a reply instantly.

G: Sure. Meet at park on Penny street in 30 minutes.

F: Oki Doki Artichoki

So, I just met this strange guy last night, he fell from stalking me, he told me that I can get pregnant, he told me that I have immortal blood, and now I want to hang out with him.

I start to get ready by getting dressed in black skinny jeans, a plain red shirt, and combat boots. I question putting on eyeliner and decided, fuck it. Why not? So I put some eyeliner on.

"Bye, Pete," I say, leavimg the house.

"Bye, Frank."

~~~Time Lapse~~~

When I get there, I see Gerard sitting on a bench with what looks like Chinese food. It looks like he is glaring at something so I turn to see what he is looking at.

I see a guy with red eyes staring at me. I then look back at Gerard and notice that his eyes are jet black. I rush over to Gerard and Gerard turns to find me.

"Hey. What's going on?" I ask.

"A dominate is looking at you like he wants to fuck you, Frank. Red eyes means lust, black eyes, probably like mine, is anger. So on, so forth," he sighs and his eyes go back to the normal shade of hazel.

"Why does the dominate want me?" I ask.

"You are a fertile and in mating season." I roll my eyes and sit next to him. "So have you processed everything about yesterday and today?"

"Yeah. I have a question. How can you tell if someone is a dominate or a fertile?"

"Well, first of all, you have to know if they are mundane or have some immortal blood in them. There are more immortals here than you would know, actually. You can tell if someone is immortal by the feeling they give off. It is like this thing called a 'gay-dar'. You can sense it, ya know? And once you find that out, you can tell if they are a fertile because the fertiles, especially in mating season, they give off an aura of a bottom. And the dominate gives the aura of a top. Small things like that."

"Okay... Do we have like.. soul mates, or something?"

"Uhm, yeah. We have these things called 'mates'. You only have one and that one is also an immortal. If your mate has already died, you wil not have another."

"Have you found yours?"

"I think but I don't think they know yet. I hear that when you do find your mate, it is an instant connection. And when that connection is made, you only become more and more close to each other."

I sigh and look at the Chinese food. God, I'm hungry again.

"Oh, yeah. You need to try this," he says while opening the box. "It is orange chicken but without the orange sauce, it's blood. Trust me, this is what you are craving." I take a smell and it smells like iron.

I instantly take a fork and poke it into a piece of chicken. I lift the fork and place the chicken into my mouth. God, it is so fucking good!

I end up eating the whole box.

Afterwards, Gerard and I walk around the park until my phone rings. I look at the caller I.D. and it says "Pete".

"Sorry, I have to take this," I tell Gerard and he nods. I answer it and ask, "Hello?"

"Hi," he said. I could practically hear his smile from here.

"What do you need?" I ask.

"Nothing. I am just bored."

"Find that Patrick kid."

"Okay. Bye." With that, I hang up.

I look up at Gerard and smile. He looks back at me and smiles too and in that moment, everything seems okay.

Everything seems okay. What I mean is that it feels like I wasn't just bombarded with information, it feels like I am human, and it definitely feels like he hasn't been stalking me all of these years.

"Frank?" Gerard asks, still smiling at me.

"Yeah, Gerard?" I ask back.

"Uhm, want to meet my brother? I think you would like him. He is a fertile, as well," he says, nervously rubbing his neck. He then turns his gaze to the park swarmed with kids.

"Sure. But before we do, can I know his name?"

"His name is Michael but he prefers Mikey."

I nod and stand up. Gerard gets up after me and we walk to his house.