Bloodsuckin'

Materials. P8

Dawn's rosy fingers stroked the edge of the horizon, and Gerard's bloodshot eyes flickered open. His head was heavy as he lifted it from the cold carpet, and looked over to Frank, who was snoring quietly on the other side of the bedroom floor, his feet just managing to sit on Gerard's shins. Gerard rubbed his eyes and sat up for a few moments, before hopping up to write a note.

'Gone home for breakfast. See you on the bus. XoXo, G.'

He folded it carefully and gently placed the piece of paper on Frank's empty bed.

Gerard sprinted home, burst into his bedroom from the external entrance, and shoved various papers and books into his bag. Lastly, he snatched a heavy book from the top of a pile of dirty clothing. He paused for a moment, running his fingers across the elaborately emblazoned 'VAMPYRE' across the front cover, before squeezing it into his black canvas backpack, and rushing up the stairs to prepare his burgundy concoction.

He bumped into his mother on his way out, her concerned 'is that marijuana I smell on you, mister?!' fading into the distance as he scampered to the bus stop, just moments before the bus arrived.

Gerard flopped down next to Frank, wet with sweat.
"Dude, you didn't have time to shower? Or change your clothes? You fucking reek, man!" Frank dramatically pulled his polo shirt over his face to block the scent.
"Shut up, Frankie." Gerard panted, before taking a long slurp of his blood-coffee. Frank narrowed his eyes at his friend's drink, and held out his hand, to try it. Gerard pulled a confused face, then slowly handed it over. Frank swirled it about in the travel mug and sniffed it, raising an eyebrow in mock judgment, before taking a sip, pretending to swish it about in his mouth, and swallowing it down.
"Not bad, Monsieur Way, not bad at all. Four stars!" Frank's bastardised French accent caused Gerard's nose to involuntarily wrinkle as he giggled, exposing his stubby teeth. Frank beamed as Gerard retrieved the concoction, drinking it quickly and letting every last drop fall into his open mouth, before stuffing the empty mug into his bag.

"But c'mon, it's not ideal, is it?" Frank asked, reminding both he and Gerard of the peculiarity of the bloody coffee.
"Obviously not, but what else can I do, y'know?" Gerard pulled a vial of perfume out of the front pocket of his rucksack, before gently dabbing the applicator on his wrists. Frank cackled as Gerard did so, before quietly asking if he could have some too.

"I've had this for literal years, but I've never actually read it." Gerard tugged the glittering 'Vampyre' book from his bag. "I'm hoping it might gimme some answers?" The pair looked at each other hopefully, then uneasily, as they opened the cover to reveal a detailed illustration of a demonic face.

"As long as it doesn't lead to that..." Frank glanced at the drawing, and up at Gerard, who was pulling a face to imitate it by pouting and scrunching up his features. Frank flinched, for the expression was similar to that of the mutated Gerard in the bathroom on Monday. Gerard realised what he had done, and slammed the book shut.
"We'll sort this out," Frank stated seriously, as the bus pulled into the school car park.

The pair were walking through the school gates, planning how they could attempt to harness Gerard's vampire powers, when Gerard felt a harsh tap on his shoulder. He turned around to a seething James.
"You know what you did, you piece of shit?!" He boomed. "I was suspended because of you, because you went crying to Hurley!" Gerard took a step back, as James' anger built. He was out for blood. The surrounding students stopped to watch the altercation that was very clearly about to transpire.
"I want you dead, I want you more than dead," James growled, as he dropped his bag to the gravel floor, ready to punch.
Gerard glared at Frank with a glint in his eyes as he removed his rucksack, then very slowly removed his ring, and dropped it into Frank's readily outstretched hand.
"James, that would be valid, if I was the one who sprinted across the whole track just to run into me... but that was you." Gerard's eyes began to glow, as a deranged expression flashed across his face. James took a step back, almost involuntarily, as the power dynamic between the two instantly shifted. Gerard drew his hands into fists, and Frank thought back to seeing his bloodied fists in the bathroom. He instantly jumped up to Gerard and pressed the ring to the back of his neck. 

"Fuck off, freaks," James spoke softly as he frustratedly waved a fist, and retreated into the school building. The surrounding crowd instantly dispersed and resumed their drowsy amble into school.
Gerard breathed heavily as he regained full control.
"How was that?" Frank asked nervously, as he slid the ring onto Gerard's finger.
"That... that felt good. I knew what was going on this time - I remember all of it, Frankie." He breathlessly picked his bag off the ground, and the pair started to walk.
"You're uh, you were pretty powerful, you seemed taller!" Frank scratched the back of his neck and shrugged jokingly. Gerard chuckled, still feeling a powerful high that must have kicked in with his vampiric powers.

'Hey, what was James even going on about? Did he mention Mr. Hurley?" Frank snapped out of his daydream, unaware of the events that led towards the incident in the bathroom on Monday. Gerard filled Frank in as they strolled into the school building, feeling a warm sense of pride regarding being a vampire, for the very first time.