Fallen

Demolition Lovers

Frank's P.O.V. 

I sat on the sleek leather couch, while Gerard walked from the kitchen into the living room, and sat down next to me.

I still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling I had, after seeing the papers in Gerard's room, and then hearing his conversation on the phone. Something felt awfully wrong.

"So, what do you wanna do?" Gerard said, turning to me.

"Hmm...got any movies?" I asked.

"Sure do. You like horror movies?" Gerard responded. Upon hearing Gerard say "horror movies", I felt a little "spark" in my chest. 

I loved horror movies. Maybe a bit too much.

But the fact that Gerard liked them too, made me like him even more...maybe a bit too much.

"Of course!" I said.

"Alright." Gerard said, a little smirk crossing his face, as he got up and kneeled in front of a small bookshelf full of movies on the other side of the room

We ended up choosing 'Night of the Living Dead'.

Gerard put the movie in the DVD player, while I let myself slide into a a lying position. 

Gerard's P.O.V.

After starting the movie, I sat in the armchair next to Frank, seeing as he had decided to take up all the space on the couch

For a short while, I focused on the movie, but I couldn't seem to stop thinking about Frank...and what I had to do to him. I desperately don't want to kill him. But do I have a choice? If I don't kill him, Andy would surely make me pay a price for it. 

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Half -an hour into the movie, I started to feel quite tired.

I glanced over to see Frank had already fallen asleep. His black hair fell into his closed eyes, while his perfect lips were slightly parted.

Oh, his lips.

They looked so smooth and soft. I suddenly felt the desire to kiss them.

I didn't want to believe it or admit it, but I was starting to fall for him.

Hard.

Frank's P.O.V.

~~

I stood alone in the alley at night, with very little light provided by the full moon above.

Somehow I could tell I was dreaming.

I kept walking towards the end of the alley, until I was standing face-to-face with a winged figure.

My heart raced as I felt myself barely drifting into consciousness, and then slipping back under.

I suddenly realized it was Gerard. His wings were extended out to the sides of him, and they were  colored an ebony black. Each feather seemed to reflect the moonlight that washed over them.

"I'm sorry, Frank." Gerard whispered.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, slightly puzzled.

"I don't have a choice." He whispered. 

"Gerard, what are you-" I started to say, before he raised his arm and held a silver knife up high,  then plummeting it into my chest.  

~~

I shot my eyes open.

Just a dream.

My face was drenched in sweat, while my heart continued to insanely beat itself to death.

What on earth was that dream about?

I relaxed and came to the realization that Gerard was underneath me, with his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him. 

The television was off and Gerard was fast asleep. How long had we been lying here? 

I began to wonder why he was holding me in the first place, but I didn't question it, I felt safe and comforted in his arms. 

I closed my eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep, with the wonderful contentment of feeling loved.