Blood (Prequel to Vampires Will Never Hurt You)

Twenty-Two

I thought that I could've stared at him for hours. His emotions were a car crash, a mental disaster. I wanted to talk to him, to see why his mind was such a mess- but he probably had no interest in talking to me. In all honesty, I wouldn't have entertained me. I was boring, and probably just as emotional as the guy at the bar. I did need another drink though, so I got up from my hiding spot. I walked slowly over to the bar, asking for another beer. The guy ignored everyone's presence except his and the bartender- as he was giving him drink after drink after drink.

I sat back in my spot, watching and waiting for him to move. But he didn't. At one point my thoughts were imploring him to fight somebody at least, but he drank from his glass every few seconds. I sighed as closing time neared. I couldn't take my eyes off the guy, I wanted to see his face. After an hour or so, everyone was beginning to leave, the guy stumbled to the door. If he made it home okay, I would leave him be. If he ended up passing out in the middle of the sidewalk I'd carry him home- it was the least that I could do. Developing a little crush on somebody this far into my stay in a new town was probably not a good idea, but there was something different about this guy. His thoughts weren't lying to him, he knew exactly what he was doing; and he knew that it was wrong.

I followed him home- I wasn't going to kill him. I was just making sure that he got there unscathed. He was young, possibly the same age as me- well, the age that I was when I changed. I expected him to live across town, somewhere far away from me. But oh was I wrong. The house that he lived in was all too close to me. Next door in fact. I watched him stumble up the untidy pathway, almost falling through his front door. I pulled a face, raising my eyebrows. At least he got home okay, I thought to myself with a shrug. I stopped staring at his old house, beginning to walk to mine. Not before I heard the moans and groans of a drunken boy as he tried to explain himself to a hysterical mother.

Mikey was waiting for me at the front door, tapping his foot impatiently. I rolled my eyes, folding my arms at the foot of the little staircase. I looked at him as if to say 'What have I done now'.

"You know exactly what you did, Gerard. I told you that we were okay to carry on with our lives only moments before you fucked off and did whatever you felt like it," he began, trying his hardest not to scream at me, " I'm scared that you're stuck in a rut Gee, I worry about you. I always do, and I just don't want you to get hurt, and I don't want you to kill anybody." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. I hung my head in shame, I was failing him again. The little brother that I wanted to protect was the one that was protecting me. From myself.

"I'm sorry Mikey. I honestly wasn't doing what you expected, I was people watching. That was it I swear." I promised him, holding up my arms, some of the heavy weight of my burdens evaporating into thin air.

"You weren't hunting?" He asked, eyebrow raised. I too was surprised, I had already expected myself to return to my habitual ways. Killing people, making a mess, moving on. I would always leave my messes for somebody else to clean- Mikey and Elena were the main subjects to my terrible ways.

"Nope. Just people watching. Trust me." I said, still holding my hands in the air in a sort of surrender. Mikey nodded, stepping aside to allow me back inside the house. I wandered into the lounge, the house really had a bad dust problem. It danced and performed in the air, landing on everything that it could get its hands on. I sat down on one of the old couches, dust exploding into the air. Mikey chuckled, before being sent into a coughing fit. I apologised, resting my head on one of the pillows. It had been a long time since anybody in our family had lived here, probably more than a decade I guessed.

"We could get drunk, you know, christen the house with vomit and disorderliness before we clean it?" Mikey suggested, his pale and bony fingers tapping against crates of alcohol that we had brought with us. I pulled a face to show that I was still thinking, before nodding. I needed the sweet release of alcohol, it usually cheered me up significantly. When I drank so much that I could hardly remember my name, everything that Mikey would say sent me into a laughing fit. We enjoyed spending time with each other, we enjoyed laughing together and at each other. If we would've stayed human for our entire lives, I supposed that we'd be inseparable. I'd have to marry a woman to hide my true self, but that wasn't my point.

We could've lived normal lives, instead of trying to rebel against our parents. Although, being dead for so long definitely had its perks...
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Song Of The Chapter- Lithium by Nirvana

A.N
I think that I'm gonna end this story around 25-30 parts, I don't want it to end up going on for longer than Vampires Will Never Hurt You because my plot for this story will run into that story and I don't wanna do thaaaaat....

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