Tasting Immortal Lips

Chapter 1

The bedroom was dark as I looked out the doorway that led me to the narrow hallways. My heart pounding against my chest, my hands began to shiver as I walked through the cold darkness. As I did, I could hear horrifying moans from the distance, echoing through the ceilings and vibrating between the floor and my feet. I immediately started to move a bit quicker than I was before, looking at the pictures along the walls.

There were pictures of Gerard that made me realize how much I really did miss him.

Covered in cob webs I didn't care to touch, I held a lighter in front of it where I could see his face clearly. His face was pale with dark rings around his eyes, like if he was sick...or really dead.

The thoughts of it made my stomach turn so much; I could hear my ribs snapping in halves. I still couldn't believe that he was gone; I didn't ever really think that he'd leave me. I didn't really understand at the time why he kelp complaining about his head and pucking out his guts. And now I feel stupid, I could've saved him. This is my fault...

Suddenly the flame went out, leaving me back in complete darkness. My surroundings began to frighten me, slowly growing darker as I watched until my sight was no longer visible. I took a deep breath in and out as I felt someone touch my face. I couldn't feel them with my own. Ice cold against my skin, my blood boiled. Then they suddenly pressed their lips against mine passionately. And for some reason it felt good. It was like kissing him again...

With my lips all over his as he tried to attack mine, my hands found his belt as I crawled over him. I could tell that he was getting a bit frustrated than I was and that he needed me for a while. I miss him too. Not seeing him for almost two years, yeah--I missed him for a while when he moved to Mississippi with his grandparents.

My parents never liked him and I never understood why. Maybe it was because he was the delinquent of Huntington High school, but I didn't care. I always thought it was quite sexy. So my parents hated him. They would get upset every time we'd go out late night and I'd spend the night at his place. His parents didn't mind it, besides, they liked me. And I liked them too...

I was on the floor, my legs were spread apart and my hands were forced to stay above me. Then my lighter slipped from my grip, trying to get a good look at what was going on. I could feel my thighs tighten suddenly as I felt pressure there. I closed my eyes and prayed that I wouldn't like this because it was strange to begin with. But it felt awfully good and it produced all the great memories I had with Gerard. And that I didn't say goodbye and that I wasn’t aware of his sickness until the last minute. Feeling completely guilty for what seemed like decades already.

I haven't seen his family since then either...

Thoughts rushed through me as if it was my last resort and I was willing to go back and fix things, but of course, there was no turning back now. Besides, I was lost here in a place that I don't belong in. I was laying on the cold hardwood floor, making love with my lover--well hopefully, once again.

Minutes passed and the thoughts continued to scatter throughout my mind. Moans quickly slipped innocently from my lips as I felt him grabbing my arms tightly and roughly, scrapping my skin with his nails. The faster, the messier it'd gotten and the louder I unconsciously managed to be, I pressed my lips against his neck.

Then he released me from his grip as he slammed his hands onto the floor, causing himself to lean over me, grinding into me as our lips met again. With sloppy wet kisses, I placed my hand onto his face and the other reached for the lighter. I wanted to see his face again. I wanted to tell him that I loved him.

But he grabbed my hand and slowly stopped, a golden glow made up his beautiful face. Completely weak, I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his shoulder. I felt amazing, I felt his again and I was happy...