Hate •Frerard•

Chapter VI

It's been almost a week since Frank and I kissed. We haven't talked at all during school or really even made eye contact. The suspense was killing me. I really wanted to talk to him, but I was waiting for him to get ready.

After school let out today, I was walking home by myself. Mikey was hanging out with Pete at his house. My head was down and my sunglasses on. I was slouched down as I walked down the pavement approaching my house. When I got there, I saw a small figure sitting down in a chair on my porch. I walked up to it and cleared my throat, he looked up at me and I could tell it was Frank.

"Hi", I said to him breaking the silence, "Want to talk inside? I'm pretty sure my parents aren't home."

He got up and followed me up the stairs and into my room. I put my stuff down and walked over to my bed kicking off my shoes and sitting down. I patted the open space next to me indicating that Frank should sit down with me. He walked over to me and sat where I patted, but a little further away from me.

"So...", I started but got cut off by Frank butting in.

"What happened the other week...", he started to say but this time I cut him off.

"I know, wasn't cool what I did", I said looking at him.

"No, I just wanted to tell you the full story", he told me looking at me as well.

"I was at the police station because they fount my hair on one of the bodies", he said with seriousness.

"And the reason I was crying", he said as his eyes showed his true sadden state, "Was because I was tired of it all, you know? I just got flash backs of the police taking the man who murdered my parents and turned me, and them asking me if he was the one I saw that killed my parents."

I saw him fight tears back, "He was a pure blood like you, but he wasn't as nice as you are." I could see the corner of his mouth lift up lightly, almost not noticeable.

"He killed some of the police, and fled. I haven't seen him since I was ten, and I don't ever want to see him again", he looked down at the floor below us, "I'm just afraid he might come back, and I don't know what he'll do."

I reached out and gently grabbed his chin turning his head so he would look at me, "I'll never let him hurt you." I put my hand on his cheek in a reassuring manner, he leaned into it closing his eyes.

I made a small breathy noise from my noise almost like a short laugh and shook my head, "I don't know why, but I feel myself falling for you each day I'm near you."

He opened his eyes and looked at me, he seemed so innocent. He grabbed each side off my face with his hands gently and pulled my face to meet his. Our lips touched as we both closed our eyes and tilted our heads. We passionately kissed loving every moment of it. I felt so happy  in that moment, like this was the person that I belonged with. Frank pulled away from me dropping his hands to either side of him.

"I hated you in the beginning, but that was because I didn't want to fall for you", he said blushing a bit looking down, "I fount myself attracted to you when I first saw you, but I sensed that you was a pure blood and tried to fight the feeling. Meaning I had to hate you, I had to be a major dick just because what you are, what we are."

I put my hand on his thigh, he looked up at me tearing up a bit. "It's okay, I understand, but that's behind us", I told him trying to cheer him up making it known I don't care what he did to me, that I cared about him only.

He smiled a little bit wiping the water that formed under his eyes. He wrapped his arms around my stomach hugging me, I hugged him back and kissed his cheek. I don't want to let him go, ever. I want him to be with me like this forever, and I don't know why. I never fall for someone I just met, and I especially never fell for anyone like this before. He's supposed to hate me, yet here he is, hugging me.  He's supposed to rip my heart out, yet here he is kissing me.

'What is this attraction we have for each other? Why aren't we killing each other? Why do I care about him? Why don't I hate him like I do everyone else?' I couldn't help but question myself about these thoughts rushing through my head as I hugged him. 'What if... what if he's the one? What if he's my mate? Would he let me test it? No, what am I thinking?' More thoughts rushed my head as we slowly pulled away. 'But what if he is but we never test it? What if he's willing to test it but is waiting on me?' I looked at my hand in my lap.

"Gerard? Are you okay?", Frank asked me leaning down a bit so he could see my face.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I'm fine", I told him jolting my head up quickly in his detection.

'Ask him. Ask him. Ask him you pansy!' I told myself.

I put my hand to the back of my neck rubbing it as I spoke up, "Uh, Frank?" He responded with a slight "hmm."

"Can I ask you something?", I asked dropping my hand and looking at him.

"Sure", he shrugged.

"Can I test if we are, ugh, mates?", I asked nervously. He looked at me kinda confused and taken back. "Like I know we just met, but it's going to eat at me until I at least test it", I told him looking him dead in his eyes.

"This is kinda fast, but what if we aren't?", he asked with a slit hint of worry lacing his voice.

"I'll still care about you", I told him reassuringly, "Are you ready?"

He hesitantly shook his head yes. I took my wrist and bit into it, I then took his wrist and bit into it as well. He flenched a bit from pain. I told him to drink my blood as I grabbed his wrist and drunk from him as well. His blood rushed into my mouth, I've never tasted any blood sweeter or richer than his. It was like heaven's gates being opened in my mouth. I felt my eyes turn red from the taste of his blood and I bit down harder. I felt like I couldn't stop myself, like I couldn't control my thirst. I felt his bit get harder as well, making a slight pain shoot up my arm. I finally ripped myself free from him, pulling my arm away in the process. I was breathing heavily. I felt his blood drip down my face and onto my neck. Frank and I had our eyes locked as we painted. Since we exchanged blood, if we were mates we could telepathically communicate without touching. We could also feel each other's physical pain so we know when the others in danger if we are apart.

I stared into his eye and try to communicate with him, "Did it work?"

I saw his eyes widen once I asked the question. "Yes", he said aloud.