Through My Veins - Frerard

Chapter One

Gerard's P.O.V:

I scooped his body up and ran, I didn't know what to do so I made the most obvious decision I could think of at the moment.

I stole a car.

I put the dead werewolf's body in the trunk as I tried to calm myself down, then I drove off to somewhere isolated. I needed to find a place far from their territory, an unclaimed piece of land. So as soon as I found one I dialed Mikey's number immediately with shaky fingers.

"Hello? Gerard?" Mikey answered on the second ring.

"Mikey, I need your help with something. It's urgent" I cut right to the chase.

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?" he sounded very concerned which resulted in a strangled sob to escape me "Gerard, you're worrying me sick. Are you okay?"

"Please just hurry up and come quickly, we can't talk about this on the phone. Come alone and don't tell anyone where you're going, I'll text you the location." I said and hung up quickly, and texted him the exact location. It was a whole nerve-wrecking 30 minutes until he came, a deep frown on his face.

"Gerard? What's going on, what do you need my help with?" he asked, concerned, which made the situation a hundred times worse. I can't do this, I can't even form a stable sentence.

"Mikey, I fucked up. I fucked up bad." I broke into a sobbing mess afterwards. He wrapped me in a hug and continued to console me, but he might have as well just staked my heart, he wasn't making things easier.

After a few minutes, I managed to gather my shit together but I didn't speak, I just told him to follow me to the car and opened the trunk for him. The look on his face was indescribable, and I believe he stopped breathing for a good five minutes before he caved and fell to his knees. He grabbed the boy's face in his hands as tears started welling up in his eyes.

"FRANK!" he started off "oh no no no, this can't be happening." he mumbled to himself mostly. After he absorbed the shock, he turned to me with hateful eyes. It was the the angriest I've seen my little brother, I unwillingly whimpered. "Did you do this?!" He questioned angrily, I felt my heart break into a million pieces by his tone, but I managed to nod weakly. He growled as his eye started glowing and taking their werewolf state, he was past angry for sure. "HE WAS MY FRIEND! HE WAS JUST A CUP HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!" he bellowed which resulted in me whimpering a bit more and feeling a lot more shitty if it's even possible.

"I'm sorry Mikey, I didn't mean to kill him, it just happened!" I started lamely defending myself "He attacked me first I swear, I was...feeding. I was feeding and he just came out of nowhere and started punching and biting me and I needed to act fast" I went on. Mikey just sighed in frustration and rubbed his face blinked tears away.

"Idiot, always getting himself into trouble..." Mikey shook his head staring at the lifeless body of the boy previously named Frank. "We need to tell the pack." he finally spoke after a long moment of silence, a silence which I quite honestly preferred over this sentence.

"Mikey, no! They'll kill me, or worse, it'll start a war!" I argued back but he interrupted.

"Gerard, listen! It's the only way to protect you and to stop a war, they'll find out either ways and you'll be in a terrible position and it'll make everything much much worse believe me. You need to listen me, I can protect you if you come with me." he pleaded, I couldn't believe him, I wanted to.

"They won't believe me, they'll accuse you of treason and they'll hurt you too!" I replied

"Frank attacked you first, it was self defense. The penalty won't be the same as the one for manslaughter or murder" he argued further more.