Through My Veins - Frerard

Chapter Two

Frank's P.O.V:

I am the shittiest person I know, all I brought was just mess and chaos. I would've blamed my bad mood that day on the full moon approaching, or the fact that I got dumped 30 minutes before somebody puked on me, I could also say that the vampire was trespassing and feeding in our territory. But I kept that to myself cause the truth is, I'm just a horrible reckless person.

My thoughts were interrupted by Ray's voice, he was addressing someone but I didn't get a clear view who. But I could definitely smell the fairy dust all the way from here. It was a warlock.

"Really?" I questioned Ray looking the visitor up and down, he didn't look too bad to be honest. He had a canary-yellow colored hair, lots of piercings, and so many tattoos for me to count.

"Frank, please behave. Josh is here to help, be nice." Ray said in a strict voice.

"Who said I need help? I'm fine, I'm not dead anymore." I tried to object. Then that cauldron head did something I would get him back for later, he flashed a light in my face.

The pain came back again, it was all too much even if it was for just, like, one second. My eyes hurt like a bitch and it was more painful than it should've been normally.

"Hey! Don't do that!" I heard Gerard call from the cell across, but no one paid him attention.

"You were saying?" the punk rock Harry Potter said cockily, I just glared daggers at him. Which for some reason he took it as a sign to approach me anyway. He tried touching my face but I scurried away "Don't worry, I don't bite." he smirked "of course unless you ask me to, then I'd be happy to oblige." he winked. Alright, gotta admit that was hot.

"This an invitation?" I replied just as cockily, earning another smirk. I could feel Ray getting slightly uncomfortable in the situation and I kept getting uneasy signals from Edward in the other cell, I always hated that part in being a werewolf, how we can pick off emotions from other people, it almost always kills the mood. "Maybe some other time." I broke off the sexual tension in the room, these people were sabotaging my fun.

"Alright, let's see why you couldn't stay dead now, shall we?" he was back in doctor-warlock mode. He put both hands on the sides of my head as his eyes rolled back. I felt pain wash over me again but I managed not to screech like a fucking banshee.

He breathed out what seemed like forever later and stepped away. "Damn, kid. You're messed up." He shook his head, no shit Sherlock, I just died then un-died.

"Tell me something I don't know" I rolled my eyes dramatically.

"No, I mean you're a literal mess, there's a war inside your body." he said seriously, I'm always at war in my own head, what's new? "There's a fight for dominance in your body, two genes, and I can assure you the outcome will be far from pretty" he went on gloomily.

"Okay, somebody start speaking English" Ray demanded impatient

"The first time he died he had vampire blood running down his throat, so like everybody knows, this is how you turn into a vampire you die with vampire blood in your system." He successfully managed to blow me with one sentence, and not in a good way. "So right now, your werewolf genes are trying to fight the intruding genes off, they cannot co-exist in one body. Which means this can't last for much long, you're dying." he does it again, but this time I can feel all the room fall into a mourning mood.

"Josh, how do we stop this?" Ray demanded not giving the idea of my death a second time a possibility.

"I don't know if we could," he said grimly, Ray just shook his head.