Vampires Will Never Hurt You

pt.2

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He can't stop thinking about him.

His beautiful eyes, his sharp features, his rough voice... his ability to quickly and easily rip throats with nothing but his teeth...

Frank lets out a sigh, rubbing his temple.

Ok so this isn't ok to do.
To obsess over someone so...terrifying. So clearly murderous and dangerous.

But in the end, after everything that happened he should be aloud to wonder things. Especially when a VAMPIRE saved him from ANOTHER VAMPIRE.
And his face.. frank can remember how startled he looked. Through all the blood and fangs he looked, guilty? Like he had felt bad for scaring Frank,
or he's just remembering things wrong. All he knows for sure is that he's lucky to be alive.

He rubs at his head again and groans, pushing his body up and swinging his legs off his bed, onto the bedroom floor. He immediately regrets moving from under his warm blanket cocoon, a big rush of cold air sending shivers through his entire body. It makes him feel uneasy.

The real question of all of this (besides that vampires are real??) is the fact that one of them saved him. Why did he care? Why was Frank important enough to risk his life in a fight over?
Well to be fair, the hazel eyed man seemed far more skilled than his opponent so maybe he knew he'd win.
But still, that shit is crazy.

It feels like his whole world has been flipped upside down. What's real? Vampires? Ok, what about werewolves, witches- hell, even the tooth fairy?! Where's the line here?

He stands up, head spinning slightly from all the thoughts swirling around it. He walks to his door sighing and grabbing the handle.
He didn't even get to say thank you.
It was troubling how much frank had thought about this...
That guy, vampire or not, saved his life. Why didn't he get to say thank you for it?

Shaking his head he turns the door handle leading to the hallway, it squeaks obnoxiously, mocking him in a way.

It's been 3 weeks and he can't stop fucking thinking about him.

~~

"Sorry but you're full of shit, dude."

Frank scoffs loudly at Ray, his so called 'friend', smacking the boys head while he's at it.

They're at school (aka hell) eating lunch in the cafeteria. Frank and Ray sit alone at their table, no one seeming to ever want anything to do with them. Well, Frank.

Ray is a cool guy really. He's not the most popular person around but he's good at making first impressions, people always seeming to enjoy his company. Unlike Frank who every single person seems to avoid. Weather it's because he's intimidating at times or just a plain loser, he doesn't care. It's the same outcome either way. He's just avoided.

And now here he is, making a bigger loser out of himself, and to his own friend. Of course Ray wouldn't believe his 'silly vampire story'.

"Hey, it really happened, I swear! It was fucking terrifying, don't call me a liar!" Frank whines out in a desperate plea. Ray is all he's got, if he's not gonna believe him then no one will.

"Hey, I'm not calling you a liar or anything, just... a really great story teller..."
He slaps Ray in the head again.

"I'm serious!"
Ray chuckles at Franks pathetic voice.

"Ok! Ok! Wow, you really are serious, aren't you?"
Ray tilts his head to one side like a puppy would, eyes boring into frank for an honest answer.
Frank looks back, trying to match Rays intense stare while leaning in slightly.