can you stake my heart?

chapter 3

Frank woke up the next morning to an insistent knock on his door. He opened his eyes, scanning the room. It took him a moment to realize where exactly he was, still new to this whole situation. He groaned, rubbing his face. He turned to his left and saw Jamia waking up too. She groaned loudly, a strange sound coming from the normally cheery girl. Frank just pitifully laughed.

    The knocking continued, and both groaned once more. Jamia got up, in her pajamas, and opened the door. A hand immediately pushed the door open more, pushing Jamia aside, and walking in. What Frank saw was a very disgruntled Gerard. He groaned again.

    "Jamia! Oh, and Frank!" Gerard yelled, before realizing that Frank was in the room as well. "I need help!" he continued shouting. Both Frank and Jamia shushed him at the same time.

    "With what, Gerard?" Jamia said, not flattering Gerard with politeness or patience. Frank simply rolled his eyes, looking down at his shirtless body. Gerard seemed to also realize he was lacking a shirt, and he continued staring at his chest. Frank blushed, searching for his shirt. He found it, hopped in the bathroom, and wished to die.

    "My cat," Frank heard Gerard say through the door. As well as Jamia groaning, obviously displeased. "Is missing."

    "So? Cats go missing all of the time," Jamia simply stated. Frank quickly realized he should've been putting his shirt on, so he did. He stepped out once more.

    "Not Mittens," Gerard said, hopelessly. It actually took Frank a moment to realize Gerard Way, the vampire prince, was in his room begging for him to help him find his cat named Mittens. The whole situation made him want to laugh.

    "Has he ever run off before?" Frank asked, trying to be helpful. Gerard let out an exasperated sigh.

    "No, she hasn't," He exaggerated the she, making Frank take a mental note to never misgender Gerard's cat ever again. Jamia shot a glare Frank's way, and he just shrugged.

    "Have you eaten today, Gerard?" Jamia asked, concerned. Gerard scratched his head, seemingly trying to remember.

    "No," he finally answered. Everyone in the room groaned. Jamia crossed her arms, glancing between the two men.

    "Okay, drink from Frank. Then we will help. Don't want you getting all crazy like you do when you're hungry," Jamia said, in a stern manner that reminded Frank and Gerard of their mothers. Both boys nodded obediently. Gerard practically glided across the room towards Frank, taking his arm without hesitation. Frank blushed, before feeling Gerard's teeth sink in.

    It didn't hurt as much as the first time, Frank realized he was probably getting used to the sensation. Gerard drank, for quite some time, Jamia and Frank standing awkwardly as he did so. A few moments passed, and Gerard lifted his head, wiping his mouth exactly as he did the first time he drank from the boy. Frank's face was practically red, the whole experience seemed to fluster him.

    Gerard beamed at him, seemingly more cheerful having drinken something. Jamia smiled at the two boys.

    "See? Better. You need a clear head to find your precious Mittens," Jamia said, and Frank couldn't figure out if she was actually being concerned or being sarcastic. That was something Frank didn't like about Jamia, you were never too sure if she was making a jab at you.

    "Last time I saw her was, um, in the courtyard," Gerard said, scratching his head while he talked. The uncertainty in his tone did not give Frank any confidence in his ability to help Gerard. It was almost amusing how helpless Gerard actually was. He acted tough and independent for everyone else, but here in the castle, it wasn't hard to see how dependent he really was.