#vampire!gerard

"You're a fucking what?" You say, backing away slowly, and Gerard's hand comes out to rest on your lower back and keep you from leaving.

"Baby, it's not what you think. Well, I mean it is, but it's not as bad as you think."

"What do you mean? Like, you drink blood? You don't sleep? How did you eat human food with me? Ho-"

"Yes, I drink blood. Yes, I sleep, but it's more for fun. I can't digest human food, I throw it up after I get home."

"What the fuck?" You groan, throwing your hands up, exasperated. "Now I have to worry about my boyfriend killing me?"

"If I was going to kill you, I would have done it already. Plus, I feed on animals, as much as I hate it." He shrugs. It seemed so normal to him, and you were in such shock, you just couldn't comprehend it. He had to be lying.

"Prove it." You say, and he raises his eyebrows, taken aback.

"How can I prove it?"

"Bite me. Drink my blood."

"Babe, no. I don't drink human blood, I'm technically a vegetarian."

"Please?"

"It's because I don't know if I can stop. Drinking human blood is a... borderline sexual experience, if not completely a sexual experience."

"You can't control yourself?"

"Not if it's you." He stares at you for a second, his gaze falling to your neck. "As much as I want to, I think I'd fucking kill you."

"I think that's a risk I'd like to take, just to know if this is real."

"Please, don't make me do this." He says, his eyes wide as he leans closer - his words were contradicting his actions.

"Just do it, Gee."

After a few seconds, he dives into your neck, piercing pain searing through your shoulder and arm, your head falling to the side instinctively. You grip at him, groaning in pain.

The pain quickly contorts into pleasure, and you're moaning, rutting against him. Your hand comes to his crotch, gripping gently, palming at him. You feel him grow beneath your palm, tented in his jeans.

You gasp as you feel another surge of pleasure, him drawing deep from your neck, gulping and slurping monstrously. His hands roam your body, gripping and cupping you in various places, his hips rutting against your leg.

He fumbles with his belt buckle, drinking you in slowly, ripping your shorts down your legs, all while he's still sucking on your neck. He pulls your panties to the side, and in one smooth thrust, he's inside of you.

You groan, bringing a hand down to play with your clit, whimpering. Your hips move against him, impatient, fucking yourself on his cock already.

He moans into your neck, his voice thick with blood, almost gurgling as he thrusts into you, blood dripping down your neck and shoulder, saturating your t-shirt.

"Fuck," you moan, gripping at his back, nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. "Gee," you whine, pulling at his hoodie. "I think that's enough."

He groans into your neck, gulping greedily as you begin to feel light headed, eyes unfocusing as he fucks into you. "G-gee..."

"Fuck," he mutters, snatching his head away, leaving two gaping marks in your neck. He licks them tenderly, closing them with his venom, your head lolling to the side. Your head feels a bit clearer, your heart rate lowering.

You're weakly rutting against him, chasing your high, whimpering. "Please," you whine, in the afterglow of his venom - an aphrodisiac. He fucks into you a few more times, before you're coming undone together, a mixture of both of your juices mixing and spilling out onto the couch.

You breathe heavily, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to his plump, blood stained lips. You taste your own metallic flavor, groaning.

"I guess it's real," you say breathlessly, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Almost couldn't stop myself."

"We can do this more often, if you'd like."

Gerard felt a surge of power in his muscles, and like his brain was running at a million miles an hour. He realized now why vampires were so desperate for human blood - you were the first human he'd drank from.

"Fuck, I'd die for that."

"Can you die?"

"Stakes are real. Keep me away from wooden objects."

You laugh lightly, reaching up and brushing your fingers through his messy hair. Your neck throbbed, but it was bearable, and already closing from his venom.

"Thanks for telling me, Gee."

"I'm sorry I kept it from you for so many months."

"It's a big, life changing secret. I understand."

He nods, smiling softly.

"You're perfect for me, you know that? Accepting, and willing to let me feed from you? I couldn't have gotten luckier."

"I'm the lucky one... being bitten is a fucking crazy experience." You sigh, running your fingers down his spine. He pulls out of you, a soft grunt leaving his lips, his cum spilling out of you.

"Let's get you in the bath." He says, lifting you up - insanely strong, as if you're the weight of a feather. He takes you to the bathroom, running water for you, and lighting a few candles.

Excitedly you stirred your car around the last corner into the street your house was standing in, facing the cemetery, which now came into the view as well. You immediately noticed the change that you had never expected to happen. Even though it was early afternoon, the iron gates were closed, and a heavy chain wrapped around the bars. Behind the fence you noticed grass growing on the usually well-kept stone paths, and the few graves you were able to see, looked abandoned, weeds growing high, no fresh flowers, and no single person wandering amongst the gravestones, visiting the last resting place of their loved ones.

Confused you drove up to your parents’ house and got out of the car, continually looking back over your shoulder at the cemetery. Your mother seemed to have noticed your arrival since she waited in the door as you walked up the few steps to the small house.

“You made it,” she cheered, wrapping her arms around you.

“Hey mum,” you smiled, but you were still thinking of the cemetery. What had happened there?

You did not dare asking that question until you were sitting at the dinner table. The usual “How have you been? Anything new?”- questions had been asked and answered, so you finally decided to bring up what had happened to the piece of land in front of your childhood home.

“Oh, the city council, or whoever decides these things, closed it down,” you dad explained between two bites.

“They said most people prefer to get buried at that new graveyard at the edge of town, because it also has the funeral parlor is right next to it, and so is the chapel and all,” your mother continued explaining.

You nodded, and continued eating, but your attention drifted away from the conversation. If they had shut down the cemetery, where was Gerard? Was he still there, hiding in one of the mausoleums only to show himself at night? Had he moved? If so, where? Where would a vampire who barely knew a living soul move? It destressed you, imagining Gerard not living here anymore. To you, he belonged here the same way gravestones belong on a graveyard.

Time did not pass fast enough for you that evening, until you finally announced you were going to meet some friend from back in high school. That was obviously a lie, since the main reason for your visit was to see Gerard again. You threw on a rain coat and some sneakers before you hastily made your way out of the front door, over to the other side of the street, and then along the fence of the cemetery towards the front gate.

Just as you had seen this afternoon, there was still the chain wrapped around the bars, making it impossible to push the two wings open far enough to slip in. But growing up next to and regularly sneaking into the cemetery as a teenager, had prepared you for such a moment. You continued walking along the high iron fence until you had reached a part of the street where no houses had been built and even the street lanterns had given up their service.

It would have been creepy for most people, but you did not care, as you took hold of the bars of the iron fence, and placed your foot to rest on a crossbar, pushing yourself off the ground. You remembered the first time your friends had convinced you to break into the cemetery by night, none of you had known how to properly climb the fence, and you had torn your shirt, but now, even after not having done this for years, your muscle memory kicked in, and you skillfully climbed over the spiky ends of the fence, letting yourself fall to the soft, grassy ground on the other side.

A grin carved into your face and you quickly straightened your jacked, before you walked off into the direction of the mausoleums where you remembered having met Gerard last year.

You stumbled along the dark paths, trying to keep yourself from falling over gravestones and bumps in the ground. Usually you would have brought a torch for nightly adventures, but the faint light of a wandering torch on a closed down cemetery would only have drawn people’s attention to your little mission. And what were you to tell the police if someone decided to call them? “Oh, I’m just looking for a friend who used to live here, right over there in this one rich families’ mausoleums.” Yeah, definitely not.

Annoyed you realized that your rain coat did in fact come to a use, when light, tiny droplets of rain started falling from the dark clouds that hid the moon. You pulled up the hood, trying to cover your head from the water, and continued walking over the cemetery, slowly beginning to feel uneasy about the situation. Something was off, something was wrong, your instinct told you. The little hairs on your neck rose, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. You furrowed your brows and looked around, expecting to see someone watching you, but you were alone.

The rain increased, the droplets turning into drops of cold water, and an icy wind started blowing, before you finally reached the first mausoleum. It was not the one Gerard had always hidden in, but you knocked on the heavy door anyway and tried to push it open, but to no avail.

So you moved on, and tried your luck with the second mausoleum, ignoring the feeling of dread. This time you tried more, knocked longer, pushed harder, even quietly called for Gerard. Your voice got lost in the howling of the wind that had picked up, and the drumming of the rain. What had started out as a harmless drizzle, had quickly turned into a full blown storm.

After your second try had failed just as pitifully as the first, you ran on to the third door. Lightning stroke across the sky, flashing the abandoned cemetery in white light for a split second, blinding you and leaving you startled, but you quickly remembered why you were here and continued your search.

By now your trousers were wet with the cold rain that had been blown against you by the strong wind, and the time between lightings decreased. A particularly strong gust of wind ripped the hood off of your head, causing the loose strands of your hair to dance in the air. Annoyed you brushed the hair out of your face, trying to get back your vision before you lifted your hand to the iron door of the last mausoleum. This was the one Gerard used to live in, and you were pretty certain that, should this one be empty too, you would go home and continue your search tomorrow. You were freezing, and honestly: there were nicer things than searching a cemetery at night during a heavy thunder storm.

To your surprise the heavy door swung open at the contact with your hand as you reached forward to bang your fist against it. You did not even hesitate for a moment before you slipped into the strange building.

Inside it was a lot warmer than out in the rain, but also darker. Resting your back against the door, you waited for a few moments, trying to calm your shivers and allowing your eyes to adjust to the minimal lighting.

When finally the black turned into different shades of grey, you recognized the room you had wished yourself back to so often during the past months. The two stone sarcophagi that were placed in niches the walls left and right of the room had been remodeled into furniture.

The right one held a mattress, pillows and blankets, while the left one was used as a shelf, holding a box of cereal, a carton of UHT-milk, a few plates and bowls and some cutlery. The sarcophagus at the end of the room had been turned into a mixture of a table and a bookshelf. An armchair had been pushed to its side, using it like a side table. On the other end, opposite the chair, heaps of books were stacked onto each other. The middle of the room been had turned into a fire place, burned wood and ashes resting on the old stones, but they had turned cold.

Shivering from the icy wind, you strolled into the room. Not much had changed, except for the brand of the cereal and some of the books, allowing you to hope that Gerard had not moved and was still living here. You brushed off the wet rain coat and walked over to a suitcase that was hidden in a corner in the back. You knew Gerard kept his clean clothes in there, so you quickly exchanged the dripping wet trousers for some dry sweat pants, hoping that Gerard would not mind. After all you were determined to wait here for him. So you sat down on the bed, taking off your shoes and crossing your legs. You leant against a wall, facing the door and closed your eyes for a moment. The smell around you reminded you so much of Gerard, and feeling the pillow in your back brought back memories of the few nights you had spent here, talking about whatever you liked, cuddled into the wooly blankets, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

You were woken by a hand on your shoulder softly shaking you awake. Sleepily you rubbed your eyes before you blinked them open. The room was dimly lit by a fire, and the smell of Chinese noodles filled the air, making you perk up. A broad smile on his face, black hair hanging into his eyes, Gerard stood next to you, smiling down on you gently. It took you a moment to properly comprehend what had happened, but once you had remembered the events of the night, you leapt forward, throwing your arms around the still grinning man and wrapped him in a tight hug, which he immediately returned.

“Now that’s a surprise,” he chuckled, tightening the hug a little, nuzzling his nose into your still slightly damp hair. “Do you always break into your friends’ houses when they’re not home?”

Laughing you pushed him away, now able to take a better look at him. His hair had grown a little longer since last year, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have faded. He was wearing the same black coat you already knew, but the dark shirt he had always worn had been replaced with a black band shirt.

“Only when it’s super stormy outside,” you joked.

The smile at spread across Gerard’s face made your heart melt, and you felt your insides turning into warm, excited butterflies fluttering around nervously, but at the same time happily. While your mind was still doing cartwheels, unable to quite catch up on the fact that finally, after so long, you were reunited with Gerard, he had already wrapped you into another hug, one that lingered longer this time, both of you relaxing, and soaking in the comforting sensation of each other’s presence.

When Gerard pulled away, his expression was soft and loving. You felt yourself drowning in his beautiful hazel eyes, and his finger gently massaged the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him again, until his lips met yours carefully.

The kiss knocked the breath out of you, even though it was not demanding at all. The mere thought of Gerard and you kissing had made your heart speed up during the past months, and now experiencing it, it was better than you ever could have imagined. Gerard’s lips were soft, and when he felt you responding, just as carefully as he had started out, he could not help the smile that tucked at them. Slowly you wrapped your hands into his black hair, weaving his silky curls around your fingers, and pulled yourself closer to him. His hands wandered from your neck down your back, the warmth of his skin seeping through your clothes, making shivers run down your spine.

When Gerard pulled away, his cheeks had blushed to a soft pink, and both of you giggled, before he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you off the matrass on the sarcophagus that you had still been sitting on, setting your feet down on the uneven floor of the mausoleum. You smiled at Gerard, your fingers wrapped into the smooth fabric of his shirt, and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I brought Chinese noodles, if you ask really nicely, I might consider sharing,” he offered, making you shake your head at him in amusement.

“It’s fine, I had dinner at my parents’,” you explained, following Gerard to the other sarcophagus on which the cutlery and food was placed.

“I insist,” he laughed, grabbing two forks and the paper box with the warm noodles, “Come on.”

He sat down the things on the big sarcophagus, and sat down in the armchair, pulling you into his lap, making you giggle.

Quietly talking about what had happened to both of you during the months you had spent apart, you shared the box of noodles. Gerard confessed that after the cemetery had been closed, he had considered moving, trying to find some new place to stay at, after all, after two hundred years of living side by side with his brother’s grave, he felt like it was time to move on. He had thought about finding you, but in the end he had been unsure if you had even wanted to stay in contact with him and he had no clue about where you lived anyway. So he had stayed where he was, hoping, that when you came to visit your parents, you might pay him a visit.

The thunderstorm started to subside, and the box of noodles was long empty, when the darkness outside the single window faded into a dark grey. Sleepily you rested your head against Gerard’s shoulder, who had wrapped his arms around you, his cheek brushing against your hair and his breath fanning over the skin on your neck.

“You could come with me,” you mumbled, finally voicing the thought that had scrambled around your brain since he had mentioned leaving this place. “We could find a nice little place for you, not too far away from mine…”

“Or I could just move in with you,” Gerard chuckled.

You lifted your head up, your eyes meeting his, curious to find out if he was serious. When you found no sarcasm in them, you laughed and shook your head before kissing Gerard again. Still chuckling he leant in, his breath fanning over your skin. You had been sitting with him for hours now, but you still felt a comfortable tickle wherever he touched your skin.

“Really, can I,” he asked when you had pulled away, your forehead now resting against his.

“Do you really think I could say no to that,” you laughed, pecking him on the lips again before you got up from his lap with a groan.

“Where are you going,” he whined, already missing the close proximity he had had to you.

“I have to go home; my parents will wonder where I am,” you explained.

Gerard nodded and watched as you collected the rain coat and you shoes, which were still lying on the floor, and slipped them back on.

“Are you going to come over again tonight?”

You turned to look at the dark haired vampire who still sat in the armchair by the big sarcophagus.

“Are you going to bring food again?”

Gerard laughed lightheartedly at your response.

“Of course I’ll come,” you grinned, walking over to him again for a last kiss before you had to leave the mausoleum, the cemetery, and this beautiful dream. But if Gerard really wanted to come with you, if he really wanted to give the two of you a chance, then soon this, this thing that now felt as far away from reality as a fading dream, would be your home, your reality. The thought made your stomach twist into knots of excitement.

“You look good in my clothes,” Gerard whispered, when he pulled away after the kiss, his thumbs hooked into the pockets of the sweat pants you had stolen from him.

“You are unbelievable,” you laughed and turned away, walking over to the rusty door. “Sleep well, see you tonight.”

“See you tonight,” Gerard repeated, and watched with an aching heart how you opened the door just far enough to slip out, careful that no direct sunlight would fall into the mausoleum. But you would be back, in just a few hours you would be back in his arms, and if it would be his choice, he would keep you by his side forever.

Outside the air was stingingly cold, but the oxygen that filled your lungs was a nice change to the smoke from the fire inside Gerard’s hide out. The grass underneath your shoes was wet from the rain, but the air smelled of fresh grass and earth, and of spring and flowers, and even though the sky was covered in thick, grey clouds, you could not help but feel absolutely blissful. Maybe you could bring a photo album tonight, show Gerard some old pictures, and make him talk more about his past, about the adventures he had experienced. Or you could just cuddle, wrapped into each other’s embrace. No matter what you would decide to do, there would be plenty of time to do whatever you could think of.