My Blood Tells No Lies 11.v2
Tittle: My Blood Tells No Lies
Rating: R-NC17
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
POV: Gerard/third
Disclaimer: In no way does this pertain to anyone sharing the names of said characters. This is all make-believe; should someone believe otherwise they've obviously gone crazy.
Summary: In an alternate world where a form of vampire terrorizes the world, one has to figure out just what's really important to them. The people they love or their own survival.
Beta: not0_fuckin_kay
AN: Here is the rewrite of chapter 11. If you are curious as to why I've started rewriting than go here for more details. The short version is that I felt it was rushed and there were more things I thought could be added. I hope everyone likes this version as much as the old one.
Warnings: Adult language, Sexual themes, Violence, Gore, Torture, and Slash.
01-02-03-04-05-06-07-08-09-10
His gut hurts from the hunger that he’s almost drowning in. It is a desperate hunger, taking over his entire being. It is his only thought.
Feed. . .
Gerard wakes in the middle of the night sweating and shaking from a dream that he can’t remember. Frank mumbles and turns over to look at him with drowsy eyes and messy hair.
“G?” he asks, shifting a little closer and throwing an arm over Gerard’s heaving chest. “You ok?”
Gerard is tempted to say 'no' but doesn't want to worry Frank. "Just a strange dream."
Frank mumbles as he tucks his body against Gerard’s and nuzzles his face into Gerard’s neck. “Mm, ok.” And he’s back to sleep in seconds, leaving the other man to calm himself down in the darkness of the room.
The sun is shining through the small window of their room hours later. Frank is gone, and Gerard is left to wonder when he fell back to sleep. He gets up and heads to the pile of clean cloths, he reminds himself to thank Frank later for doing the wash.
He changes in silence, thinking of all the things he still needs to do before they have to leave for the burial site tomorrow. A knock on the door has him looking up from tying his boots.
“Yeah?” he asks when nothing is said after the fist knock.
“Gerard, are you busy?” It’s Patrick on the other side, and Gerard is half tempted to say that he is indeed busy. It’s the truth, but doesn’t since he can guess that Patrick is here to talk about the hunt, that is happening later that night.
“No. Come on in.” He offers, and goes back to tying his boots up. He doesn’t look up when the door opens and Patrick enters. “What can I do for you?” Gerard asks, finally looking up at Patrick and offering the only chair in the room.
“Pete told me, to inform you that the party needs to be ready by nightfall.” Patrick takes a seat while speaking, “He’ll be up and ready quickly, and wants to make the most of nightfall. He knows that your group wants to make that trip up North, before heading to Bert’s.”
Gerard nods and can’t help but be impressed that Pete was being so generous. “Thanks, I’ll make sure I let everyone know.”
Patrick smiles, and gets up from the chair. He pauses at the door and looks back at Gerard over his shoulder. “Can you let Frank know that I want to talk to him before the hunt?” The smile is gone and a serious look is replaced with Patrick’s request.
Gerard frowns, wondering what Patrick wants to talk about with Frank. He doesn’t dare ask, since there are things that Frank only talks about with Patrick, and doesn’t want Gerard to know about. “Um, sure I’ll let him know when I see him.”
“Thanks.” The smile is back and Patrick is walking out the door. He’s almost gone before he announces that he’s off to bed.
After Patrick is gone, Gerard gets up from his seat on the bed. There are things to get done, before he takes his nap. He briefly wonders again on just what it is that Patrick wants to talk to Frank about. It’s as he is leaving his room and notices Bob and Ray, farther down the narrow hall, that he forgets all about it.
Bob and Ray both smile when they notice him walking toward them. Gerard smiles and waves, “Ready?” he asks once he’s closer. Both nod and then they’re off, heading for the market.
They’re leaving the small lodge they’re renting rooms from when Ray asks, “What’s with the long face, G?” Surprised, Gerard stops to look at Ray. The other man must have noticed his questioning look when he clarifies, “It’s just that you’re frowning, is there something your worried about?”
Bob is looking between the two, a frown now on his face as well. Gerard nearly sighs but figures this is the perfect time to mention the planned hunt. “No, I’m not worried about anything. Just thinking of what we need to get ready, for the hunt Pete invited us on.”
Ray looks confused but soon his face lights up in realization, "Oh, that's right. We're splitting the reward with Pete and his gang." Gerard nods and motions them to follow him.
"Patrick told me to be ready by sun down, Pete doesn’t want to waste any of the night," Gerard informs, his attention mostly on moving through the growing crowd.
"I can understand that, seeing as Pete can only really function when it's dark out," Ray says from beside Gerard, helping push people out of the way. The fort's small market is a few feet away, dirty and swarming with way too many people. Gerard was not looking forward to fighting the masses for the needed supplies.
Bob must have been thinking the same thing, because he's groaning just behind Gerard and mumbling, "Is every one and their mothers shopping today?"
Gerard snorts in amusement before motioning them into the swarm, "Come on guys, we've got a long day ahead."
Three and a half hours later Gerard, Ray, and Bob leave the almost deserted market. They weren't able to get everything they had wanted to. It was easy enough to get the ammo for their weapons, along with enough food and water to last them the next few days. No, what really bothered Gerard was that the serum was so expensive here. They were only able to buy two of the little blue vials. Ray tried to argue for two more, but the merchant would not lower the price.
In the end they were going into a dangerous hunt with only four vials. It was asking for death or infection. Bob was glaring in the direction of the merchant's booth, as they left to meet up with Mikey and Frank; who had apparently spent the morning checking the gear.
The sun was beating down on their backs from it's place high in the sky, as they moved to the cluster of little aspens that Mikey had claimed as theirs for their short stay. And sure enough, Mikey and Frank were sitting at the roots of the small white trees, laughing and joking with one another.
Gerard felt a smile spread across his lips at the sight of the two most important people to him enjoying themselves after all the recent hardship the group had to deal with. Ray is the one that shouts out their greeting and Bob gets the pleasure of ranting about the serum. Gerard rolls his eyes at Mikey's shout of shock and anger. Frank just sits there, a frown on his face. His hazel eyes rest on Gerard for a moment before looking back at Mikey who is now throwing a fit.
"Hey!" Gerard calls out, getting annoyed at the ranting, "it's only for tonight, we'll be able to get more tomorrow, so chill, ok?" Mikey glares at him for a moment before nodding, Bob folds his arms over his chest; not pacified at all.
"Gerard's right," Frank pipes up, hoping to cool Bob's famous temper, "you'll be hunting with Pete and the others, they won't let anything happen and then with the reward money we can get more. We were planning on doing that anyway."
Bob rolls his eyes and grunts, "Whatever," before sitting down next to Ray, who is dividing lunch up into equal amounts of apples and turkey sandwiches.
Frank merely sighs and shrugs at Gerard, gesturing that he tried his best, before patting the spot next to him, inviting Gerard to sit next to him while they eat lunch.
His earlier smile returns as he goes to sit next to Frank. Gerard feels his stomach flip when his smile is returned with on of Frank's. And as they sit there joking and pretending that everything is really okay, Gerard can believe if only for a short while, that he can forget the dream he had and the feeling that something terrible is going to happen.
Later he and Frank walk hand and hand back to their small room, and lay down to take their nap. It takes Gerard a few minutes to relax enough; even with Frank in his arms, to close his eyes and fall into a light sleep.
Blood was everywhere! It was on his hands, cloths and he could feel it in his mouth; the warmth and stickiness of it coating his teeth and tongue with it's coppery taste. The cement floor was smeared with bright and dark reds, clotting in pools that he wanted to bend down to, to lap it up, to lick the last of it from the dirty floor, to devour what he had missed the first time . . .
Again Gerard is startled awake, heart pumping and a demanding hunger that scares him to his core. Luckily he does not wake Frank this time, as the man is still curled around Gerard, snoring lightly, the sweat of sleep and shared body heat making his hair damp and sticky. Gerard pulls in sharp breaths, trying to calm himself. The dread is growing and he can't figure out why.
Scared and confused, Gerard wraps his arms around Frank and pulls him tight to his chest and ignores the urge to scream in panic. He tries to ignore the growing fear that is festering in his belly and just tries to let the smell of Frank calm him. It works only so much.
The sun is almost set and Gerard remembers Patrick had wanted to talk to Frank about something. Gerard is sure that Patrick is awake and waiting for Frank, and Gerard feels a little guilty for not remembering sooner. So he takes a moment from getting ready, to sit on the bed next to Frank, who had been watching Gerard prepare for the hunt.
"Patrick asked me earlier to let you know that he wants to talk to you before we leave tonight," Gerard says, taking the time to read Frank's reaction.
Frank doesn't do much more than frown in confusion, "Did he say what he wanted to talk to me about?"
Gerard shakes his head, “No he didn’t, just that he wanted to talk, didn’t say anything else.”
“Huh,” Frank huffs, obviously confused as to what Patrick would want to talk to him about, “guess I should go see what he wants,” his hands go up into his hair and tugs for a moment, Gerard is startled when he notices that Frank’s hair is shorter than what he remembers.
'When did it get cut?' Gerard wonders to himself, watching short calloused fingers tug and straighten thick dark locks. He pushes it aside for another time and instead gives his attention to the kiss that Frank is pressing to his lips.
Frank mumbles, "Just incase we can’t say goodbye before you leave," he pauses to kiss Gerard's cheek, "we'll see each other again in the morning." And then he's getting up from the bed, one of the hands that Gerard watched so intently before run's through his own hair; smoothing it back in a caring and soft manner and then Frank is leaving, walking out the door with a regretful smile and small wave, "Love you."
Gerard stays silent and has to fight down the need to run after Frank and beg that they go back to bed, that they forget about Patrick and the hunt. But he doesn’t, instead he gets up and finishes dressing. He pays no heed to the feeling in his gut that tells him this will be one of the last times that he’ll have with Frank, because it’s all in his head. Or so he makes himself believe.
continued . . .
Rating: R-NC17
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
POV: Gerard/third
Disclaimer: In no way does this pertain to anyone sharing the names of said characters. This is all make-believe; should someone believe otherwise they've obviously gone crazy.
Summary: In an alternate world where a form of vampire terrorizes the world, one has to figure out just what's really important to them. The people they love or their own survival.
Beta: not0_fuckin_kay
AN: Here is the rewrite of chapter 11. If you are curious as to why I've started rewriting than go here for more details. The short version is that I felt it was rushed and there were more things I thought could be added. I hope everyone likes this version as much as the old one.
Warnings: Adult language, Sexual themes, Violence, Gore, Torture, and Slash.
01-02-03-04-05-06-07-08-09-10
His gut hurts from the hunger that he’s almost drowning in. It is a desperate hunger, taking over his entire being. It is his only thought.
Feed. . .
Gerard wakes in the middle of the night sweating and shaking from a dream that he can’t remember. Frank mumbles and turns over to look at him with drowsy eyes and messy hair.
“G?” he asks, shifting a little closer and throwing an arm over Gerard’s heaving chest. “You ok?”
Gerard is tempted to say 'no' but doesn't want to worry Frank. "Just a strange dream."
Frank mumbles as he tucks his body against Gerard’s and nuzzles his face into Gerard’s neck. “Mm, ok.” And he’s back to sleep in seconds, leaving the other man to calm himself down in the darkness of the room.
The sun is shining through the small window of their room hours later. Frank is gone, and Gerard is left to wonder when he fell back to sleep. He gets up and heads to the pile of clean cloths, he reminds himself to thank Frank later for doing the wash.
He changes in silence, thinking of all the things he still needs to do before they have to leave for the burial site tomorrow. A knock on the door has him looking up from tying his boots.
“Yeah?” he asks when nothing is said after the fist knock.
“Gerard, are you busy?” It’s Patrick on the other side, and Gerard is half tempted to say that he is indeed busy. It’s the truth, but doesn’t since he can guess that Patrick is here to talk about the hunt, that is happening later that night.
“No. Come on in.” He offers, and goes back to tying his boots up. He doesn’t look up when the door opens and Patrick enters. “What can I do for you?” Gerard asks, finally looking up at Patrick and offering the only chair in the room.
“Pete told me, to inform you that the party needs to be ready by nightfall.” Patrick takes a seat while speaking, “He’ll be up and ready quickly, and wants to make the most of nightfall. He knows that your group wants to make that trip up North, before heading to Bert’s.”
Gerard nods and can’t help but be impressed that Pete was being so generous. “Thanks, I’ll make sure I let everyone know.”
Patrick smiles, and gets up from the chair. He pauses at the door and looks back at Gerard over his shoulder. “Can you let Frank know that I want to talk to him before the hunt?” The smile is gone and a serious look is replaced with Patrick’s request.
Gerard frowns, wondering what Patrick wants to talk about with Frank. He doesn’t dare ask, since there are things that Frank only talks about with Patrick, and doesn’t want Gerard to know about. “Um, sure I’ll let him know when I see him.”
“Thanks.” The smile is back and Patrick is walking out the door. He’s almost gone before he announces that he’s off to bed.
After Patrick is gone, Gerard gets up from his seat on the bed. There are things to get done, before he takes his nap. He briefly wonders again on just what it is that Patrick wants to talk to Frank about. It’s as he is leaving his room and notices Bob and Ray, farther down the narrow hall, that he forgets all about it.
Bob and Ray both smile when they notice him walking toward them. Gerard smiles and waves, “Ready?” he asks once he’s closer. Both nod and then they’re off, heading for the market.
They’re leaving the small lodge they’re renting rooms from when Ray asks, “What’s with the long face, G?” Surprised, Gerard stops to look at Ray. The other man must have noticed his questioning look when he clarifies, “It’s just that you’re frowning, is there something your worried about?”
Bob is looking between the two, a frown now on his face as well. Gerard nearly sighs but figures this is the perfect time to mention the planned hunt. “No, I’m not worried about anything. Just thinking of what we need to get ready, for the hunt Pete invited us on.”
Ray looks confused but soon his face lights up in realization, "Oh, that's right. We're splitting the reward with Pete and his gang." Gerard nods and motions them to follow him.
"Patrick told me to be ready by sun down, Pete doesn’t want to waste any of the night," Gerard informs, his attention mostly on moving through the growing crowd.
"I can understand that, seeing as Pete can only really function when it's dark out," Ray says from beside Gerard, helping push people out of the way. The fort's small market is a few feet away, dirty and swarming with way too many people. Gerard was not looking forward to fighting the masses for the needed supplies.
Bob must have been thinking the same thing, because he's groaning just behind Gerard and mumbling, "Is every one and their mothers shopping today?"
Gerard snorts in amusement before motioning them into the swarm, "Come on guys, we've got a long day ahead."
Three and a half hours later Gerard, Ray, and Bob leave the almost deserted market. They weren't able to get everything they had wanted to. It was easy enough to get the ammo for their weapons, along with enough food and water to last them the next few days. No, what really bothered Gerard was that the serum was so expensive here. They were only able to buy two of the little blue vials. Ray tried to argue for two more, but the merchant would not lower the price.
In the end they were going into a dangerous hunt with only four vials. It was asking for death or infection. Bob was glaring in the direction of the merchant's booth, as they left to meet up with Mikey and Frank; who had apparently spent the morning checking the gear.
The sun was beating down on their backs from it's place high in the sky, as they moved to the cluster of little aspens that Mikey had claimed as theirs for their short stay. And sure enough, Mikey and Frank were sitting at the roots of the small white trees, laughing and joking with one another.
Gerard felt a smile spread across his lips at the sight of the two most important people to him enjoying themselves after all the recent hardship the group had to deal with. Ray is the one that shouts out their greeting and Bob gets the pleasure of ranting about the serum. Gerard rolls his eyes at Mikey's shout of shock and anger. Frank just sits there, a frown on his face. His hazel eyes rest on Gerard for a moment before looking back at Mikey who is now throwing a fit.
"Hey!" Gerard calls out, getting annoyed at the ranting, "it's only for tonight, we'll be able to get more tomorrow, so chill, ok?" Mikey glares at him for a moment before nodding, Bob folds his arms over his chest; not pacified at all.
"Gerard's right," Frank pipes up, hoping to cool Bob's famous temper, "you'll be hunting with Pete and the others, they won't let anything happen and then with the reward money we can get more. We were planning on doing that anyway."
Bob rolls his eyes and grunts, "Whatever," before sitting down next to Ray, who is dividing lunch up into equal amounts of apples and turkey sandwiches.
Frank merely sighs and shrugs at Gerard, gesturing that he tried his best, before patting the spot next to him, inviting Gerard to sit next to him while they eat lunch.
His earlier smile returns as he goes to sit next to Frank. Gerard feels his stomach flip when his smile is returned with on of Frank's. And as they sit there joking and pretending that everything is really okay, Gerard can believe if only for a short while, that he can forget the dream he had and the feeling that something terrible is going to happen.
Later he and Frank walk hand and hand back to their small room, and lay down to take their nap. It takes Gerard a few minutes to relax enough; even with Frank in his arms, to close his eyes and fall into a light sleep.
Blood was everywhere! It was on his hands, cloths and he could feel it in his mouth; the warmth and stickiness of it coating his teeth and tongue with it's coppery taste. The cement floor was smeared with bright and dark reds, clotting in pools that he wanted to bend down to, to lap it up, to lick the last of it from the dirty floor, to devour what he had missed the first time . . .
Again Gerard is startled awake, heart pumping and a demanding hunger that scares him to his core. Luckily he does not wake Frank this time, as the man is still curled around Gerard, snoring lightly, the sweat of sleep and shared body heat making his hair damp and sticky. Gerard pulls in sharp breaths, trying to calm himself. The dread is growing and he can't figure out why.
Scared and confused, Gerard wraps his arms around Frank and pulls him tight to his chest and ignores the urge to scream in panic. He tries to ignore the growing fear that is festering in his belly and just tries to let the smell of Frank calm him. It works only so much.
The sun is almost set and Gerard remembers Patrick had wanted to talk to Frank about something. Gerard is sure that Patrick is awake and waiting for Frank, and Gerard feels a little guilty for not remembering sooner. So he takes a moment from getting ready, to sit on the bed next to Frank, who had been watching Gerard prepare for the hunt.
"Patrick asked me earlier to let you know that he wants to talk to you before we leave tonight," Gerard says, taking the time to read Frank's reaction.
Frank doesn't do much more than frown in confusion, "Did he say what he wanted to talk to me about?"
Gerard shakes his head, “No he didn’t, just that he wanted to talk, didn’t say anything else.”
“Huh,” Frank huffs, obviously confused as to what Patrick would want to talk to him about, “guess I should go see what he wants,” his hands go up into his hair and tugs for a moment, Gerard is startled when he notices that Frank’s hair is shorter than what he remembers.
'When did it get cut?' Gerard wonders to himself, watching short calloused fingers tug and straighten thick dark locks. He pushes it aside for another time and instead gives his attention to the kiss that Frank is pressing to his lips.
Frank mumbles, "Just incase we can’t say goodbye before you leave," he pauses to kiss Gerard's cheek, "we'll see each other again in the morning." And then he's getting up from the bed, one of the hands that Gerard watched so intently before run's through his own hair; smoothing it back in a caring and soft manner and then Frank is leaving, walking out the door with a regretful smile and small wave, "Love you."
Gerard stays silent and has to fight down the need to run after Frank and beg that they go back to bed, that they forget about Patrick and the hunt. But he doesn’t, instead he gets up and finishes dressing. He pays no heed to the feeling in his gut that tells him this will be one of the last times that he’ll have with Frank, because it’s all in his head. Or so he makes himself believe.
continued . . .