What You Deserve

By nighttime, I was already craving another lung-blackening cigarette. It felt like minutes were actually hours, as I sat on my bed, in my pajamas that had the lingering scent of Frank. It bothered me. Not that he smelt bad, no, it was because the scent would eventually fade, and really, none of the vampires smelt bad. I liked it better than sitting around with Zach's rose-scented sister. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing right now, and if he was even sober enough to wonder where I'd been for the past couple weeks. Figuring him, he didn't know, and was waiting for me to show up at his doorstep with a case of beer.

Actually, that sounded really good about now. I hadn't seen anyone with any here, so I'd have to assume that they didn't drink. It was kind of depressing, because that meant that I probably had to be, too. But a cigarette on the other hand... maybe I could talk Gerard into giving me one. It seemed like everyone trusted me enough not to walk out of the house, as nobody had been eying me like hawks for quite a while, and Frank wasn't in his room listening to every movement I made, so I figured it would be fine to find Gerard without an escort.

I quickly made my way out of my room, and through Frank's -- which seemed eerily silent -- then down the stairs. "Gerard?" I looked around for the black haired man, and slipped towards the living room, where I saw Ray sitting on the couch beside a girl, who seemed to be tipsy, and was hugging onto the afro-headed man's neck. With that, I could hear Ray hiss out a short line of cuss words, and pressed his lips into a fine line. "Uh-oh..." I stuttered a little, realizing how dark the vampire's eyes were, and the glare that pierced my mind. "Sorry for interrupting..." I inhaled through my teeth, as the girl turned to stare at me. After several seconds, I could almost hear something click in her mind.

"Y-You're the girl that went missing..." she pointed out, "i-it was on the news..." now I was assuming that was supposed to have remained a thought, but her eyes widened more by the second, and I felt somebody grab onto my arm, pulling me away, and into his cold chest, hiding my eyes as I heard a crippling shriek, which caused my body to tremble. The only thing that seemed to sooth me was the familiar scent that lingered on my pajamas intensified from the same scent holding onto me.

I felt him lift up my body, but my eyes were too tightly closed for me to even imagine opening them. "You're okay..." Frank's voice seemed to coo in my ear. It reminded me of being a child afraid of the dark. "Nobody's going to hurt you..." he assured.

Soon, I felt my body slipping onto a mattress, and managed to force myself to open my eyes, and take in the scenery. I was back in my room, leaning against the headboard, which was the only thing that prevented my body from laying down completely. Frank pulled my sheet up to my body, where my fingers tightly curled around them. If anything, he looked more like my parents had when I was a little kid. Luckily, he wasn't singing a lullaby. That would have been a little strange. I could feel myself shaking still, and his hand rested lightly on my head, as if he were debating whether he should pet my head or not. "W-Why -- er -- wh-what?" was all I managed out, before he gained a concerned look that implied for me to become silent.

"Don't hold it against him..." Frank murmured softly, trying to sound soothing. It was working to an extent, at least, since my shaking had calmed down a little now. "He had to in order to survive... if he hadn't, you would have been the next item on his list of people to dine with..." that didn't sooth me as much. The thought of Ray showing up, and draining my life was not a pleasant one. Then again, any of them doing so wouldn't have been so pleasant. "...Hate me if you want to, but we all have to..." he sighed. Now, he was trying to comfort me, but it wasn't working. I think this was his way to try to make me feel better, but with lack of experience in this field for a while, it seemed to lead to a failure.

I bit my lip tightly, trying to thing of my words before I opened my mouth. "Th-then... why am I st--ill here?" I couldn't help but wonder it, so why not ask?

Frank stared at me for a few minutes, percing his lips while thinking. I don't think he knew either. "Well..." he started, "Mikey and Gerard had been hunting Jakob, who found you and thought you'd be an interesting recruit. When you insulted him, he intended on just killing you, and Gerard stepped in at that time to stop it. You passed out and for some reason, they decided to bring you here. I don't exactly know why they did, but they did..." he shrugged. "I think it's due to the fact that Mikey grabbed you, so when you fell, you wouldn't crack your head open and bleed, and when he did, it would have left his scent on you... making you an easy target for them. They'd probably turn you, and then set you loose around here, which the scent would be conviniently on your clothing from Mikey. After that, all hell would break loose..." he stopped, and looked at the ceiling for a moment, noticing that his explaination hadn't fully explained why I wasn't their dinner. "You haven't been bitten because... I don't know..." he admitted finally. "I think they just didn't find it right to save you, then kill you, but I'm not possitive."

Why did I have to be their prisoner? I never wanted this. The time that it had taken Frank to explain everything to me, I had managed to stop shaking, and had my knees held tightly to my chest. A smile slowly slipped onto Frank's lips, that brought a fairly vacant look to my face. I say fairly, because I was still pretty shaken up from the girl downstairs.

"I have to admit, though, it is a little more... lively with you around," he looked over me, before moving his hand back to his side, "now go to sleep... I'll be in my room for the rest of the night in case you have a panic attack," was the end of our conversation, as the door to my bedroom closed behind him, encasing me in darkness.

My eyes were widenening, seeking any light that could filter into my room, but was only greeted from the red numbers on my clock, that seemed to laugh at my fear. Half of me wanted to hide in Frank's room for the night, to feel safe from the man, yet the other half was afraid of him too. After all, he was a vampire as well. I shivered a little. The mind plays cruel tricks when you're scared. I can feel even the slightest movements of the bed beneath me as I breath, and the darkness seemed to crawl up my legs, waiting to devour my small body.

The fear of being alone in the darkness was enough to make me think that it was a better idea to risk my life with a vampire, as I scurried out of my room, to Frank's, where the only light was a small lamp beside the side of the bed that the vampire sat. His eyes scanned over me, and his head tilted to the side slightly, "something wrong?"

I bit my lip again, and thought for a few seconds, "do you think I could sleep in here tonight?" With that, a smirk slid acrossed his face, as he lightly patted the empty side of his bed.

"Scared of bed bugs now? Seems more like you'd be afraid of me," he pointed out, as I slipped over to the empty side of the bed, and hid half of my body under the covers.

"Yeah, well my common sense doesn't always seem to like the actual safe ideas, it likes the ones where I'm sleeping next to someone that could kill me before I could take another breath, rather than let me sleep alone in a pitch black room." Something in my mind did tell me that. For some reason, in my room I felt more worried about the five vampires wandering the house, rather than if I were in a bed with just the one. Perhaps my imagination was too strong. Much so to the point that I believed that if Ray, or any of the others, went crazy Frank would protect me. Like that would happen.

I curled up under the covers, as the frozen man flicked the lightswitch, turning off the lamp, and turned to his side, so as not to face me. That was all I was aware of, before my mind slipped into the dark.