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I'll Never Let Them Hurt You
I've Made A Mistake
Gerard
The human continued to convulse on the bed in apparent agony. It was very confusing. I only fucking bit him, god. He continued to scream loudly, and it was beginning to get on my nerves.
"Shut up!" I yelled at him, turning him over to hopefully find out why he wasn't listening. What I saw made me blink my eyes furiously and take another nervous step back.
His skin had paled even further and his eyes had brightened, his cheeks were now lacking any colour, the blush that had crept onto them. His face was still contorted in pain, but he looked and sounded, different.
His scent had changed too. Instead of being a foul, human stench. He seemed to smell more sweet and more like a...
"Oh shit." I said, taking yet another step back away from the writhing boy. But there was no doubting it. The boy was fertile.
He had obviously been wearing a glamour and any vampire knows that as soon as a dom bites some one wearing a glamour during or just after sex, it destroys it. It short, I had just tortured a fertile.
Fuck.
He suddenly stopped screaming, and his body seemed to relax into the bed, finally free from the pain of the glamour leaving him, and revealing his true form.
I decided to take a tentative step forwards, and slid onto the bed. "F-frank?" I murmured softly , a slight stutter noticeable. I, Gerard Way, never stutter.
His eyes opened a little more, revealing bright hazel eyes, that were rimmed red from tears. He saw me looking at him, and flinched away from me, trying to scuttle towards the other side of the bed. He got halfway before the handcuff caught his wrist, the metal cutting his wrist, causing him to yelp.
I leaned forward quickly, and undid the handcuff carefully, watching as his hand limping fell to the bed. As soon as he was free, he slid off the side of the bed and made a hurried dash to the window, which was open, curtains blowing in the strong Jersey wind. However before he had even taken a step, his legs buckled from underneath him, and he crashed to the floor, knocking his head harshly against the marble of my tiled room.
Within a second, I had scooped him up, and laid him down carefully on the mattress, making sure to put him on the side that wasn't stained with his blood. I eyed the crimson liquid carefully, cringing to think what I had done to the beautiful fertile that lay, dazed before me.
I slumped to the floor and the tears broke the banks of my eyes. For the first time since I was a child, I cried. I cried for the fertile that lay there, broken, scarred and used
What have I done?
The human continued to convulse on the bed in apparent agony. It was very confusing. I only fucking bit him, god. He continued to scream loudly, and it was beginning to get on my nerves.
"Shut up!" I yelled at him, turning him over to hopefully find out why he wasn't listening. What I saw made me blink my eyes furiously and take another nervous step back.
His skin had paled even further and his eyes had brightened, his cheeks were now lacking any colour, the blush that had crept onto them. His face was still contorted in pain, but he looked and sounded, different.
His scent had changed too. Instead of being a foul, human stench. He seemed to smell more sweet and more like a...
"Oh shit." I said, taking yet another step back away from the writhing boy. But there was no doubting it. The boy was fertile.
He had obviously been wearing a glamour and any vampire knows that as soon as a dom bites some one wearing a glamour during or just after sex, it destroys it. It short, I had just tortured a fertile.
Fuck.
He suddenly stopped screaming, and his body seemed to relax into the bed, finally free from the pain of the glamour leaving him, and revealing his true form.
I decided to take a tentative step forwards, and slid onto the bed. "F-frank?" I murmured softly , a slight stutter noticeable. I, Gerard Way, never stutter.
His eyes opened a little more, revealing bright hazel eyes, that were rimmed red from tears. He saw me looking at him, and flinched away from me, trying to scuttle towards the other side of the bed. He got halfway before the handcuff caught his wrist, the metal cutting his wrist, causing him to yelp.
I leaned forward quickly, and undid the handcuff carefully, watching as his hand limping fell to the bed. As soon as he was free, he slid off the side of the bed and made a hurried dash to the window, which was open, curtains blowing in the strong Jersey wind. However before he had even taken a step, his legs buckled from underneath him, and he crashed to the floor, knocking his head harshly against the marble of my tiled room.
Within a second, I had scooped him up, and laid him down carefully on the mattress, making sure to put him on the side that wasn't stained with his blood. I eyed the crimson liquid carefully, cringing to think what I had done to the beautiful fertile that lay, dazed before me.
I slumped to the floor and the tears broke the banks of my eyes. For the first time since I was a child, I cried. I cried for the fertile that lay there, broken, scarred and used
What have I done?
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