My Vampire Romance
My Vampire Romance, Chapter 12
Pairing: Bee&Gee
Rated: NC-17, mostly
A/N: Sorry sorry sorry for the lonnng updates. I really won't abandon this story, I swear it. My muse for this pairing though... UGH where is it? I love them so, but there's nothing! =[
The next morning Gerard and I had barely any time to enjoy each other. I had a set to do at 11 in the morning and I begrudgingly told Jepha that I would take the time to have breakfast with my band beforehand. I kissed Gerard feverishly and told him I would see him at his set later that night. I noticed his eyes were even less brilliant than before, and I felt the prick of guilt at the sight. He shook his head, assuring me that he was fine, and not to worry.
I stepped off his bus, my eyes adjusting to the sun while I glanced around. It was hotter than a motherfucker outside, and I wasn’t happy about it. When I pulled the door open to my bus I was greeted with the smell of bacon and Quinn’s back while he cooked it. He turned, smiling at me knowingly.
“Hey! Look who’s back!” He teased. “What? Finally tired of making out with Gerard or what?” He laughed at the expression on my face.
I shook my head. “Not even close. I said I’d hang out and I am.” I sat down as he arranged a plate of food for me. I mumbled a thank you before stuffing my face.
Jepha was still scowling at me, I noticed. I sighed in irritation while swallowing some coffee. “Why are you being like this?” I asked, throwing a glare right back at him.
He shook his head, a slight sarcastic expression fleeting his face. “I don’t know what you mean.” He took a sip of his tea. “It could be that I haven’t spent more than 5 minutes with my best friend since he met some fucking guy.” I narrowed my eyes at him, but he continued despite the death glare. “Or it could be that my best friend is fist fighting other guys for his attention..”
“Hey! That’s not what happened at all, I told you that he-” I yelled, getting cut off by him again.
“-OR it could be that Adam showed up here again last night, looking for you. He looked pissed, man. I guess that knock on the head didn’t quite make him forget after all.”
I felt my face go white, anything else I wanted to say to him died on my lips. “H-he was here?” I stuttered.
He rolled his eyes. “We don’t need this drama. It makes us look like shit to the other bands. Don’t you know that?” He went on, but I couldn’t listen. Adam was here for me. Again. Looking pissed. Again. What did that mean? Gerard had wiped his memory of Moravians. He said there was no way he would remember unless he had some way of learning it all again. Shit shit shit.
I stood up, my legs wobbling. “I have to go, sorry guys.”
Jepha looked outraged. “No! You aren’t going anywhere. We have a set in 45 minutes!” He wailed.
“I’ll be there, don’t fucking worry!” I yelled, running off the bus. I ran around the fence heading towards Gerard’s bus when I was struck hard with something in the back of my head. The shock brought me to my knees, before another blow knocked me out cold.
I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to I couldn’t fathom the pain my head was in. I moaned, trying to bring my hands to rub the back of my head but they were tied behind me. I turned my head, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I was in a cellar it seemed. It smelled musty, and the walls were made of dirt and concrete. There was a light bulb hanging from a wire directly above me, but nothing else around to give me an idea of where I was. My vision blurred from the pounding headache I had. I realized I was tied to a table, the rope cutting my wrists and ankles miserably. I felt the tears leak from my eyes as I remembered what Jepha had told me.
Adam. He was the only one that would do this. I writhed on the table, trying my damnedest to break the restraints. There was no use, I was only cutting myself. My already damaged wrist throbbed and I felt warm dripping down my fingers. I was bleeding.
I heard him laughing before I saw him. He walked over to me lightly, a huge, accomplished smile gracing his horrible face. “Hello again Bert.” He cooed happily. He was gripping a garbage bag and I didn’t even want to think about what he was going to do.
I turned my face from him. “Why are you so fucking determined to get Gerard? What has he done?” I asked, my voice breaking.
Adam laughed again. “He’s a vampire!” He yelled, gripping the garbage bag tighter. “He wiped my memory of him, but he must be stupid to think I didn’t plan for that.” He leaned over me, glaring into my face. “You..” He seethed. “You did this to me, didn’t you?” He whispered, pointing at his bandaged head.
I smiled as happily as I could at him. “You fuckin bet.” I winked.
His face struggled to remain composed. “It’s fine. I was going to make this quick on both of you, but now you’ve pissed me off.” He gripped my face hard, pulling it so I had to look at him. “I’m going to take him away from you.” He nodded.
I laughed. “How? He’s stronger than you. He’ll realize I’m missing and come looking for me. With his brother, no doubt. You’re wasting your time. He won’t erase your memory after this. He’ll kill you.” I tried my best to sound intimidating, but it was hard when he was smiling the way he was.
He stood in front of me pulling the garbage bag open. “I figured that.” He shrugged. “So, I’ll get your monster out of the way first. His brother will be dealt with later.” When I saw the contents of the bag I nearly puked. The stake. The one I pulled from Gerard’s chest. He went through our trash and found it. The fucking thing was still covered in Gerard’s caked up blood and I shuddered at the memory.
He was going to kill me with the stake he used on Gerard?
He laughed again at the confusion and disgust on my face. He set the stake down next to me, and walked out of my line of vision. I could hear him running water and rustling something though. “He’s not a monster you know. He’s never killed a person in his whole life! That’s 500 years!” I tried desperately to dissuade him but he still snorted.
“So he tells you. You would believe him? A demon? He shouldn’t exist!” I heard him slam something and I flinched, my head still pounding in protest. “How can you be next to him the way you are?” He snarled, bringing a bucket of water over to the table with me. “How can you let him feed on your lifeblood while his own existence is tied to Satan himself!?” His eyes were glazed with the vision he had of Moravians. He was crazy.
“He is not tied to Satan.” I whispered. “It’s easy for me to share myself with him. Because I love him.” I said simply.
He snorted again, putting some of the hot water in a smaller cup. “He’s put a spell on you. They choose their Beloved and you never had a choice!”
I shook my head, my vision dimming again. “You have it all wrong. I heard him first! Before he even figured out that I could!” I was pulling strings and I knew it.
He laughed again. “He wants you to think that. Demons are clever!” He picked up Gerard’s stake and stirred the hot water he poured into the cup. I noticed the water turned a slight pink. I gagged and looked somewhere else. Why clean it off first? What difference did it make?
It was then that it occurred to me, that I should try reaching out to his mind. I wondered if it would work from how far away I was. I closed my eyes and focused hard, thinking of Gerard and his mind being a book. There was a slight tingle, and I heard him briefly. Almost like when you pass over a radio station quickly. I focused harder, my head thumping in protest. Bert? Where are you? I heard his voice echo frantically.
I focused hard on my surroundings and on Adam. I knew he wouldn’t get much from what I was seeing, but it was worth a try. Adam narrowed his eyes on my face. “You’re doing it right now aren’t you? I’m not far away enough!” I lost my focus as he slapped me, my head whipping quickly against the table. I moaned miserably, forgetting how to open the book again.
He grabbed my jaw, unhinging it easily. “It only takes a bit!” He smiled, pouring the pink blood-water down my throat. I choked and sputtered, trying not to swallow but failing miserably. It was then that I felt it. My soul reaching out and merging with Gerard. I could feel him inside me, and I could feel inside him at the same time. I gasped as I felt his darkness fill with light.
My light. My soul.
We were bound forever. He told me it wouldn’t take a gallon of his blood to complete the steps to joining, but I never thought it would happen like this.
The realization dawned on me that he could not drink from anyone else now, not even a blood bag. It would no longer fill the void his hunger caused. I gasped for air as he continued pouring the pink liquid down my throat. He didn’t realize that he had already succeeded. If I couldn’t get back to Gerard, he would die.
“No! This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen!” I wailed, squeezing my eyes shut. Despite being completely scared and upset, I felt whole. I wished he was here so I could see him. I wanted to touch his mind and find light instead of darkness. I cried harder realizing I may never see it.
The entire time I cried Adam giggled, setting a small fire to burn the remains of Gerard’s blood. He turned to me, still smiling. “Now, we wait! He’ll never find you here. It’s just a matter of time before he’s gone. I really must be going now though, so sorry to leave you like this.” He laughed again. “Once he’s dead you’ll be mortal again. I don’t have any reason to kill you, seeing as how you are innocent. However, Michael might be after me, so I must come up with a game plan. Pleasure knowing you. Sorry it turned out like this.” Tears spilled down my face as I watched him turn out the light. I sat in the pitch black basement for hours after I heard him retreat. After my sobs subsided I realized this was my chance.
I pulled harder than ever on my restrains realizing then that it didn’t hurt as badly as it had before. I paused thinking over my injuries and noticed my head didn’t hurt anymore either. Pulling my bottom lip in my mouth I discovered it wasn’t scabbed anymore either. Gerard. He had told me that a Beloved heals faster than a normal person. I had a chance, now.
I pulled harder, feeling the rope sink into my skin painfully. I felt it give the tiniest bit, but also felt warm dripping down my hand again. I would wait for my injuries to heal and try again. It was a matter of minutes when I realized it didn’t hurt anymore, so I pulled fiercely, the rope squeaking in protest, but still nothing major. I needed to do better than this, I needed to get out of here. How did this happen! You are my Beloved? His voice echoed in my head uncertainly. I cried at hearing it again. Yes! Yes I thought, he left, and I’m trying to get out of this basement so he wouldn’t die of hunger.
He left? He will wish he’d never been born. When I find him I will kill him. There is no doubt. I wish I knew where you were. I will find you. His voice was so smooth and determined that I cried again. Was there a distance limit on this Vulcan Mind Meld thing?
There is no distance now Bert. It doesn’t change that I can’t see a thing through your mind. Why is that? I cried harder, thinking of him turning off the light as he left. All I heard was a low growl from him in response. I was panicking and I knew it. I had to get out of here.
I wiggled until most of my body was more towards the right side of the table. My arms were wrapped around the tiny table top, tied underneath the table. My legs however, were tied down with rope wrapped around each table leg, and then wrapped around each ankle. I knew what I had to do.
I threw my body weight the best I could to the left side, then the right, then the left. The table wobbled slightly each way, more and more each time I swayed. I grunted with the effort, sweat pouring down my face. Bert what the hell is going on? He voice sounded desperate, and it urged me more to get back to him. With one last grunt the table tipped, hitting the cement basement floor with a resounding clank. Apparently the table weighed a lot, because I heard my left arm snap, pinned under the table. The pain sparked and made my scream, loud and long. I sobbed, pressing my face against the cool floor, willing myself to relax.
My mind was open to Gerard’s the whole time. I tried to remain calm and think about what I just did, so he could see it too. It won’t heal if you keep pulling it, give yourself time and it will heal. His voice was soothing, and the next thing I knew my eyes fluttered shut.
Pairing: Bee&Gee
Rated: NC-17, mostly
A/N: Sorry sorry sorry for the lonnng updates. I really won't abandon this story, I swear it. My muse for this pairing though... UGH where is it? I love them so, but there's nothing! =[
The next morning Gerard and I had barely any time to enjoy each other. I had a set to do at 11 in the morning and I begrudgingly told Jepha that I would take the time to have breakfast with my band beforehand. I kissed Gerard feverishly and told him I would see him at his set later that night. I noticed his eyes were even less brilliant than before, and I felt the prick of guilt at the sight. He shook his head, assuring me that he was fine, and not to worry.
I stepped off his bus, my eyes adjusting to the sun while I glanced around. It was hotter than a motherfucker outside, and I wasn’t happy about it. When I pulled the door open to my bus I was greeted with the smell of bacon and Quinn’s back while he cooked it. He turned, smiling at me knowingly.
“Hey! Look who’s back!” He teased. “What? Finally tired of making out with Gerard or what?” He laughed at the expression on my face.
I shook my head. “Not even close. I said I’d hang out and I am.” I sat down as he arranged a plate of food for me. I mumbled a thank you before stuffing my face.
Jepha was still scowling at me, I noticed. I sighed in irritation while swallowing some coffee. “Why are you being like this?” I asked, throwing a glare right back at him.
He shook his head, a slight sarcastic expression fleeting his face. “I don’t know what you mean.” He took a sip of his tea. “It could be that I haven’t spent more than 5 minutes with my best friend since he met some fucking guy.” I narrowed my eyes at him, but he continued despite the death glare. “Or it could be that my best friend is fist fighting other guys for his attention..”
“Hey! That’s not what happened at all, I told you that he-” I yelled, getting cut off by him again.
“-OR it could be that Adam showed up here again last night, looking for you. He looked pissed, man. I guess that knock on the head didn’t quite make him forget after all.”
I felt my face go white, anything else I wanted to say to him died on my lips. “H-he was here?” I stuttered.
He rolled his eyes. “We don’t need this drama. It makes us look like shit to the other bands. Don’t you know that?” He went on, but I couldn’t listen. Adam was here for me. Again. Looking pissed. Again. What did that mean? Gerard had wiped his memory of Moravians. He said there was no way he would remember unless he had some way of learning it all again. Shit shit shit.
I stood up, my legs wobbling. “I have to go, sorry guys.”
Jepha looked outraged. “No! You aren’t going anywhere. We have a set in 45 minutes!” He wailed.
“I’ll be there, don’t fucking worry!” I yelled, running off the bus. I ran around the fence heading towards Gerard’s bus when I was struck hard with something in the back of my head. The shock brought me to my knees, before another blow knocked me out cold.
I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to I couldn’t fathom the pain my head was in. I moaned, trying to bring my hands to rub the back of my head but they were tied behind me. I turned my head, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I was in a cellar it seemed. It smelled musty, and the walls were made of dirt and concrete. There was a light bulb hanging from a wire directly above me, but nothing else around to give me an idea of where I was. My vision blurred from the pounding headache I had. I realized I was tied to a table, the rope cutting my wrists and ankles miserably. I felt the tears leak from my eyes as I remembered what Jepha had told me.
Adam. He was the only one that would do this. I writhed on the table, trying my damnedest to break the restraints. There was no use, I was only cutting myself. My already damaged wrist throbbed and I felt warm dripping down my fingers. I was bleeding.
I heard him laughing before I saw him. He walked over to me lightly, a huge, accomplished smile gracing his horrible face. “Hello again Bert.” He cooed happily. He was gripping a garbage bag and I didn’t even want to think about what he was going to do.
I turned my face from him. “Why are you so fucking determined to get Gerard? What has he done?” I asked, my voice breaking.
Adam laughed again. “He’s a vampire!” He yelled, gripping the garbage bag tighter. “He wiped my memory of him, but he must be stupid to think I didn’t plan for that.” He leaned over me, glaring into my face. “You..” He seethed. “You did this to me, didn’t you?” He whispered, pointing at his bandaged head.
I smiled as happily as I could at him. “You fuckin bet.” I winked.
His face struggled to remain composed. “It’s fine. I was going to make this quick on both of you, but now you’ve pissed me off.” He gripped my face hard, pulling it so I had to look at him. “I’m going to take him away from you.” He nodded.
I laughed. “How? He’s stronger than you. He’ll realize I’m missing and come looking for me. With his brother, no doubt. You’re wasting your time. He won’t erase your memory after this. He’ll kill you.” I tried my best to sound intimidating, but it was hard when he was smiling the way he was.
He stood in front of me pulling the garbage bag open. “I figured that.” He shrugged. “So, I’ll get your monster out of the way first. His brother will be dealt with later.” When I saw the contents of the bag I nearly puked. The stake. The one I pulled from Gerard’s chest. He went through our trash and found it. The fucking thing was still covered in Gerard’s caked up blood and I shuddered at the memory.
He was going to kill me with the stake he used on Gerard?
He laughed again at the confusion and disgust on my face. He set the stake down next to me, and walked out of my line of vision. I could hear him running water and rustling something though. “He’s not a monster you know. He’s never killed a person in his whole life! That’s 500 years!” I tried desperately to dissuade him but he still snorted.
“So he tells you. You would believe him? A demon? He shouldn’t exist!” I heard him slam something and I flinched, my head still pounding in protest. “How can you be next to him the way you are?” He snarled, bringing a bucket of water over to the table with me. “How can you let him feed on your lifeblood while his own existence is tied to Satan himself!?” His eyes were glazed with the vision he had of Moravians. He was crazy.
“He is not tied to Satan.” I whispered. “It’s easy for me to share myself with him. Because I love him.” I said simply.
He snorted again, putting some of the hot water in a smaller cup. “He’s put a spell on you. They choose their Beloved and you never had a choice!”
I shook my head, my vision dimming again. “You have it all wrong. I heard him first! Before he even figured out that I could!” I was pulling strings and I knew it.
He laughed again. “He wants you to think that. Demons are clever!” He picked up Gerard’s stake and stirred the hot water he poured into the cup. I noticed the water turned a slight pink. I gagged and looked somewhere else. Why clean it off first? What difference did it make?
It was then that it occurred to me, that I should try reaching out to his mind. I wondered if it would work from how far away I was. I closed my eyes and focused hard, thinking of Gerard and his mind being a book. There was a slight tingle, and I heard him briefly. Almost like when you pass over a radio station quickly. I focused harder, my head thumping in protest. Bert? Where are you? I heard his voice echo frantically.
I focused hard on my surroundings and on Adam. I knew he wouldn’t get much from what I was seeing, but it was worth a try. Adam narrowed his eyes on my face. “You’re doing it right now aren’t you? I’m not far away enough!” I lost my focus as he slapped me, my head whipping quickly against the table. I moaned miserably, forgetting how to open the book again.
He grabbed my jaw, unhinging it easily. “It only takes a bit!” He smiled, pouring the pink blood-water down my throat. I choked and sputtered, trying not to swallow but failing miserably. It was then that I felt it. My soul reaching out and merging with Gerard. I could feel him inside me, and I could feel inside him at the same time. I gasped as I felt his darkness fill with light.
My light. My soul.
We were bound forever. He told me it wouldn’t take a gallon of his blood to complete the steps to joining, but I never thought it would happen like this.
The realization dawned on me that he could not drink from anyone else now, not even a blood bag. It would no longer fill the void his hunger caused. I gasped for air as he continued pouring the pink liquid down my throat. He didn’t realize that he had already succeeded. If I couldn’t get back to Gerard, he would die.
“No! This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen!” I wailed, squeezing my eyes shut. Despite being completely scared and upset, I felt whole. I wished he was here so I could see him. I wanted to touch his mind and find light instead of darkness. I cried harder realizing I may never see it.
The entire time I cried Adam giggled, setting a small fire to burn the remains of Gerard’s blood. He turned to me, still smiling. “Now, we wait! He’ll never find you here. It’s just a matter of time before he’s gone. I really must be going now though, so sorry to leave you like this.” He laughed again. “Once he’s dead you’ll be mortal again. I don’t have any reason to kill you, seeing as how you are innocent. However, Michael might be after me, so I must come up with a game plan. Pleasure knowing you. Sorry it turned out like this.” Tears spilled down my face as I watched him turn out the light. I sat in the pitch black basement for hours after I heard him retreat. After my sobs subsided I realized this was my chance.
I pulled harder than ever on my restrains realizing then that it didn’t hurt as badly as it had before. I paused thinking over my injuries and noticed my head didn’t hurt anymore either. Pulling my bottom lip in my mouth I discovered it wasn’t scabbed anymore either. Gerard. He had told me that a Beloved heals faster than a normal person. I had a chance, now.
I pulled harder, feeling the rope sink into my skin painfully. I felt it give the tiniest bit, but also felt warm dripping down my hand again. I would wait for my injuries to heal and try again. It was a matter of minutes when I realized it didn’t hurt anymore, so I pulled fiercely, the rope squeaking in protest, but still nothing major. I needed to do better than this, I needed to get out of here. How did this happen! You are my Beloved? His voice echoed in my head uncertainly. I cried at hearing it again. Yes! Yes I thought, he left, and I’m trying to get out of this basement so he wouldn’t die of hunger.
He left? He will wish he’d never been born. When I find him I will kill him. There is no doubt. I wish I knew where you were. I will find you. His voice was so smooth and determined that I cried again. Was there a distance limit on this Vulcan Mind Meld thing?
There is no distance now Bert. It doesn’t change that I can’t see a thing through your mind. Why is that? I cried harder, thinking of him turning off the light as he left. All I heard was a low growl from him in response. I was panicking and I knew it. I had to get out of here.
I wiggled until most of my body was more towards the right side of the table. My arms were wrapped around the tiny table top, tied underneath the table. My legs however, were tied down with rope wrapped around each table leg, and then wrapped around each ankle. I knew what I had to do.
I threw my body weight the best I could to the left side, then the right, then the left. The table wobbled slightly each way, more and more each time I swayed. I grunted with the effort, sweat pouring down my face. Bert what the hell is going on? He voice sounded desperate, and it urged me more to get back to him. With one last grunt the table tipped, hitting the cement basement floor with a resounding clank. Apparently the table weighed a lot, because I heard my left arm snap, pinned under the table. The pain sparked and made my scream, loud and long. I sobbed, pressing my face against the cool floor, willing myself to relax.
My mind was open to Gerard’s the whole time. I tried to remain calm and think about what I just did, so he could see it too. It won’t heal if you keep pulling it, give yourself time and it will heal. His voice was soothing, and the next thing I knew my eyes fluttered shut.