Vampires Will Never Hurt You

We worked in silence, cleaning up the destruction Mikey had left. The elation I had felt after discovering that my mother was safe had been replaced with fear of what Gerard was thinking. His face was unreadable, but he didn't joke and play like he usually did. Instead, he shot glances towards me that let me know he had a lot on his mind. Once we had straightened up the living room as best we could, he motioned for me to come outside with him. He got into the driver's seat of my bug, so I crawled into the passenger's seat, my throat closing up in anticipation.
"We're leaving." he said, looking out of the front windshield.
"Where are we going?" I asked, wondering what all was hidden in his words.
"I didn't mean you and me. I meant the coven and I."
The gears in my mind turned slowly, still rusted from the stress of today.
"You're... leaving?" The words fell from my mouth like lead. I looked at him. He was looking at me, his eyes pleading.
"Why?" I asked, feeling tears swell in my eyes. This wasn't right. He could change me. I could come with him. "Take me with you." I whispered. Before the words had left my mouth I knew his answer.
"I'm so sorry Sugar." A tendon in his neck stuck out while his grip on my steering wheel bent it out of shape. "I can't take you with me." He looked at me as if he knew what I was thinking. "I can't change you. Being a vampire is being dead. I won't kill you."
"A life for a life!" I shouted, tears falling freely now. "I was dead before I met you, please just kill me! Kill me!" I was beating my fists against him, my throat so tight that I choked while the words 'kill me' slipped from my lips over and over again, like a chant.
He looked at me, and through my tears he looked like an angel, his face full of pity as he opened the door.
"Don't go." I croaked, "Please, don't leave me." I reached out to grab onto him, but he avoided me easily. He got out of the car and closed the door. I screamed over and over again as I watched him walk away. I tore out of the car, but by the time I looked back to where he had been he was gone.

I don't know how much time had passed, but it was dark when I pulled in front of his house. Tears still streamed down my face freely and I walked like I was in a trance. I approached his front door. I could walk in and walk right into his arms, I knew it. My heart fluttered as I turned the door and pushed. It didn't give way. My throat constricted again as I tried over and over again, but the door remained locked. I ran over to a window and peered in.
The mirrors and paintings were gone from the walls. I shook my head slowly, refusing to believe my eyes. I ran back to the door, pounding my fists against it.
"Gerard!" I cried it over and over again, my voice growing hoarse. I dug my fingernails into the wood, trying to scratch my way inside. I became blinded by my tears as slide down onto the porch, praying for unconsciousness. Slowly, it crept over me.


I woke up in total silence. My eyes slowly adjusted and I realized it was pitch black out. I could hear crickets chirping in the woods. I noticed a weight on me and sat up. A black coat slide off of me. My heart stopped. He had been here. I looked around and the darkness of the woods. He might still be here. I ran, wildly into the dark. I slowled down considerably once I reached the woods, but I tore through them nonetheless. Branches whipped across my arms and legs and face, but I just kept screaming his name. I ran until my lungs and legs burned and I wasn't able to go on. I collapsed onto my hands and knees, hyperventilating from my tears. I stayed like that until morning, where I stumbled sore and stiff back to my car.

It's been 3 years. 3 years since I've seen his grin or heard his laughter. 3 years since I failed Junior calculus. 3 years since I came home at 8 in the morning to find my mother worried sick, screaming at me, asking me where I was all night. 3 years since I took the shower that washed the last traces of his scent off my skin. After 3 years I still think about him. It doesn't hurt so much, anymore. But good Lord, when it hurt, it made sure to kill. I'm not sure where he is now. I imagine he looks exactly the same. Where ever he is though, I hope that he's happy. That's all I could ever hope for.