This is What We Call a Tragedy

As I came back downstairs after taking a long and much needed shower, stealing a pair of jeans from Jamia and Frank’s I am a monster shirt, Mikey was nowhere to be found.

Shit! This wasn’t good! Gerard should be here any moment, and without Mikey there to pull a wall up in my mind... Gerard could... Mikey would...

Fuck!

“Mikey?” I called into the darkness. “Mikey? Are you here?!”

Silence answered my calls. Mikey was gone.

Before I had time to think of a plan, the door burst open, and there stood Gerard. “Hello Lizzi,” he said, his voice almost serpent like.

“G-gerard,” I said with a nod, trying to have an even, strong tone, but failing as my voice faltered.

He smirked, devilishly and walked over to me, his hand snaking along the side of my neck and holding me. “She’d never know...” he muttered, seemingly to himself.

I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. “Get off me,” I spat, squirming.

“Keep in mind love, that technically, until you’re turned, I’m your leader... You don’t lead me yet. I don’t follow orders from mortals,” he laughed, pressing his lips to mine.

I slapped the side of his face as hard as I could, “You keep in mind, that I will be your leader, so if you don’t want to spend eternity locked up somewhere, get your filthy fucking hands off of me.”

A red mark was forming on his cheek now and a flicker of violence passed behind his cold hazel eyes. His grip on my neck tightened and he forcefully threw me to the floor. He then walked over to the front door and locked it before looking back over at me, “You’ve got to be the stupidest girl I’ve ever met,” he growled before picking me back up and slamming me into the wall next to the staircase. I groaned in pain as my head collided with the drywall, before feeling his hand hit my mouth. I could feel the blood leaking from my lip. “You listen to me,” he hissed. “Don’t be so quick to believe anyone, aside from myself. I have no need to lie to you, because I can simply take what I want. The rest of them are too fucking weak to attempt it. Vampires aren’t any type of keepers. We don’t have some “Tristan and Isolde” type story behind us. You are the leader and the rest of them are just going to try to produce and heir before myself, or the others. Because if we can,” he gave a sickening grin, “then the prophecy of Frank leading with you, is screwed up, and the father of the child would be the leader. After 400 fucking years, I’m not about to be beat out by some punk mortal that was pre-chosen. I deserve that title, and I will have it,” he growled.

I struggled, trying to get from his grasp. What he said couldn’t be true... I thought Mikey couldn’t lie to me!

Gerard let out a deep laugh, “You fucking idiot! Obviously, someone is lying here, and according to him NONE of us can lie to our leader. Shit, the only reason you didn’t lie to him then, was because you didn’t want to...”

“Get off of me,” I growled, kicking him.
“Alright, this act is getting really old,” he growled before slamming me up against the wall once again, my head hitting it really hard this time. He held my arms tight against the wall with one hand, the other undoing my jeans, before working on his own. I felt his hard-on against my thigh as he pushed my jeans down before using his knee to pin one of my legs as his arm held the other, forcing himself roughly inside of me. I cringed before trying to kick him one last night, receiving the same treatment of my head slamming into the wall.

“Stop,” I groaned in a begging tone, everything feeling fuzzy.

“Shut up,” he grunted, his hips pumping himself into me in anything but a gentle manner. He hit me one more time before I faded into darkness.