»» Sooooooo...
I had a sudden rush of creativity.
And boredom.
Yep spending 9 hours in a car gets you bored.
Who would have guessed that.
Whatever.
Spoiler: it's not well-written. ««

Frank was on his way home from a long shift at the bar, walking by himself to his flat nearby.He hated working in that place, surrounded by people and forced to interact with them to keep them drinking as long as possible.Sunken in his thoughts he wandered the dark streets of New Jersey, praying that he wouldn't have to encounter anyone all alone in the middle of the night.He froze in his tracks when he heard someone groan in pain. "Hello?"Again groaning, now louder. He hesitantly neared the source of the sound, anxiously tugging at the sleeves of his long hoodie. The silhouette of a young man sitting up against the wall caught his eye. "Hey, are you okay?" No answer, but the man tried to turn around to look at him, then flinched in obvious pain. Frank stepped closer to have a better look at him. Dark, unkept hair covered most of the mans face and a pair of bright eyes whose colour Frank couldn't quite define flashed at him. "A-are you hurt?" He crouched down in front of him and tried to make out any injuries. The man was breathing rapidly and holding his stomach. When Frank tried to touch his shoulder a blood-covered hand shot forwards and gripped his wrist. "Can- I need- please" Frank stared at the blood that was now on his hand too in shock. "Fuck what happened to you? You need a hospital!" He fumbled with his pocket to get his phone and an ambulance, but the stranger stopped him again, pulling at both hands and staring into Franks rather dark eyes. "No- please don't ju-just need rest okay?"Frank nodded slowly, not breaking eye contact."N-no ambulance." He repeated. "Fine. I won't promise anything but I can't leave you here. Someone's gonna rob you-or worse. If that didn't happen already." He mumbled the last part to himself. "Can you walk?" The stranger attempted to pull himself up, but groaned in pain and fell back again. "Alright come on." Frank quickly pulled out of his hoodie and pressed it at the source of the bleeding."Hold this."Then he lifted him up, one arm around his waist and using the other to hold him upright.They slowly stumbled forwards.Luckily Frank only lived a block away, so even through the stranger was significally taller (and heavier) than him, he managed to carry him all the way to his small flat.He slumped him down on the couch, then proceeded to turn on the lights and lock the door.When he turned around, the man suddenly stood right in front of him, towering over him. Frank flinched back when he grabbed his wrist with extreme strength and snatched the key from his fingers, proceeding to crumble it in his bare hand. "What the-" Frank couldn't even finish his sentence before the man fell forward, landing in Franks arms. He instinctively caught him, otherwise he would have landed straight on his face. When he slowly lowered him to the ground and turned him over the stranger layed there motionlessly, his eyes closed. He had fainted. "What the hell." Frank mumbled. He tried to open the front door- locked."Great." He angrily stared at the stranger. Then the huge bloody spot on his shirt caught his eye. "Shit." He quickly pulled him away from the door and fetched his medical kit from the bathroom. Now with the lights on, he could see how rapidly he was loosing blood, so the wound had to be worse than he thought. He cut away the ripped shirt the man was wearing to get a better look at the injury. When he did, he almost fainted himself.Whatever was left of the strangers torso looked like his ragged shirt. The longest cut from the top left of his stomach down to his right hipbone was bleeding intensly, covering his pale skin in a bright red. Luckily the mans guts had remained mostly in place, Frank probably wouldn't have managed to deal with having to look at dangling organs. The other cuts and rips didn't make the thing easier to look at. He should have been dead shortly after being injured, but he was still breathing flat and fast.Frank pulled himself together and wiped away most of the blood. Crusts of dried blood indicated that it was already healing. He tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure again, then he cleaned the smaller cuts and improvised a bandage that covered the mans whole stomach and a part of his chest to keep pressure on it. Only now Frank noticed the tattoos scattered all across his chest, neck and arms. He absently ran his fingers over the dark lines imprinted in the mans skin, and let himself take a closer look at his face. High cheekbones and a strong jawline made him rather attractive, a small nose and not too full lips completed the image. Suddenly his eyes fluttered open and stared right back at Frank. He looked away quickly, shuffling backwards to lean against the wall behind him. The stranger took a few deep breaths, staring up at the ceiling and then slowly sat up supporting himself with his arms. He still cringed at the pain, holding his mess of a stomach. When he noticed the bandage he pierced Frank once more with this weirdly intense stare. "What's your name?" Frank asked to overcome the silence. "Gerard.""I'm Frank."Gerard gave him a nod."Why'd you break my key? We're trapped in here now.""Exactly." Frank felt his stomach drop. Why did he trap them inside on purpose? What did he want from him?"Can I ask you something?""Go ahead.""How are you still alive?"The man chuckled. "Is it so bad?""Well most of your stomach is turned to shreds. How are you still talking to me. You should have died from blood loss minutes after being attacked.""Conclusion?"He was unaturally calm, he acted as if it was nothing to worry about and kept looking at Frank in a way he couldn't quite read."Who did this to you?""None of your business." "This is my home and you're bleeding on my floor. So tell me what the fuck happened."Frank was getting impatient now. The whole situation and the mans whole behaviour made him uncomfortable, adding the fact that he let him into his flat.After a short staring contest Gerard sighed. "Can you help me up? I wanna sit somewhere not on the floor okay?" Frank nodded und put his arms around the mans torso to help him stand up, when from one second to the other Gerard's weak, limp body turned steel in his arms.Before he could scream he was pushed into the wall, Andy's face inches from his.His stare had something different in it now, something wild, dangerous. Like a predator watching it's prey. Franks breath caught in his throat, meanwhile he struggled against Gerard's grip without sucess. He was trapped between the wall and him."What are you doing?" His voice seemed to have given up. Gerard just stared back.

Suddenly Frank realized.He wasn't human. No human could do this. No human behaved like this."I'm sorry." Gerard whispered and lowered his face to Franks neck.White pain shot through him when sharp teeth tore into his neck, ripping open the skin and flesh and allowing warm blood to soak his hoodie.

He screamed.

He screamed and fought and begged but his fists were useless against the inhumanly strong body, his fingernails couldn't break the pale skin enough to leave notiable damage.Soon, his movements grew slower and weaker.

Eventually he just stopped fighting, felt the hot tears stream down his face, felt Gerard's mouth moving against his skin, felt his teeth rip deeper into his flesh.Frank shivered, a sudden cold overcoming him, like all warmth had been absorbed from him. His head grew light, his limbs grew heavy.

He closed his eyes.

»»Sorry guys, you can hate me for this.
Or find it extremely akward that I write shit like this because you know me in real life.😓
Yeah I'm talking to you. I know you're reading this. Whyyyy...

Cookie out.««