Third Person POV
Three years later.

The man's body slumped onto the floor. He was already stiffening. Gerard frowned, the man should of put up more of a fight than that, he was slightly disappointed in the man "Hey at least he's dead." The girl said, Gerard huffed and wiped his knife clean of the blood. He frowned and poured as he rubbed girder at a particularly tough stain, one he could never get rid of. The voice sighed "You know it never goes away, no matter how much you want it to." Gerard sighed and put the knife away "It's just like you then." He sighed and the voice laughed slightly "Oh I'm always going to be here."
"Glad to know I'm shitty company." Gerard grumbled
"Oh, in almost hurt by that." The voice replied, Gerard sighed again "You would be if you had emotions." He replied as he started to walk out of the alleyway where he had led his victim. The voice hummed a tune "What?" Gerard said irritably. The voice sighed "You didn't say thank you." It replied "For what?" Gerard asked
"For leading you to this and this monster." Gerard laughed coldly "You were the first monster I killed."
"Precisely." Gerard sighed and rolled his eyes, almost smiling "Thank you then." He said, the voice replied "Thank you who?" Then Gerard smiled menacingly into the dark
"Thank you Helena."
"You're welcome Gerard."

Frank's POV

The last box had been unloaded from the van into the new house in Belleville. I sighed and walked upstairs to my mostly unpacked room. I had spent the day putting up my furniture so I had at least made it 'homely' I looked around the room at the bed with sheets already messed up, my computer on my desk showing a picture of The Ramones and then finally, nestled in the corner, my prized possession. My electric guitar, I smiled at it. I couldn't wait to start playing again, maybe even make a few friends and start a band. I smiled at the thought. I collapsed onto the bed and gave a content sigh. Then came my mothers voice from downstairs "Frank!" She cried up the stairs as if she had known I was already relaxing. I sighed, rolled off the bed and trudged downstairs to the kitchen where my mom was unpacking boxes full of kitchen utensils. "Go put that outside." She said and gestured to a broken lamp on the kitchen table. I sighed "Why can't you do it?" I asked she sighed and continued to work "Because someone has to unpack these boxes neatly." I sighed again, rolled my eyes and picked up the lamp. I trudged out the backdoor and walked to the pile of trash that sat just outside the gate of the front yard. I bent down and felt a prickling feeling on the back of my neck. I looked up into the darkness.
A pair of eyes looked back.