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INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 22)
Gerard grabbed my hand and pulled me to his room. He gave me some new clothes. A black shirt and dark gray skinnies. And a belt of course. I sliped into my gray Converse. Gee got a new bandage for my neck. He wrapped off the used one and looked at the wound.
"That looks horrible. It really doesn't hurt much?"
"Not much. Why am I kinda transparent in the mirror?" I asked.
We walked to a mirror which was hidden with a sheet. Gee stood behind me and pulled down the sheet. He didn't have a reflection and mine was still trasparent.
"Hm... maybe because you have quite much vampire blood in your body. That's not how humans look when they get our blood though."
"How did you put the blood in?"
"We took needles and injected it in your arteries." he replied.
"Maybe because the blood's flowing through my body and isn't just in my stomache." I said.
Suddenly he pushed me against the wall and kissed me forceful. He ran his tongue against my bottom lip and I parted them. He twirled his tongue around
INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 21)
I woke up in a dark room. I was still lying in the bed I was in before. I sat up and tried to get out. I got to a mirror 'a mirror in a house of vampires?' and looked at myself. My hair was totally ruffled, my skin was quite pale and somehow I looked a bit transparent. I was able to see a bit of the bed behind me. 'Didn't Gee say that they gave me blood?' I had a bandage around my neck. I pulled it down on the right side where Mikey bit me. It was all red and the rims were inflamed. It looked horrible and I pulled the bandage back up again. I walked to the door and started searching for Gerard or anybody else.
After about three minutes of searching I found them all three sitting in the living room.
"Hey." was all I said before I stumbled over the carpet and landed in front of Gee's legs who pulled me up onto his lap where I cuddled into his chest.
"Frank. You shouldn't walk around." he mumbled into my ear. I just nodded lightly.
"Gimme coffee." I mumbled which earned me a giggle from M
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