"Hey dude!" Frank and I did our, I must say-nerdy, handshake. His eyes stuck on my clamped shut mouth though.

"Dear god don't make it obvious." I whispered.

"What? I just want to kiss you SO much I'm attracted to looking at your amazing lips." Frank said loudly, great, they didn't know I was a vampire, but they now thought I was gay.

"Oh shut up you pervert." I said sternly, a hint of amusement tainting my lip. I felt my tongue move around my teeth. This was to strange. Frank payed for his comic and we walked out of the shop.

"Geez, did you really have to wear pants THAT tight?" Frank asked laughing. I looked down at my black skinny jeans, black converse and Black Flag t-shirt.

"I like them." I laughed staring down at his EQUALLY tight pants, covered with rips and Misfits badges.

"Not like you can talk any way." I yawned. I was going to have to go back to school in 2 days. It was going to be hell. I was surprising myself, I wasn't really yearning blood or anything, yet. We walked through the crowds of people, sunlight burning my eyes.

"You okay?" He asked.

"No Frank! I'm not oh-fucking-kay!" I said under my voice. How wasn't he freaking out? This was insane. Some guy knocked into Frank.

"Jesus Christ; watch where you're going!" Frank said jumping back, staring at the giant, musclely, jock that was glaring at him.

"Ooh, sorry. I didn't know you were on your period! You and your faggy friend." He laughed half heartedly staring at a girls chest whilst doing so. I bit down on my lip. Dear god I wanted to kill him.

"You want to say that again, ass?"

"That you and your boyfriend should get a room." He laughed. God, I blew it then. I jumped on him and pushed him to the ground. Punching him wildly.

"Why don't you get some manors? You dick!" I told him ass Frank tried to pull me off him.

"C'mon Gee; he isn't worth it..." The boy struggled underneath me, but his strength was no match for mine.

"Gerard!" Frank said again and I stared down at the bewildered boy. The next thing that happened startled me. The crowd that was around became quiet. The most amazing smell overcame me. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Cool of, he may be a jerk, but he doesn't deserve this." I looked around. A girl was standing next to me. She had coal, black hair; pale white skin, heavy eye makeup framing her hazel eyes and red lips that were curled into a smile. I jumped of the boy shocked by her. She bent down and pulled him up. She must have known him; probably his girlfriend.

"Get off, you freak!" He mumbled as he walked briskly of, shrugging her away. They didn't know each other. The why did she do that? She took a deep breath in, glancing at me before being pulled away by a guy with spiky black and green hair.

"C'mon Lindsey. No one appreciates good will here." He said.

"You're right, Jimmy." She said throwing a look at me before walking of. Her smell still filled my nostrils. I NEEDED her.

"Fuck, Gee. ANGER MANAGEMENT comes to mind." Frank chuckled pulling me away from the crowd, but I was still staring at the girl who was walking away from me. Lindsey.


The next day


I sat on my bed, a dizzy feeling coming over me. I felt so hungry, so thirsty and I knew what it was for, but where could I get blood? Like hell could I go hunting in New Jersey. I got up and ran downstairs. My dad was sitting in the lounge with Mikey. Mom had went out leaving us instruction for how to cook dinner. Steak. Steak came in packets, with blood in them. Blood.

"Dad, I'm going to cook dinner!" I shouted. My vision splitting at this point.

"Oh okay. Gee, I like mine bloody!" Dad laughed.

"Me too!" Oh god...bloody. My stomach rumbled. I cut open the packet and looked down at the red, thick liquid surrounding the meat. I put the meat on the grill before solemnly staring down at the packet drenched in blood. I couldn't be THAT desperate...could I? Oh god, I felt sick about what I was going to do. I lifted up the packet and took a deep, willing, disgusted slurp on the blood. It tasted like shit, but oh god...It made me feel so good. My head seized to ache as I slurped down the rest. I put the packet in the bin and prepared dinner.

After dinner I went out to the park. Sitting on the swing, rain pouring down. My eyeliner had ran and I sat there, unable to shiver.

"And then as razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks I saw you there." I cried. What was I? I clenched the iron chains on the swings, so tightly I could feel them grind and join together. I was a monster. I was evil. I was a killer. I looked up from the beached ground to see a shadowy figure standing on the other side of the park. I girl. The girl. Her skirt clung to her, as did you black t-shirt clung to her chest. Her chunky biker boots covered almost all her pale white legs...her black hair stuck to her face, shivering- she stared at me. I jumped up.

"We could be in the park and dancing by a tree, kicking over blades we see or a dark beach with a black view and pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall" I sang, crying solemnly. The ghostly figure swayed forward slightly ,as if she was going to come over to me, but she turned and walked away. I choked on my tears. A monster, I say. A monster.

It's the tearing sound of love-notes
Drowning out these gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
And I'm only two cubes down
I'd photocopy all the things that we could be
If you took the time to notice me
But you can't now, I don't blame you
And it's not your fault that no one ever does

But you don't work here anymore
It's just a vacant three by four
And they might fill your place
A temporary stand-in for your face
This happens all the time
And I can't help but think I'll die alone

So I'll spend my time with strangers
A condition and it's terminal
In this water-cooler romance
And it's coming to a close
We could be in the park and dancing by a tree
Kicking over blades we see
Or a dark beach with a black view
And pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall


I know you don't work here anymore [x6]

Sometimes I think I'll die alone, sometimes I think I'll die alone
Sometimes I think I'll die alone, live and breathe and die alone
Sometimes I think I'll die alone, sometimes I think I'll die alone
Sometimes I think I'll die alone, I'd think I'd love to die alone

Just take
I think I'd love to die
Me down
I think I'd love to die
Just take
I think I'd love to die
Me down
I think I'd love to die alone
Live and breathe and die alone
I think I'd love to die alone

I think I'd love to die alone